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I don't like the idea of having to PK over player interactions even if it somehow is a public execution though I would consider PK-ing way more over that. But once you invest 1 year with 1 char, struggle to find MA's and achieve FA's and earn TA's for things that feel rather gatekept, would you be prone to PK with ease? Personally I wouldnt and its a gigantic factor. Chars with less applications Im way more prone to PK, but definetly not over bad faith banditry or fighting a player whose char is essentialy 'Doombringer, Devourer of Worlds, Harbringer of Chaos.' I have had a lot of crp interactions but rarely has any of my chars died, in fact only happened twice. My first char was bandited and killed to be 'eaten' in 2 emotes a year ago a week after I started and my second char was trapped in a building with 5 people to be killed and 'eaten' yet again 1 week after I created them. Of course I didn't PK over that. Its also the fact that crp banditry/darkspawn raids or whatnot is like 4-6 people fighting one with a very poor goal like 'eating you' which guarants that you'll die 100%. Nope, not PK-ing to that.

An elven tourist was starstruck by the fascinating architecture, gourmet, clothing, ships and history of the colonists of Childeok. It was like exploring a whole new world and receiving answers about a people only read of in books and ancient missives.

"Did somebody say hunting?" Entered the room uninvited Uriella whom happened to be nearby.

"Facial hair can be stolen? Is that a normal thing that happens with men?" Asked the poor victim's twin sister as she read the missive with initially a cackle, then curiousity.

"I love dumocracy." said a burgher of Adria.

"Ave the Duma." Said Burgher Regina whilst eating a burger next to the grill near the tavern within Beznov.

"In Winburgh, the haensers they're eating the dogs, they're eating the cats, they're eating the pets of the people that lived there." Said Regina on a chair next to a Beznov street. "Nobody runs Adria better than Stefan Euler." Said Konstanze in support of her great-grandfather.

"I thought they were mythical." Said an aheral gazing over at the ship with square sails. "I think they call those ships 'Junk', I could be wrong. Wait, ne, thats a Geokbuseong! Turtle ship!"

"The fish needs a bike." Said Konstanze Euler in words of true enlightement.

"Most illogical." Exclaimed Uriella upon reading the missive

Regina gazed around the new home of the Adrians from the hill upon which Alderberg sat. Her eyes sparkled with dots from the lights that radiated from each now inhabited home as if its the sky of Aevos blooming with the shine of shoals of Sparklight. It had been long enough since the Adrians built a new home for a new generation to arise without the hardship they had faced, with homes of their own above their heads. Perhaps it was time for the new generation to bear the flaming torch of hope and keep the light of Adria alive unto the newer times. That is what was racing upon her mind atleast.

An old Regina mourns the death she witnessed firsthand of yet another old friend and prays for the soul of Alrisha's destination fervently. "The vile demons that martyred vy in the house of GOD hold no true power against HIM and thus vy martyrdom I pray will achieve vy a spot among other martyrs in the Seven Skies. Thank vy for everything Alrisha." She then signs the Lorraine.

In a rocking chair in Beznov next to a inactive fireplace sits Regina looking at a bunch of missives. She takes a puff from a Euler made blunt and then a sip from an Euler Max. She then seperates the missive from the tens of others and starts reading. "The alchemists never sleep, da that's true, they better niet ever sleep." Regina then notices the drawing of the turtle knight. "He was DEFINETLY niet under the influence when he made that." She chuckled. "Constance go fetch me my armour and go pray after niet forget, I'll be outside for a while, I think the turtles are cooking something today." She got up and limped with one leg as she walked towards the exit.

"Another drinking contest? Free minas!" Said Uriella. "I can ne believe this man found someone hopefully permanent this time! Hope it works out, as for the dance, ne I can ne dance." She murmured to herself

"Niet way he actually did it!" Said a Regina in her 50's. "Мазел тов! Now get on vy horse." She exclaims to the trainee of the steppe life.

"Does the perk come with being unable to eat pancakes?" Wondered Uriella on a boat somewhere.

"They may say Im a dreamer. . . But I am ne the only one. . ." Hummed in song Uriella, as she wrote down notes of anatomy, using a new freshly killed vampire as a specimen.

"The flock grows!" Exclaims Regina, on her Owynist pilgrimage thats seemingly never ending, surrounded by sheep.

"Another Ibleesian in Celia'nor downed. How many more remain? There is much work to be done. . ." Uriella gazed at the vineyard's grapes under the moonlight, which had become the new sunlight of that day and age.

"Whaat! I am the squire of a saint? Saint Thelia, this is amazing! Well, good to know." Uriella giggled.

Uriella Amethil fell asleep with a couple of bottles of wine by her that day, locked in her room for a good rest after a while.

Uriella grins after seeing this letter. "Supreme limb replacer!" she chuckles. "Now that I think of it, it is suprising I have ne lost any limbs yet. . ."

"Maybe we should sell some wine down south, maln. Just make sure you take some pine scent to repel the mosquitos!" Uriella would suggest to her father Raziel upon hearing him talk for the same topic she was reading on the missive, a flask of wine sipped by her after. @Laeonathan