nikoisniko

Some of you already know, and for others, this might come as a surprise… I’ll be going on a hiatus for a while — it could be months, maybe even a year. This isn’t something I decided lightly. I’ve been offered an opportunity to work on a cruise line — something I’ve dreamed of doing for a long time. It’s both exciting and incredibly emotional for me. This next chapter means stepping away from the LotC community, a place that’s become so close to my heart. Through all the stories, characters, and moments shared, I’ve met some of the most amazing people and made friendships that mean the world to me. To everyone who’s supported me, roleplayed with me, laughed with me, or just been there in any way — thank you. Truly. You’ve made this journey unforgettable. I wish I could stay and keep writing, keep playing, keep sharing this world with you all. But right now, I need to take this time to focus on my life, chase this dream, and grow as a person. That said — this isn’t goodbye. I’ll still be around on socials, so if you ever wonder how things are going, feel free to check in! I’ll do my best to keep everyone updated. For those of you whose characters are connected to mine (especially in marriages or close ties), feel free to say my characters are asleep or away for now — I should be back in about 8 months. And for anyone who wants me to pick up a character or storyline again, ask me when I return! I’m hoping things will be a lot more settled then. This was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make. But I’ll be back — and when I do, I can’t wait to dive back into the stories we create together. Until then, take care of yourselves. Thank you again for everything. ❤️ I love you guys :(

'Dear Louis, I miss you. And I always will.' The young Derelli wrote those words with trembling hands, tears soaking the page. Frustration and grief surged through her as she crushed the letter and hurled it to the floor. . . . “Louis? . . ” The news fell upon her like a weight too heavy to bear. The Rostova could only stand there, frozen in disbelief. Her heart refused to accept what her ears had heard. . . . Sabrina was a storm of emotion—anger, sorrow, and hatred—directed at the man she once loved. A man who, even now, mourned the vineyard they once shared, a place woven with their laughter and memories. . . . "What if we had a vineyard together?" She had asked it playfully once, a fleeting dream voiced at a Savoie family dinner. "We can do that!" He had smiled back, eyes gleaming with the hope of a future they believed was theirs to hold. . . . “Sabrina, what do you want?” “All I ever wanted... was to stay at that vineyard with you. More than anything, Louis.” . . . “This isn’t goodbye, Louis. It’s just... farewell.” . . . That vineyard had once overflowed with joy, filled with friends, laughter, and the sweet perfume of ripening grapes. But time had weathered it—grapevines now bare, wine bottles gathering dust, their once-glowing candlelight now extinguished. Only one still burned: a quiet flame for Aleksandr. . . . She said nothing when she heard the news—no words came. Instead, she walked alone to the vineyard, her footsteps light, but her heart unbearably heavy. At the table where so many shared the warmth of Ash-Derelli wine, she gently placed a single white flower. " I know you’re not here. And you never will be. But I need to say this anyway. You weren’t a good man. You weren’t a bad one either. You were just... hurting. I saw it in your eyes the last time I saw you in Eredmar. You looked tired—like something in you had already given up. Time changes people. Sometimes it heals. Sometimes it breaks them. I think it broke you. nonetheless, I hope you found some kind of peace. " The still night answered only with the soft chorus of crickets. She brushed her hand along the dust-covered table, the wood worn but familiar beneath her touch. “I must go home to my family now, goodbye Louis." Tears spilled silently down her cheeks. She didn’t wipe them away at first—just stood there, remembering. Then, with a final glance, she dried her eyes... and walked away. For the last time.

LETS MAKE LOTC GREAT AGAIN Hello my name is Niko and I am here to make LOTC GREAT AGAIN! BEFORE I START MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE @jqsmlne HAS BEEN APART OF THIS WITH ME Yes it is me NIKO. I am loved and known by all lets start with some lore so I can guilt trip half of yall to vote for me I am adopted I have no family but I do have siblings. The end I have worked at subway so I know how to make a sandwich not just because I am women but because I only know how to make sandwiches To make LOTC great again, I believe we need to focus on rewarding player engagement and making the game more accessible and enjoyable for everyone. By increasing mina rewards from daily voting, players will feel more incentivized to support the server and stay active. Reducing the cooldown on soulstone teleportation will allow for smoother travel and more spontaneous RP, helping players stay connected across the map. And by allowing players to buy extra persona slots with mina, we can give everyone the freedom to explore new characters and storylines without needing to pay real money. These changes would boost the economy, encourage creativity, and make the LOTC experience more exciting and player-driven than ever before. And my wife to pinkify all castles in aveos. My competitors are @Jihnyny @TheShinyHodzic @nunlover @Zolla_ I personally believe these people are all frauds and just think about voting them

“So he really has done it.. hasn't he.. - The bastard’s gone savage.” Sabrina’s eyes scanned the missive, her jaw tightening. She couldn’t look at it anymore. The weight of it hit her like a punch to the gut. “GOD, Louis,” she muttered, her voice firm. “What the hell did you do?”

"His cousin?" Sabrina's voice was filled with disbelief, her eyebrows furrowing as the news sank in. She fell silent, unsure how to respond to such a revelation. The Lady turned away, lost in thought, her expression uncertain. "I remember, before the war- the two of them were inseparable—Owyn and Louis," Sabrina continued, her tone distant. "Hell, I used to spend so much time with the two myself at Balian, or at least ran into them in every corner of the world..." She paused, her gaze distant as if recalling those memories vividly. "They were like brothers." - "At times, I even believed they were." Her eyes closed, a brief moment of silence hanging in the air before she spoke again, her voice steady. . . . . "May he rest in peace."

The young Derelli stared at the photos, her eyes filled with a mix of emotion as the thought of the upcoming wedding stirred something deep within her. It was as if she were silently preparing herself. "Aleksandr, I promise you, I will never disappoint you," she murmured softly, her voice barely a whisper. Gently, she set the photos back on the table and continued to sift through old items, sorting through the clutter in her storage room. Amidst the forgotten relics, she came across wine bottles and baking books—silent echoes of the past. Her gaze softened, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she returned everything to its rightful place. "Time truly has a way of changing us," Sabrina said, her voice calm and steady. "May we have the strength to face whatever the future brings."

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