sapphic_spidy

Castien's brow furrows. This does not bode well. He begins to draft a letter of his own.

hey IM the heir to the lord of the craft, stay in your lane!

halfirate took all the roadbabies, i wish you luck in your quest

adopt a child who looks suspiciously like you and Lie and say its biological. just lie. tell lies. it'll be really funny.

Our Dreams at Dusk. it's such a beautiful LGBTQ+ story and it's relatively short too!

This is a fantasy server. Your IRL religion doesn't exist in the context of the roleplay. You shouldn't need to actively "prohibit" people from being happy just to draw a parallel to your real life. You personally don't have to support LGBT people, I guess. We can't make you. But I think, overall, this ruling is a good thing, and some people are just looking for reasons to comment negative things. You can have this opinion, we cannot stop you. But can you please keep it for other discussions, not this one? This is not the topic for homophobic beliefs, regardless of religion. Religion is not an excuse for hate. And in any case, LOTC religion should not be a 1:1 parallel to irl religions. That's boring. Be creative, this is a creative writing server

throwback to when i was called a crybaby for wanting this ruling to happen

i'm real for this month only !

"May Roger get what he's owed." Castien comments, with a smile. Malna deserves some more teeth for her collection, after all.

I would argue that even if you believe this, it has no place on LOTC or the forums. Discrediting someone's identity has no place. "Transexual" is also a largely outdated term that carries implications that are just... untrue. You are actively invalidating people by saying this, and you are actively going against years of psychological research to imply that gay people are "disordered." You can believe this if you wish, just don't say it. Because it is hateful, even if you don't personally hate those groups, to validate people who do. On the flip side, people shouldn't invalidate your religion either. However, religion should never be an excuse for ignorance, bigotry, hatespeech, or generally being rude. Even if it's not hateful for you to say that, it is rude. And I think the server would benefit a lot from people just being nicer to each other. I think that's generally my take on the server, as "hippie peace and love" as it may seem. If we were just nicer to each other, things would be better. If we let people have the benefit of the doubt more often, if we communicated our feelings respectfully, etc. That, of course, is wishful thinking, and I can't expect it of anyone. But personally, for me, going into the server expecting myself to have a good time and have fun and make friends has went pretty well for me. I don't want to be rude to people, I don't want to "win," and it has made my experience... pretty positive overall. Idk. Maybe I am just too soft. But that's my opinion on how to improve the server. Don't be assholes.

Hi, I'm John Quiñones...

Alice will do his best to show up, to maybe take home the grand prize once more!

Castien smiles. Let Drusco burn. Of course, he doesn't plan on doing anything by his own hands. Of course not. But the more people who know of Roger's deeds, the better. ---- Alice wants Drusco to burn as well, though he doesn't quite have the same reasons why. But a threat against Arya Altwegg is a threat he will help answer. There aren't many people he truly cares about. She's one of them.

Castien worries how much longer he will have a place where he is. Still, though, he is trying to turn a new leaf. To be positive. Perhaps this will be a good thing. So long as he can continue on as he has been, he will be happy. If only that jester would stop breaking into his house-

There are issues with the server, sure, but I'm determined to enjoy myself out of spite. I've only had a few really negative experiences, because I am determined to have fun. If I don't think I will be able to have fun, or if I'm at all not feeling it, I just don't log on, or I'll mute the discords. Doing LARP has given me a much healthier view on roleplay as a whole. Play for enjoyment and story. I will have enjoyment, I will have story, and no one can stop me :D

IGN: secondary_spidy RP NAME: Castien von Ehrenwald PROFESSION: Head Doktor of Reinmar

Part of my enjoyment with medical rp is playing all of my characters doing it differently :3 I enjoy playing my character with intention in any scenes- combat, social, medic rp, etc. Sometimes it does feel a bit stale, as it's the same thing repeatedly, but sometimes that also makes it fun to roleplay my characters getting just- better and quicker at some tasks, while not being the best at others Castien is mean, and is able to carry conversations at people while doing his work. He has been shown to be a skilled surgeon, but is lacking when it comes to treating established disease or any facial injuries. He's amazing with sutures, multitasking (including two patients at once), and quick judgements, however he has no idea how to treat a stomach ache, and has done medical work while intoxicated on more than one occasion. Alice has no idea what he's doing, doesn't remember the names of the herbs, and uses dirt as a disinfectant. If anything he's a nuisance to actual healers and will taunt patients he doesn't like while they are actively bleeding. But he's resourceful, and if he's your only option, he can do some things. He can make pretty great food and drinks to mask the taste of things like bloodlotus! However he uses alcohol as a painkiller. Sydney (RIP) over-relied on kani for healing, but he could do sutures pretty well, as it's something his sister (double RIP) taught him how to do, so he always held it close to him. He was not an incredibly skilled healer, or especially intelligent, but he was competent enough to be able to fix injuries. Kiva has not gotten to explore being a medic yet but I have a feeling they might be headed that direction soon. They'd definitely utilize alchemy, possibly to a point of over-reliance? I'd have to see them in action to be fully sure. They're also liable to fretting and stalling on important choices :3 I'm also oocly not the most intelligent but I do my best. Hopefully through larp i can better understand how weapons and armor work to apply that to medic rp and just rp overall I think people just,,, don't like playing injured characters to be honest. The RP can be boring for the injured if your character is unconscious. idk I have fun with roleplaying when my characters are injured and when my characters are the doctors

A ker, bereft with grief, feeling sick in the place they once called a home, reads the invitation. Perhaps it is time for a change. Perhaps this is the answer they seek.

The last light connecting Kiva to the world blinks out. When conflict comes, they sleep. Surely, Atticus would be fine afterwards. Surely, when they woke up once more... But Atticus didn't answer the door. He never answered the door anymore. Denial only holds for so many days, before they start to count the time lost, before they remember his state the last time they spoke. They have just enough strength to get back to the home which is no longer theirs, when the dam breaks. hck.. hh... atticus where did you do where did you ag.. hhcc.. No. He's gone. Time has slipped through their fingers, like sand. Here, then gone. Every friend they once had, everyone they ever held close to their heart, lights extinguished and gone. The only constant is Wicker. But Wicker... Wicker isn't real. Wicker was never real. An imaginary friend. Remnants. Pieces. Gone. It's a similar hopeless feeling to when Dimitri died, except even now, there's still that one percent chance they're wrong, that Atticus is fine. But he's not. Kiva is not stupid. Kiva is not that naive. How old are they now? 97? 98 maybe? Does it matter? They are far from a child, even if most of their years are spent in a haze of dreams and untruth. Unreality. Hidden. Books collecting dust. i didn't have enough mina i didnt so atticus gave me mina he did he did and i could buy the books i wanted limited? indefinite? 60 mina, a gift Atticus was kind. Smart. Someone who they thought would be there. But humans do not... have the time they do. Kiva is awake now. Sleeping is dangerous, they lose more to it than they ever thought they could afford. Than they ever thought they had. goodbye atticus goodbye

He made it out. But it all ends somewhere. All stories have an end. He went by many names in his life. Sydney, mostly. Syd. He left who he was behind, on Skjoldier, on that unforgiving place that claimed the first twenty years of his life. He never thought he’d make it to see thirty. He knew that it was never guaranteed he would see another day. His parents died. His first love died. All so that he could live- so that he could make it out, and he did. He lived on Aevos, he loved on Aevos, he died on Aevos. He found a family again. Sydney Crawford was never his real name. His name was left behind on Skjoldier. It belonged to the ghosts, whose memory he carried with him. Forever, he carried them with him. For every family member he lost, he added another notch to his blade. Four, in total. In the beginning, in Balian, he was a thief. For some reason, they liked him, but it didn’t change what he was. He stole, he broke in, he trespassed. He was nearly caught. Nearly getting caught earned him a family. One he’d treasure forever. So much happened in Balian. So much changed for the better. It was his home, for years. His first room. His first family in years. His first sense of security. And then he got his first house in Cormath. And then… Well, time passes. People get old. He got old. He got frail. Sydney never wanted to die of old age. He never wanted to pass peacefully. He always wanted his end to mean something. In truth, he was never very accomplished. A loud mouth, sticky fingers, and a burning loyalty which got him in trouble more often than not. But he never took life for granted. He can count the lives he took on one hand. He was many things, but he wasn’t a killer. One day, he leaves Jun Lei. He knows it will be his last time exiting his apartment. He puts in another tax token or two, to give his family time. He inhales. It’s time to let go. It’s time to see everything one last time. Sydney’s last stop is the lily pond. Their lily pond. He looks to the effigy, sitting down. Who knows how much longer until the pond is gone? Swept away in war? “Hey, Naya.” “I don’ know if you can hear me. I’d like t’think you can. I’d… like t’think you’re in th’ stars, though I know that ain’t possible.” “Did I do a good job? Would you be proud? I think my time’s up. Maybe I’ll become somethin’ like Reetus. Ain’t sure if I want to. Fynn wouldn’ be happy.” He smiles slightly, to himself, to the lilymoot banner before him. “He won’t be happy anyways. But I’ve known… for a long time, I was gettin’ old. My time was endin’. I think I had a good life. I hope I’ll be remembered.” A pause. Idly, he traces the numerous scars along his hands, leaning his head back against the tree. “I didn’ do all I wanted to do. I didn’ protect anyone. I got old. Lost my spark. I don’ know what comes next. Where I’ll end up. But that never scared me. I got used t’livin’, somehow, but I always knew I’d die. We both knew we’d die. Morbid, but we had to face that from th’ very beginnin’, didn’ we?” Now, he pulls up blades of grass, one at a time, before letting the breeze carry them off. “I thought I was doomed from th’ start, you know. I thought I’d die on Skjoldier. But I made it out. …” His voice trails off. What does he say? What does he say that he hasn’t said already? “Fynn’s… You’d be proud of him. I’m sorry. I thought I- would think of somethin’.” Syd’s eyes begin to leak. He doesn’t know why he’s crying. The finality of this? Didn’t he expect this? Is it relief? That it’s over? What is it? “I thought…” “Surely now I’d have words.” But he doesn’t. He doesn’t have anything to say. He sits there, for hours. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but eventually, he rests. ---------------------- The letters are sent. Some of them, judging by the state of the paper, are decades old. Some will never reach their recipients, as they are deceased. But they know Syd. He's always got to get the last word. --------------------- AITHWIN @NovumChase AMARA @tinyriddle_1 ARIANNA @RatFromTheTrash ARTHUR @xo31 ATHRI @WhatASithuation CHARLOTTE @genericsapphic FYNN @ProcaPro GNARLA @hyped_angel GODWIN @AuJy GRAE [procapro] GWEN @yink HAEL @salamanderfantasy IOLAS @kuebiko JENNY @funtzu MALNA @KillerMaid NAITH @Halfirate REETUS @JudgedKitty SARIEL @graveyard_bones VELUC @amogus YRMSHIK @nusti75 FYNN, ONE FINAL TIME [procapro] A bunch of individual letters, all sent to Fynn. ---------- OOC Time