Fluffy Horror

Hey, this is an actual child, maybe we can be nicer when explaining things to him or defending ourselves.

Raise the minimum age, implement a 'three strikes and you're out forever' ban rule, create a mandatory behavioural standard for staff to follow (if you're gonna be in a position of authority you gotta act mature about it).

Wake up babe new Zodiac just dropped

Reserved but have the family portrait in the meantime

Julia Quilla Pachakutiq read over the missive, eyebrows creeping higher and higher up her forehead. "I should recommend my therapist to her," the slowly recovering self-hating mage mused, "and also request that she keep this between herself and her husband next time, and not drag the rest of us voidal mages into it..."

I can't read your card text, what's the newest ones?

The magic of friendship. But in all seriousness, Heraldry, because dragons are really cool.

Very cool! Nice work!

Julia Quilla Pachakutiq, ne Leomonte, sister to Rodrigo, re-read through the missive again, her heart heavy. It was a necessary step, so that both Viru and Rodrigo could find their own happiness, but she had a feeling her brother wouldn't see things that way. He had changed, at some point in time. When was it? Before the war? After? She remembered the boy who was fiercely protective of his family, who was proud of his culture. Still, there were always signs. That time he'd pulled out a macana and attacked her magic teacher for pronouncing their surname wrong. The incidents in school. His bullishness with the Petran woman he'd loved, the way he'd challenged the man his love had chosen, despite the princess firmly telling him no. The time he attacked the leader of a vassal that they were in peace talks with. During the Haelun'or judgement, where he'd gleefully attempted to cut off elf ears until their Ama stopped him. Everywhere she went, she would hear things. 'Rodrigo did this. Rodrigo did that.' People always telling her stories of her brother's violent tendencies. It became a question. 'What do we do about Rodrigo?' The Council had meetings. She knew they did. Letters arrived from other vassal leaders, from Idunians, all with complaints. Was it too late, when he lost the privilege of attempting a bid for Lord-Paramount? Was that the straw? He'd been so confident that he would be the leader one day. She knew it broke their Ama's heart. He'd already been pulling away, spending more time in the Empire than in Viru at that point, riding around with the Dragon Knights. How he admired them so! Was he a Templar, then? Or was it after? Either way, his rage problem had only grown upon accepting that connection. They'd tried to temper him. To give him meaningful tasks, a court position, trying to get him engaged in Viru. Trying to offer him a future. He was fixated on one thing, though- a move to the Empire. He wanted Viru to leave Idunia and move to the Empire. He had friends there. Felt like he belonged there. So what was the breaking point? When was it too late? When did he decide that he could never belong here, and instead needed to leave to be happy? When had his frustration turned to resentment, cruelty? What more could they have done? Julia looked next to the missive that he'd written, the biting, accusatory words. He loved her, once. She remembered him comforting her when she'd been teased. Threatening the girls who'd bullied her. She remembered him sparring with her, giving her pointers, helping her learn to fight. She remembered when their Father had died, and she'd been lying in that hospital bed for months on end, recovering from horrible burns- and he'd held her hand. She remembered recently, when that innocent serving girl was going to be burned at the stake at the word of a paranoid nobleman, when she'd begged them to test her with Thahnium, and he'd stepped up with her, to offer his Thahnium. Because she asked him to. He saved that girl's life, because his sister asked him to. He was a good brother, once upon a time. And she loved him. She still loved him. Even if he went out of his way to never see him again, she would keep the brother who took care of her close to her heart. Viru hadn't suited him. He hadn't been happy here. But he had friends in the Empire. A wife. A future that he wanted, even if it didn't include his family. And that was alright. So long as he was happy. Maybe one day, his rage would cease, and they would meet again- two Tawantinsuyins, both different, but the same People. Julia lifted the paper to her lips, kissing it once, before folding it, along with Viru's missive, and locking them up tight in her bedside drawer. "Be free, Rodrigo," she murmured, "May you find the happiness you couldn't find here. Tupananchikkama."

The Metaplay scandal is the reason why we don't have our realm on our player cards anymore.

"The Church must have decided that stealing babies to experiment on to determine the nature of evil was too much. Thank GOD. Someone needed to stop that Iudas." Gloria comments, relieved that the innocent twins of Bron's wouldn't be subject to Iudas's cruel plans anymore.

Metaplay scandal happened, mark your cards people!

"I have the best nephew." Declared the Viruvian mage.

Mage cull in the dead center, nice, nice. If we were counting his entire reign and not just from the 30th and on, almost my entire card would be full.

I think the Tar should count as the elven mistress

Julia sat in shock, staring at the letter in her hands, for perhaps the hundredth time. Her fingers carefully smoothed out the wrinkles from when she'd clutched it in her fist with rage, tracing the world FALL over and over again. A feeling unspoken, a path not taken, a future forever trimmed from her life path. 'She loved me.' Why hadn't she said anything sooner? Would it have made a difference? Would Morwen be alive today if Julia had run away with her to Cerulia, like she'd so often asked? If Julia went with her to that Krugsmas trap, would she have been able to protect her? 'I'm a coward.' Why did she insist on staying in this place that despised her for existing? In this Kingdom where she couldn't go anywhere without getting disapproving glances. Everyone thought they knew Julia. Julia was a despised voidal mage, a shit disturber, a manipulator, a narcissist, a stalker, a little tart, a liar. She sometimes wished she was the Julia people thought her to be. That Julia wouldn't hurt so much. Viru and Cerulia. The only two places she'd ever truly felt welcome. But she couldn't leave. She couldn't cross the war front, join the other side. Not without losing everything she'd worked so hard to build. But then again, what was left? The mage ban had tidily destroyed her career in the Empire before it had ever begun. The diploma that she'd worked her ass off to get hung on her wall, a useless piece of paper. 'Coward, coward, coward.' There was nothing left for her in Cerulia now, either. Morwen was gone. That shining woman, with her hammer and her vices. Gone. Betrayed by her own family. During Krugsmas, for ****'s sake. Whatever honour Idunia had had, whatever mercy, whatever kindness- it was long gone. This Empire had no place for honour, for mercy, for kindness. Still. She had to do- something. Even if she couldn't leave. She had to make Morwen's death mean something. Julia carefully folded up the letter once more, and hid it in her bedside drawer. "I'll do something, Morwen. I promise. And when this war is over, I'll make sure you're free again." The woman whispers, a solemn vow. She closes her eyes, and pictures Morwen on the swing set that day. Her smile. The colour in her cheeks. All the little signs that Julia hadn't noticed. She will remember. Julia walks out the door without a backwards glance.

"I support women's rights AND women's wrongs." Julia declared.

Alright, alright, I concede, I'm packing.

@deviouschungusIn the CORONATION CEREMONY. The biggest Empire event you can get. Just right there, using a dog whistle in front of a massive amount of players, not one correction issued

@Cheeseycerealno, my goal is for there to be one singular safe space for each race where they cannot be subjugated. It's a fantasy game, let the fantasy races have a space to call their own. I want to play Lord of the Craft, not Lord of the Humans. And that's obviously not a solution to racism, just a solution to the fact that some people don't want to engage with Empire RP. 24.7% of people, it looks like, which is a good chunk. 45.35% if you count the people who just expressed not liking it as opposed to hating it. Okay, here are a few examples in which children were killed or tortured: Norland, Haelun'or, the Rex's daughter.

@RigI did not mislabel it. They did. They were the ones calling it the Rhodesian Cross. Go take it up with them, I am just responding to what I see written. I did read the pages, I have been aware, since the beginning, that the Cross shape they called a Rhodesian Cross is also a Cross shape used for other things. It is not a thing. So the person who used the word Rhodesian Cross had zero excuse, there's no symbol called that to mix it up with. Again, I do not care about the shape, I care that people are incorrectly calling it the Rhodesian Cross. I feel like you are deliberately missing my point. @Rigalso, can you link to the report format so I can pass it on to the people who wrote the report, so they can file it correctly?