Flynnigan

Flynn - We’d certainly bond over classic literature. I think he’d take to caring about me in a fatherly way considering my wacky misfortune irl and the fact that I look similar to his daughter. I’d probably show him my books and ask for his advice and for him to be my editor. Inti - I think Inti would like me a lot for my kindness, but try to cheer me up and get me to work on my self esteem. She’d probably have me shouting self-love mantras then throw me over her shoulder to take me along for one of her workout routines. Since I’m small and I need to get “BIG AND STRONG!! TO DEFEND YOURSELF!!” Araziel - Raz would probably be worried he’d hurt me because he’s over a foot taller than me and I’m so small compared to him. He wouldn’t talk much to me and probably think I was a little strange, but if I mentioned I lived next to a pond with frogs, he’d probably demand I take him immediately, and then swear my protection once he figured out I loved frogs too. Alice - We’d bond over being short and 20, especially that everyone thinks we’re like 16 despite it. I’d do her makeup for her and help her dress up like a princess, probably introduce her to Princess Peach showtime and watch her lose her mind over that game. Then we’d bond over overbearing and aggressive dads that are clueless to what we actually need Faelian - Idk how I’d approach him 😭 I’d likely ATTEMPT to do something fun with him and then buy him ice cream. I think he’d like it a lot and hopefully it would win him over so he doesn’t kick me in the shins. Malevomatic - I don’t think he’d take any more particular shine to me as a contestant; I think he’d treat me just like anybody else, but if he found out I dreamed him up and showed him the art I did of him, I think he’d freak out and declare that i was now his favorite contestant and would probably get me to be his assistant or something

HI POTATO! 1) SOUNDWAVE SUPERIOR AUTOBOTS INFERIOR! 2) ouughh thats a hard one. I’d probably have to go with Tenna he’s just so pathetic but Susie is also close to my heart. For Undertale I would easily say Papyrus. 3) If all my personas met, they’d probably have tea. I can imagine Flynn gives them all Loving Dad Therapy and some much needed hugs. Inti would be performing in a dance-off with Malevomatic to entertain Faelian who’s super excited over music. Araziel would probably be sat in the corner by himself to shy to interact with anyone until Alice said she liked his frog and they’d bond over their pets. I can imagine Inti would be interested in hearing Flynn’s tales of battle and would beg to spar him. Flynn would give Alice pointers on better ways to hone her speed over strength while Araziel and Inti spar like 20 times (Raz hits Inti’s shield with his hammer and the strength of both of them breaks the damn sound barrier) Faelian is climbing Malevomatic like a jungle gym demanding “MORE SHOW!! MORE SHOW!!” And Malevomatic is ecstatic he’s found such an eager contest. Probably ends with Flynn reading them all a bedtime story with everyone curled up for a much needed nap. Malevo doesn’t need a nap but he’s glad to be included (also Faelian won’t detatch himself from Malevomatic so he needs to lie still so the kid can sleep anyway)

1) honestly? Getting to do silly rp with my friends. Giggling over fun dynamics or stupid shit our characters do 2) I don’t know if I would—I’d want to say Flynn but because of how things went, I made all the friends I have now. Unless I was promised I’d keep all my friends even if I changed it, then I would. I’d probably give him a different partner, made him move to Idunia or somewhere that better fit his personality. I would have kept him running a tavern that way he could continue to spark RP everywhere—it was my favorite thing when he ran the Norland tavern… and I would have rejected being part of the council and running a clan. It was way too much for me to handle when I hadn’t even been on the server for half a year. 3) I have a few. I have cookie run that i do with my irl friend, piano tiles, and this really awesome game called The Silent Age. Genuinely a phenomenal game—the plot blew me away. It’s set in a split of like the 70s and far in the future. Basically you’re a janitor that has to find out what caused an unknown virus to wipe out the entirety of humanity and you have to travel back and forth in time to solve puzzles to find the source of the virus and stop it. The plot twist was INCREDIBLE highly recommend. 4) I’m writing a narrative story of Flynn and Liam’s LOTC journey with Liam’s player Stonebreaker. Super fun, super wacky. Though it is a bit changed around to make it a bit less depressing than the original story. I’m also making an animation of Alice’s character journey and planning to animate a fight sequence of Mindscape Inti! (After my current commissions are done :3) 5) thank YOU for being an incredible friend >:)

Talk about your favorite duos, and what makes them your favorites!!

Honestly this is my only Minecraft community server, and was my first Minecraft server ever. I didn’t really have friends that played Minecraft and I’d play it by myself—since I’ve started I’ve had private servers with my friends and I’ve tried one other Minecraft RP server (though i was only there for like a month) I came to LOTC because I was suuuper bored and had nothing to do, so I joined in for fun because i figured it would be a really good way to make friends! I ended up just picking the first one I saw that was Dungeons and Dragons themed and ran with it. My character creation is…. Certainly something. My favorite way to make a character is to give them extremes, a few cliches, and a deviation of expectations, and a pk clause unique to them. For example, I’ll do a walkthrough of Alice’s creation process. I’ll start with something simple, like “oh, I want a sweet character inspired by Alice in Wonderland and Briar Rose from Sleeping beauty. She’s a gentle farm girl who doesn’t want to hurt anyone. She likes living on a farm, loves her family, adores her pets.” I’ll then proceed to give a character a want or need. This can change later, but it usually starts with something. For Alice, she wanted a family and friends. She wanted to live a storybook life and have a happy ending one day and have her own family, so that’s a goal that will back up her character motivations. After that, I’ll give them something unexpected—since alice is so gentle, loving, and doesn’t like hurting people, I made her a liar. She will lie to try and get out of things, and will always hide her true thoughts on things, unless she’s angry. It’s a trait that is unexpected, but not totally out of left field. She lies so easily because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone—so it’s something that on the surface doesn’t seem like her, but underneath makes perfect sense. I then give them a few hobbies, talents, and major weaknesses; Alice is a magnificent singer, amazing at using her silver tongue, and likes fishing. However, she’s small, frail, with little to no strength, and she’s slow to book smarts. Not to mention naive. To top it all off, I give my character a PK clause. This can change on circumstance, but for example—If Alice gets her throat slit or is killed specifically because of the scar across her neck—she dies. This fits her narratively, and serves as a ‘curse’ the character has to bear. Before that one, she had a different clause. If she went too long without someone taking care of her because she was so weak, she would die simply of malnutrition. Oooh pokemon teams…. For Alice I think it’d be: Glaceon for her Animatii Ice Fox (Winter), Lycanroc as a midday evolution for her Wolf Revekka bought her (Snø), a Chansey for her love of healing, a Litwick because she was posessed once and was soulsapped by a mystic once that ended up causing her glowing scar, a Machamp that her father likely gave her (they have similar tendencies, so Alice usually has her machamp keep her company) and a Ceruledge for her main that people assumed would turn into an Armarouge. It’s her favorite because it didn’t turn out to be what everyone assumed it would be, and feels that she has a closer connection to it than anyone else could have with a pokemon. I’m good! I’ve recently just got a boyfriend who I care for very much. We’re going bowling a few days ❤️ However, I’m taking a slight step back from LOTC to focus more on the fun parts or Roleplay. i would have given myself the advice to branch out more. i let a lot of people talk me into staying and serving exclusively norland for a while, and it majorly hindered me understanding a large part of how the server functioned, and it took me a lot longer to get into the groove of things than I would have if I’d branched out more. I’d also tell myself that there are a lot of people who aren’t writing their characters narratively, so don’t expect people to have the same thought process about taking interest over narrative vs aura farming…..

SMOOOOOOKE QCQ YOURE TOO NICE!!! WAAUUGHH YOURE ALSO ONE OF MY TOP RP FRIENDS ALSO!!! 1) Honestly I’m not much of a nation person. Personally, I feel like tying yourself to a nation rather than a group of people is stressful, and leads to a lot of politics. I write my characters as characters first and foremost. I make friends and will roleplay with them, but my characters are made to grow and go through narrative development. Tying them down to a nation usually makes me lose sight of the character itself, and I get wrapped up in OOC drama of having to help/back up that community. Of course, I am always a bit biased to have a soft spot for viru because of all the work I’ve put into it. Group wise, I’m the same. I don’t follow a particular group—mostly just my friend groups! 2) Honestly I’m hesitant to speak on this because I feel like there’s not really any good rules to add to LOTC that would make it worse for someone’s rp. Some people like pvp and war, others want slice of life, some want crp… I do think clearing up crp rules would be very helpful. Maybe incorporating making public character sheets for combat specifically for crp through point buying and training events. Calculating age, rank, skill, how often you’re in combat, etc. making CRP Roll-based with modifiers based on what items you use and your skills, and stuff like that. But personally that’s just me. I think it would allow a lot of personalization to otherwise pretty dull rolling dynamics, while also keeping people from powergaming and such.

HI DEMENTIO!! 1) well, my favorite to play rn is definitely alice, but my favorite ever has to be Araziel. He doesn’t get a lot of play time, but something about playing a big dumb scary looking himbo thats actually a big softie has me giggling constantly 2) INTI MY BELOVED!! Honestly, idk. She’s exceeded my expectations. I think it’s honestly because she is such a beacon of hope. I modeled her personality after superwoman—we love a buff lady—and just always strived to have her be helpful and be there for people. That coupled with her signature shield bash move and how she handles her mindscape scenes… she’s just super bad ass. I love her with all my heart. 3) my fave rp moment oh jeeze… I’ve just had so many memories, but I’d say my favorite was probably either Flynn saying goodbye to his daughters, or his final death. I think his final death just wins out because of how monumental that was for me. Having stone and I play off these two characters we’ve had be best friends for an irl year battle to the death was just so heart wrenching. It was his final moments, but he got to go out the way i wanted him to. Another good one was Inti’s dramatic mountain climbing in the soul realm for her shaman connection, as well as her rp of becoming a Conduit of enlightenment. Something about her facing her worst memories and always choosing hope in the face of them had me cheering. Im just so cool i cant get a fever yo yo. But i aint too cool that i give you a cold. Only symptom you’ll get is the chills

HELLO FELLOW LOTC-ERS! Okay so this is like way behind my 1 year was back in December but I was busy killing off my very first persona back then and forgot about the AMA, so I’m closer to my year and a half mark if anything. HOWEVER. I have been playing Xiomara Inti (formerly Leomonte) Pachakutiq for a year now, so in my head it counts. I don’t know if you’ve seen be around on Inti, remember when I played Flynn, or have met me On Araziel, Alice, Malevomatic, or my new little gremlin Faelian, but I’d love to answer some fun questions if you have any, even if you’ve never met me before!

Who’s your favorite character to play? and who’s your favoritr character of yours period?

Please join us for the lovely ceremony of the union of Xiomara Inti Estelwen Pachakutiq and Ulisses de Alencar Through strife, war, and separation, they finally find peace. Invitations: His Excellency, Iulius Raudrdrakar The Noble Family of Salazar The Noble Family of Callaghan The Noble Family of O’Rourke The Honorable Family of de Senna The Honorable Family of Mondblume The Honorable Family of de Trastamara The Honorable Family of Fontesar The Honorable, Count Dementio, and the rest of the Doom Troupe The Honorable, Tio Hick The Honorable, Tsukinomiya Areum The Honorable, Mercury The Honorable, Njall Asvard The Honorable, Ulfric OOC:

Inti’s face soured in rage as she heard the news. Rage. Hatred. How could they do this to her dear friend? She had many thoughts. Thoughts she knew she couldn’t share for the sake of her family. But oh, she felt them all the same. If she had it her way… no. Inti closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath. She should go train. After she sent a letter to Bron.

Sitting out on the beach of Viru, Flynn’s hands lay folded over the top of his cane as he stared out across the river, up to the capital city of Idunia. With a heavy sigh, he watched, shoulders slumping slightly. Footsteps came from behind him. They were familiar, so Flynn didn’t turn; simply closing his eyes as he felt the gentle breeze on his face. “You must be feeling a bit of energy, if you managed to walk all the way out here,” Liam said gently as he sat next to his brother in arms, groaning a bit with his age. Flynn gave a small smile, looking over to Liam, giving a light chuckle. “If by better, you mean able to walk today, then yes.” muttered Flynn, rubbing his thumb against his cane. “It didn't hurt much, so I decided to try and get out of the house… get a little fresh air.” Liam nodded along. “That’s good,” he said. “You could use some activity to stay healthy… make sure your knees don’t lock up. I wanna keep you out of a wheelchair as long as I can,” Without a response, Flynn stared off into the water, his eyes solemn with a calm silence between the two of them. It made Liam uncomfortable. His lips tugged to a frown as he reached around, putting an arm around Flynn. “Hey,” he whispered, catching Flynn’s attention. “You okay?” Staring at his brother, Flynn gave a small sigh, a sad smile flickering on his lips. “Do you remember the day you promised to protect me?” Flynn asked quietly. Liam blinked slightly, the memory returning almost immediately. Liam laughed. “Of course I do. It was sixty years ago,” he recounted thoughtfully, leaning back. Liam put his arms behind him as he sat, staring up to the sky. “We were in the tavern in Ivoria. It was after my brother nearly killed you after you fell off the roof,” he smirked. Flynn turned red, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah…” Flynn said sheepishly. “…I remember that part,” he muttered. Liam smiled at Flynn, humming. “But yes, I remember… what about it…?” he asked quietly, smile fading as his stomach twisted slightly in worry. “I…” Flynn took a deep breath, looking down at his cane. “I need you to keep your promise, Liam.” he said. “You know what Viath is planning, I… I don’t want to come back. I don’t want to be turned into a darkspawn,” he whispered. His stomach dropped, and Liam’s eyes widened. He stared at Flynn, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “I don’t know how much longer I have, and… I want to go out on my own terms.” Silence stretched again. But this time, it wasn’t calm. It was thick; almost suffocating. Liam held his breath, his heart pounding as he stared at Flynn, swallowing hard. Flynn didn’t look back at him. His eyes were distant, staring off as he rubbed his cane gently. “Flynn…” Liam’s voice cracked. “If you… do it. If you kill me, then you can bury me—out of the way. Somewhere I can’t be raised. So I can rest, finally.” he begged softly. Liam’s throat ran dry. “Flynn,” Liam repeated desperately. “You—I can’t…” “Please,” Flynn pleaded, blue eyes wide as he stared into Liam’s, eyebrows furrowed in desperation. “You promised to protect me. Forever.” Swallowing hard, Liam stared back, with a heavy sigh, he relented—shoulders slumping in defeat. “…alright…” he muttered. “Alright. I’m here. I promised.” Liam said quietly. “How… did you want to do it?” *** Flynn stood across from Liam. Slowly turning the familiar weapons in his hands. The two scimitars moved through the air with elegance; contrasting to the strong stance Liam held. His sword was held firmly in his hand, clutching a shield in the other. It was a sight not seen in decades. With a slightly excited glint in his eye, Flynn smiled. “I missed sparring with you,” he said. “Are you sure you’ll be able to keep up?” he teased. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “I’m sure I’ll be able to,” he said back. The blond moved forwards; always the faster of the two. His blades flashed in the light as they swung towards Liam, who threw up his shield, the scimitars glinting off. With the shine of the blade… the two saw a reflection of years past… The young Flynn’s eyes widened in fear, yelping as the sword swished past him. “Goodness!” cried the young man—barely even 20. The Ivorian armor was too big for his frame. “I can’t do this!” his high voice squealed. “I don’t even know how to swing a sword properly!!” Flynn stumbled backwards, losing his footing as a young Liam stepped with him, grabbing him to make sure he didn’t hit the ground. “You’re serious?” Liam laughed slightly, looking shocked. The blond whimpered, nodding his head as Liam held him by the wrist, the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground. Liam huffed, a small smile flickering onto his face. “Alright, alright,” With a tug, he pulled the younger to his feet. “It’s not fair to just kick your ass… Get ready—I’ll teach you the basics.” Liam’s foot dug into the dirt, and he fixed his posture. Much bigger and stronger than Flynn, Liam swung his shield, deflecting him backwards. The silver-haired old man stumbled back, but didn’t stay far for long. Crouching down, he shot forwards once again, sliding under the shield as his sword struck Liam’s back. He spun around as Liam grunted, taking a step forwards to catch himself. Looking back, he watched as Flynn went for a second attack, ducking his head down as he shot his leg out, foot aimed for the younger’s shin. Flynn buried his blade in the ground, making Liam’s kick make contact with metal. His eyes flashed, a smile on his face as Liam looked up to him, Flynn stomping his foot on Liam’s shield to leap over him, landing on the ground as he swung his other scimitar around. Metal met with metal as Liam’s blade stopped Flynn’s short. The 20 year olds panted, their eyes locked in determination. “Aw, look at you. You know how to swing that thing now,” Liam grinned, a cocky expression on his face. Flynn’s face reddened, and he pouted angrily, staring through his dyed black hair. “Shut up. I’ve been working really hard with Sissel. I’m totally gonna kick your ass.” he grumbled. Flynn quickly lifted up his leg, kicking their locked blades free. Liam stepped back, grinning proudly. “Yeah. Well, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Liam said, swiftly picking up his leg as he sent it right towards the blond’s stomach. Flynn skidded back, holding his stomach as he heaved a breath, blade planted into the ground. “Dammit,” Flynn panted, drawing himself back up to stand. Flynn spun the scimitar around in his hand, breaking into another sprint to continue the battle with his brother. Every attack between the both of them blocked, one after the other as they exchanged blows, almost evenly matched. The rush of exhilaration of every fight between the two of them came flooding back like an old memory, but the excitement wasn’t the same. Instead, a knot tightened in Liam’s stomach with each swing of his blade, knowing that any one of them could be fatal. The crisp, silver blade sliced through a few white hairs, trimming them from Flynn’s head. Liam’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. As he froze for a fleeting moment, Flynn’s elbow shot forwards, hitting Liam right in the face. Staggering back, Liam groaned a bit, unable to rub his face as he only had one arm, which held his blade. Flynn covered his mouth. “Oh, ****! Was that too hard? I’m sorry, dammit—you’re still… okay, I forgot you’re like… missing an arm…” Liam licked his lip, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He grinned up at the worried blond. “You forgot? How did you forget that I don’t have an arm?” he teased, Flynn groaning. “Shut up!” he whined. “I just was getting really into it!” Flynn argued, looking worried. Liam laughed, swinging his weapon back at his brother, making Flynn shout. “Hey!” “Don’t let your guard down!” Liam shouted encouragingly to Flynn, the younger quickly recovering to return an attack on Liam. Metal clashed once more. Liam knocked Flynn’s sword upwards with his own, moving with strong steps. He tried to keep his breathing steady–bracing himself with every single slash and stab. Flynn blocked some of the attacks, moving out of the way of the others. Using one of his scimitars to push Liam’s blade past him, Flynn thrust his other blade forwards, drawing a single drop of blood at Liam’s cheek, right below his eye. As his eyes widened, Liam stumbled back. He swallowed the burning sensation in his throat as he slashed hard again at Flynn, once more on the offensive. Liam wasn’t trying. Not really. They both knew it. Flynn blocked once more, turning the attacks on Liam, trying to goad him into taking this seriously. To fight with intent to kill. Liam grit his teeth, yelling as he went at him, using his strength to overpower Flynn’s quick attacks. His heart pounded, desperately running on adrenaline as he tried to force himself to just make the blow already. But each strike was blocked, guided away, or cut through only air. But the tiring expression on Flynn’s face was a chilling reminder that this wasn’t a fun spar between the two of them. They were no longer young and filled with cocky remarks and teasing comments. With a quick thrust, the blade went forwards. Flynn gasped, and Liam’s eyes opened as he felt his brother grab hold of his shoulder. Flynn’s weapons clattered to the ground, and Liam’s knees felt weak. Grabbing Flynn before he could fall, he held him closed, eyes wide as he trembled. Liam' s heartbeat pounded in his ear like a drum, feeling the smaller’s hand clutch his shirt like a lifeline. The Revenant tightly hugged her father, eyes wide as Flynn held her in a comforting embrace. “You could take my path,” her voice trembled quietly, tears filling her eyes as she did her best to cling to him as she did when she was a child. “We could make up for lost time—we could be a full family again,” she whispered. “Forever.” Flynn swallowed hard, fighting tears as he gently stroked his daughter’s hair. “Time is precious,” he replied in a soft tone. “Flowers are beautiful because they do not live forever, my dear.” “Pa… please,” Svala begged. Her grip tightened as if at any moment he may disappear completely. “You’d… you’d be free from the pain of age,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t hurt anymore,” “Svala,” Flynn said firmly. But even as the words came out, they were gentle. Soothing. “My time is up,” he whispered. “I want to close my eyes and rest—not be tied down to this world anymore…” he told her. Watching the stars, he took a deep breath. “At the end of the Final Act of my favorite play, Death of a King… Do you know what has been written?” Flynn asked gently, staring up at the sky as he spoke. Flynn felt his daughter slowly shake her head as she sniffled. “It is written, ‘He dies’.” Flynn said calmly. “That’s all. There is no recountment, no large fanfare or waxing dramatic of the end of a great man… The culmination of what I consider one of the most influential pieces of literature in all of mankind is… ‘He dies’.” With a dry chuckle, Flynn pat Svala’s head. “It takes a genius to come up with two simple words…” Pausing for a moment, Flynn’s smile faded momentarily. “And yet no matter how many times I read them, I am overwhelmed with grief.” Gently cupping Svala’s face, Flynn tilted her head upwards so she would look at him. “I know it is only natural to be sad… but not because of the death we read, but because of the life and memories prior to those two words. Of the character we grew to know and adore.” With a shaky breath, Flynn gave his daughter a smile. “I’ve lived my tale, Svala. I’ve lived a tragedy, a romance, an adventure… And I’ve bounded through every page knowing that one day, my story would end with those two words.” Searching her eyes, Flynn’s eyes were filled with care. “I am not asking you to be happy I go. I am not telling you to not feel what you will feel when you finish my story… but I beg you not to make the same mistakes I did with the death of your mother,” he whispered. “I just wish that you pick up another story, and continue reading. Because the world is filled with stories; All fantastically written, my dear…” he whispered, trying to wipe away the ghostly tears dripping down Svala’s face. “And if anyone asks what became of me: you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple, and modest, ‘He died’.” As his thumb simply passed through the tears, Svala stared at her father. The one who had nothing but love for her, all his life. Grabbing her father, the revenant wrapped him in the tightest hug she could offer, squeezing her eyes shut as she sobbed silently. Flynn stroked Svala’s hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Even when I am gone, I swear—I will always be with you, stjerne min.” he whispered. “My love will follow you and your sister for all eternity.” Svala sniffled, her voice muffled with her head buried in her father’s chest. “I don’t want to lose you,” “You will never lose me,” Flynn said soothingly. “The only way you could lose me, is if you forget about me.” “And what if I do?” “You won’t,” Flynn smiled. “That’s the thing about loving someone,” he said. “They’re a part of you.” Flynn and Liam held each other as long as they could, tears streaming down Liam’s face as his throat burned. “Thank you…” Flynn’s voice came out weak, a smile on his face as he put his hand to the back of Liam’s neck. “I love you, Liam.” Flynn whispered. “I always have.” Knees buckling under the grief, stumbling into the grass. Liam couldn’t bear to remove the blade from his brother’s chest, letting out a broken sob. Gently, he laid him down to the grass, very slowly lifting the sword out of Flynn’s chest. Flynn winced, but let out a slow breath, staring up to Liam as he hovered over him, vision blurred with tears. Reaching up, his hand grasped Liam’s, giving him one last smile, the light still glimmering in his one blue eye. Liam tried to keep his gaze for as long as he could, hanging on to the last fleeting moments. Closing his eyes tightly, Liam closed his eyes tightly, rolling onto the grass to lay next to Flynn and simply feel his presence. Flynn gave Liam’s hand one last squeeze, a smile on his face as he gazed up at the sky. It was a clear night, and the moon was full. “I always loved the stars,” Liam felt Flynn’s grip fade. "Yeah," he breathed. "Even if their shine will dull, without you." Liam looked to Flynn, doing his best not to let the tears break just yet. "I'll see you in the next life." Flynn looked to Liam, a twinkle in his eye as he gave him one final smile. "Don't make me wait too long," OOC NOTE:

I think a big thing thar we’re missing here is…. Its okay for people to not like the empire? And that’s fine? Like I’m not a big fan of it because for my main LOTC character its interrupted a lot of her roleplay, and created this pressure to not do anything against the empire in fear of what I worked for on a character of being completely destroyed. But all my gripes are honestly irp. But also, it’s fine? Like I’ve only been here a year now, and I’ve been told that the empire’s gonna fall anyway because that’s just how LOTC rolls. And that’s fine then. I’ll wait it out, and come back when its over. I don’t like the rp it brings for my characters, so I just don’t roleplay on the characters that are being heavily affected by the empire. And i don’t like that I have to do that, but that’s what I’m doing. In my opinion, I don’t like the empire. Some people love the empire rp. And thats fine. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion because everyone has different tastes. If you’re gonna get mad at people for liking or disliking the empire, maybe just take a small break. Whether it be an hour or longer. Just remember that whatever you like or dislike is fine, just don’t go hating on other people for their preferences in RP.