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Imo voidal casting is INCREDIBLY unbalanced. Constant teleports, constant "oops all icecicles", constant powergaming issues BECAUSE of how vague the lore is. This amendment is needed. For balance, for clarity, for the sake of having some manner of fairness and whatever else when facing the super-teleport mage. As it stands I think this balancing would be fantastic for actually telling people what they can and can't do, and be a step to handle the amount of powergaming and scaling we tend to see.

Me when I hyperfixate on the possibility of f2b rp

An Owl stormed from the field alongside it's fellows, rageful shrieks and cries following the chaos that was the flight from the valley. They had been battered by some faces they recognized and others the beast did not. Yet one had stuck. That Templar with the steely eyes. The Owl did not know Corswain, but they might soon. For now a table had to be flipped.

Alma of Reinhold reads the part about labor a few times over and realizes someone lied to her to a very great degree. A conversation is to be had.

Alma reads the news with a warm smile despite her injuries. It was time to make gifts.

Prioritize your enjoyment and remember that it's as much your story as anyone else's. Sometimes you'll run into a situation where it feels like you've been relegated to the side or are a stepping stone for another, and it can feel really downing, so it's important to keep in mind that you're here for your own story as much as anyone else's. Further if you have anything to do in an hour or so, don't get on unless you can be sure to be in a spot where you won't get into CRP, and remember that any good rp encounter combat or not is gonna take about an hour. Idk about PVP because I prefer actual roleplay in combat, but at least for CRP, there's always a chance you'll run into it. So prepare your time accordingly. Also for maulings, gore, etc etc you've a right to ask for a timeskip or a lack of detail. Don't let anyone jostle you into having to sit through torture rp if you don't want to deal with it or feel queasy about it, and don't let anyone jostle you into a Perma Kill unless you feel it's the right time. Good luck and I hope you enjoy the server.

I keep a book copying mod for the sake of the fact that I do not want to lose what I have written to the infinite void of the buggy LOTC book-keeping process. That and to help others with copying their books if they need it. There is a necessity to book copying, however I do think that certain methods of its use should not be permitted such as stealing books from libraries or other people trying to display their work. Overall it's a double edged sword, those mods. Helpful to certain groups and used in a bad way by others. I think stealing books should be punished at the least, but it would be a shame to lose a way to keep my carpal tunnel from cutting my wrist off like a cleaver.

A creature, an interruptor with a claim to one of the women, had entered with their own bargain. The Owl had gotten what they wanted that day, deal or not, uncaring of their sibling or underling's wants, or the wants of man. But the hunter was a strange and cordial being, and so the Owl was lenient, moreso to the woman it briefly took from his grasp. Return willingly, or do not. The choice was presented, now it only had to wait.

The Margravine Alma of Reinhold rests in her home, the furs of hunts and trophies resting with her. When she can look to the missive it is from the hands of her ward, like a son to her as all her wards are, describing aggression and threats. The matriarch's blood, for the first time in years, boils.

A King in the floors above the tavern, the reason that Chimera has made such an obstacle, had fought with a proud man above as the others had suffered below. They knew the words well, muffled through the floorboards as their own fight caused clatter above. Pain, terror, grief. The cries of loss. Perhaps if it was not so focused it would have gloated. But its quarry was more important than the death of one it did not know.

IGN: ProcrastinatePro Name: RA'IIZTAR KREI Age: INFINITE Gender: POINTLESS The team you’re playing for: ETERNAL DAMNATION Interests: A GOOD BOOK ON A RAINY DAY Extra info: PAINTING OF ME IS ATTACHED

Across the land, on the outskirts of civilized society, stood an empty suit of armor sat on the Western side of Azuras. It was a rare peace interrupted by a notice dropped in his lap, a stray bird that was promptly chased off in a fit of rage for the interruption, regret following the loss of company. He hadn't known the Emperor past finding himself watching the spare court, lurking, disgusted by the man and all he stood for, hatred boiling in his gut if only as an outlet for everything else he hated. Just one point on a large series of events. Not to blame for the loss of his homeland nor all else that gnawed at the spirit, but a symbol for it. Soon his successor would become that too, and the cycle would continue. Yet as he received notice that the Emperor was well and truly dead there was a moment of pity. That was all to think of it in the end.

Alma reads over the missive with a slumped posture, hand to her forehead. She'd remembered Edmund, the poor lad, so beset by his mind that he'd been a muttering mess the last she'd seen him. How deep, the huntress and Margravine wondered, was the rot doing its best to eat at the foundations of her home? She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

A Leper raises a brow at the missive, then laughs. She crumples the paper and tosses it into a near fire, continuing to chortle all the way out of the room. Not that she'd ever laugh about it in front of Vriza.

An Announcement of Death and Succession Issued by the Margravate of Abhmòine Atstana de Regne Petrère 217 IT IS WITH GREAT SORROW That the House of Reinhold announces upon this day the passing of its Margravine and Matriarch, Lady Amelia Rhoswen Reinhold. For many years, the Margravine had fought with a slow-progressing illness which was held at bay by her personal physicians, and by her own admirable willpower. Lady Amelia continued to lead the house with sharp wit and diligence for many years while concealing her ill state from the public, and only in recent years was confined to the walls of Dùn Mòindamh as her condition declined. Her passing occurred on 15th of Sun’s Smile, as she sat at the piano which was beloved to her in life. Assuming power shortly after the people of the Commonwealth arrived on Azura, Margravine Amelia’s reign was defined by her creativity, intelligence, and energy. She revitalized a family weary from the tragedies of Aevos, and made their name one well-known in the new capital of Riviènse. In a vital time of transition where many houses fail to adapt, Lady Amelia’s sharp mind pushed her family to even greater heights than those she had inherited. It is undoubtable that she left her household a greater place than when she found it, and for that, she shall be always honored AMELIA RHOSWEN REINHOLD 4TH MATRIARCH OF HOUSE REINHOLD 158 A.R.P. — 217 A.R.P. A ceremony shall be held to celebrate the late Margravine’s life and works at the keep of Dùn Mòindamh. All who knew her in life, or simply wish to honor her memory alongside the family, are welcome to attend. [SUNDAY MARCH 22ND, 2PM EST] Though Lady Amelia did not sign a formal writ of inheritance before her passing, her decision has long been known within the family, and is re-affirmed by her widow, Margravine-Consort Iris Reinhold, as well as her two other children. As the eldest daughter of the house, Lady Alma Therese has long exemplified all that her name stands for; Scientific curiosity, a love for the natural world, and a strong sense of justice. Her mind is as sharp as her mother’s, and her heart has made her well-known throughout the Commonwealth. Highly educated and well-trained, her skills both as an archer and a scholar have made her a paragon of her house, and she holds its traditions dearly. It is with utmost confidence and pride that she is henceforth named the sole Baroness of Raònoir, Viscountess of Stormont, Countess of Anairgrid, and Margravine of Abhmòine, Fifth Matriarch of the House of Reinhold. ALMA THERSE REINHOLD 5TH MATRIARCH OF HOUSE REINHOLD THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Alma Therese Reinhold Margravine of Abhmòine, Countess of Anairgrid, Viscountess of Stormont, Baroness of Raònoir, Matriarch of House Reinhold HER LADYSHIP, Iris Reinhold Former Margravine-Consort of Abhmòine HIS LORDSHIP, Alistair Armand Reinhold Archivist of the Autumn Court, Headmaster of The People’s University of Venerable Dame Catherine

Alma had initially reacted, as many children do, with denial. Utter denial. First she'd thought and claimed Amelia was drunk, then she'd decided she was asleep. She'd used mirrors to check for breath, and each was chucked across the room and broken when it didn't work like she wanted it to. It wasn't until her child had seen her breaking one of those mirrors that Alma had stopped, rage and grief stewing together in her gut. Alma had collapsed aside her mother's sitting body, forcing herself not to scream or break anything else. She'd only asked her husband a question. "What do I do now?"

A Leper tends her injuries in a dark hall, still chuckling about the close calls of the day. Clearly, she's quite pleased with the outcome of the day.

Alma had thought that child yelling about Atronach marriages was just misunderstanding something. To find out he wasn't is quite the shock. Meanwhile a certain treacherous leper side eyes the local Atronach....

A deranged leper had watched the initial confrontation with hardly any interest. More petty familial drama, to one who had never had a true family. She couldn't understand it, and so ignored it. Then it happened. Something broke the King, or maybe the King broke something else. Either way a blade was drawn, a declaration, a lethal wound made. The Leper had laughed. The absurdity of it made it hard to do anything else. To watch the pinnacle of her own goals crumple was a surreal, strange sight that threatened to unhinge her further. So, she laughed, and mocked, and in a way reveled. Reveled in the fact that even Kings could be chained if only by themselves.

Issued by the County of Anairgrid Atstana de Regne Petrère 214 TO BELOVED FRIENDS AND FAMILY, In these times of a growing and prosperous Commonwealth, and the various dangers it must face - Let Petra celebrate and rejoice in the union of Alma Reinhold and Finnean von Schwanstein. For years, they have served as each other’s stalwart bastions of support, their love uplifting one another through times of joy and through times of strife. First as close friends, and then throughout their courtship - Alma and Finnean have forged an inextricable bond which ties their futures together. In celebration of this union the houses of Reinhold and von Schwanstein come together to honor them in a ceremony of holy matrimony. In honor of the proud tradition of the Pétrine’s past - the ceremony will be held under the magnificence of Petra’s Aldtree, and will closely follow Agnethe tradition, tying together the histories and bonds of both families. All those of the Commonwealth of the Petra are welcome to bear witness, and to celebrate their joining. [Friday - February 27th - 6:30 P.M. EST] [-1959, -1116, within the Petrine Capital] FORMAL INVITATIONS ➢ His Pious Majesty, TAR-ZÔRZAGAR ARGELION ARTHALION, Apostolic King of Idunia, and his royal household, ➢ His Highness, JOSEPH ANTONIUS AURÈLE TEMESCH, Archduke of the Petra, and his noble household, ➢ Her Highness, MAGDALENA ANASTASYA TEMESCH, Archduchess of the Petra, and her noble household, ➢Her Highness, MATTEA ASADHA Princess of the Petra, and her noble household, ➢ Her Grace, KARLA LIPPE VON THEONUS, Duchess of Vohenheim, and her noble household, ➢ The Honourable, JEAN-BAPTISTE AUCLAIR, Viscount of Joyeuse, and his noble household, ➢ The Lord, ILARION K. VALKONEN, Baron of Valkenfeldt, and his noble household, ➢ The Lord, ANTONIO VICENZO CARNELLE, Baron of Rosalervo, and his noble household, ➢ The Lord, MILOS SARKOZIC, Count of Aldersberg, and his noble household ➢ His Grace, GODFREY BISHOP CASICA, and the blessed Order of Saint Julia, ➢ THE HONORABLE IDUNIAN PEERAGE, The Lordship of Angrenost The Lordship of Kazan The Principality of Tir-Glas The Duchy of Ardrossil The Lordship of Duncoed The Lordship of Dorhael The Lordship of Viru The Lordship of Ildon The Duchy of Adria ➢ All people of the Commonwealth and greater Idunia. PERSONAL INVITATIONS ➢ The Distinguished, OSWALD KINGSLEY Chairman of the world-renowned Kingsley Company, and his choice of guests. ➢ The Selfless, MAERYK and ERELITH Kind ladies of Rethel, and respected guests of their choosing ➢ The Vigilant, LEE - NOCTURNE ORFEO - and LOTHAR ELIASEVIC Sworn swords of the Sarkozic Army, and their distinguished brethren in arms ➢ The Lady, DELPHINE CARNELLE-JAGIELLON Distinguished Lady, and guests of her choosing. THE LADY, Alma Therese Reinhold Master Ecologist of the Petrine Court of Autumn THE ILLUMINATE, Finnean von Schwanstein Royal Hostarius to the Petrine Court of Autumn

If you multitask when you rp what do you tend to do, and what has been your favorite character to play?

A machine wouldn't hear about the loss til late. She was wandering. She always wandered in these days, searching for comforts in being alone though she missed her mentor from when the machine curse - so she called it in private despite her family's opinions - had first taken hold. Nenar understood what had happened better than anyone else the machine had met. She'd been a comforting force, the only one that could be trusted amongst the growing loss of emotion and understanding the machine bore. The only question now was if the machine had enough descendant left in her to grieve when the news broke.

The Master Ecologist smiles to the paper, happy to see such a thing grace her desk. Hope fills her heart, for this and much else, for the first time in years. The future wasn't as bleak as it had been, and Alma finds herself pinning the notice to her wall. A reminder to her of what future she wants to work towards. One of lush lands, feeding healthy people.

A man long dead, long perished but persisting anyways, finds the missive with as much an ache as his heart can muster. He remembered. He remembered those full walls and lovely roads. History and monuments he thought would last forever as a child, and saw fall apart long after he had died. The world was no longer home to those who were his family, his friends, his heritage. Time had killed them first, then their enemies had come for the remains. But still, the old soldier remembered.

A wandering leper looks upon the words with mild interest. Nohr. The name dredges some memory in her addled mind, some fight. Blood on stone, claws at her throat, a stolen helmet slamming into its owner's head. The memory is gone as soon as it comes, back to the depths with little fanfare as the Leper moves on. This isn't of her concern.