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  1. [Denied] [Actor] Warmarcher

    Briefly aware of Warmarcher. I can say from our interactions that he's capable of carrying out of the duties as an ET as he already does much of the job without PEX. If you gave him PEX, he'd be that much more effective at delivering great events.
  2. [Accepted] [Pending][Actor] oncenoeda

    I view Once as my brother-in-arms when it comes to the ET. Before the Purge, he and I were partners and have worked very very hard to create an event line that has been hailed multiple times as the greatest experiences that players have ever had in recent memory.
  3. [Accepted] [ET ACTOR] Attempt number 2

    From the times I've interacted with him, I have to say, he's not toxic and completely understands the community and what vibes and enlivens with the players in-terms of what they want to see in the way of events and server-story progression. He creates an air of atmosphere when he RPs. My interaction with him is very limited and within a group skype chat and a few IG instances. These are my impressions of him from those slight interactions.
  4. Thank you to oncenoeda, Zyquis, LithiumSedai, and my brudda Gangass for the support. I wholesomely agree with your comments! (The following is The Lion outlying his beliefs for this position) It's my intention to aid this new Director using my managerial experience gained in real life work experiences to counsel and aid them so that we can help avoid negativity garnered around the ET's decisions from here on out. I seek to aid SquirtGun before I denounce them (despite the fact that I would've loved adequate warning of the purge in advanced). We need to consider McGregor's X and Y theory additional to Maslow's Hierarchy Of Needs to consider the Server Environment and a managerial structure/style conducive to the community's actual modus operandi so they feel the staff actually cares about them. To show that the staff puts other's desires before their own. I'm working in management and business. From that, I've learned each company is as different as the individuals within them. We want to promote love and compassion, jolly cooperation within an environment like lotc rather than draconian law. We need fair and understanding leaders. Not tyrant kings with all the knowledge and none of the understanding.
  5. This is a re-application due to the ET Purge ordered by SquirtGun. I've taken my previously accepted application and adapted it accordingly. That app can be found here: Current Username: LatheBiosas Discord(‘You got it’ does not suffice): GhostRoast#0874 Timezone(s) you mainly play: GMT What group/nation do you consider to be your main? None, I'm a beast of no nation. That mains an ET character rather than anything else. However, I'm currently involved with the Mordskov playerbase (multiple players from multiple groups/nations). I was about to start with some Alras Privateer Guild, but this sudden purge has put that on a temporary hold. Historically I've played an elf named The Lion, a DeNurem chappy born in Aegis. When the ET was in its early stages, I was taken on directly by the Lead at the time completely centered around the innovative idea of 'long-term acting'. A new concept at the time, and a response to the M.O. that the current ET acting team was taking where they'd make one-day, or very short lasting Event Characters. It was my proposal to the Admin of the ET at the time to use my existing character as a means to spark long-term events (such as the sacking of Malinor and upheaval of the Elven structure which ultimately led to some of their most active periods as a racial nation). I'm not motivated by minas, land, or other forms of material loot. For me, for the Lion, it's all about seeing the players better than they are. Rising them up to see their RP potential. The Lion is not that complex a character from my perspective. A bonafide knight through and through. He's been a knight since Gaius Marius raised him to status in Aegis. Fixing him in a position of having a strong code of conduct. Albeit a morally ambiguous and seemingly ever changing code, it has always remained the same; annihilate he who casts the first stone. Through patience or cold steel. He's calculative in his strategy, constantly finding connections between patterns, and willing to tank his reputation in-order to achieve his goals. Yet, offset by having almost none of the same long-term calculation when it's in-the-moment. By any means, thy will be done. Alignment wise, he's lawful-neutral leaning on chaotic depending on which side of the hammer you're on. Ready to splatter a follower of Aeriel with the same tenacity he would a follower of Iblees. With the off-chance that he'll brain a child for disrespecting his often unpredictable code. The desire to be treated with the same energy he puts out often leads to the chaos being unleashed when the needs are not met. Making him Lawful. Although appearing to be not much more than a walking instrument of death and horror, Lion quite enjoys the more refined, scholarly and aristoratic side of life. Learned when Emperor Godfrey raised him to Baron-status all those centuries ago in Asulon. A scholar and a sword. By book and blade. He is the Follower of the Son. Witness. I'm not going to change how I RP The Lion for the ET. I will say straight up off-the-cusp, I've nothing to personally gain (in or out of RP) from being risen to ET-hood once more and playing my character at the same time. I've balanced it in the past quite well. Humans simply because I believe their average RP standard to be higher than that of the other major races. (These are my opinions. Don't crucify me because you don't agree) High Elves for similar reasons, their RP standard has historically been high. These are important concepts because it makes reasoning in events that much more fluid. That said, I actually focused a lot on the Orcs in my previous tenure. Attacking them with legendary beasts and creating Spirit RP for their shaman-base. Now as we talk about it, I started near the end of my previous tenure to get involved with the more Fairytale feeling RP of Halfing Events. I also enjoy the Frostbeards when I do events for them. My real talent is playing monsters, mythical creatures and benevolent demons. Exacting them on any random town I happen to be flying over when surveying for a place to flavour already occurring RP. Honestly, just give me a direction/script, throw me in the pool, and I will swim with it. I'm willing to learn a group's lore even if I'll never use it beyond the event they're involved in. Have you held a staff position before? I've held the position of Actor/Builder for the Event Team during the Anthos chronicle. Went inactive to focus on school. Additionally, I've held the position of Builder for the Event Team during the Athera chronicle. Went inactive to focus on school. You may see a pattern. Yet, I think this time around, I won't suffer from inactivity because I've already got other Team Members in-mind to work with so all our loads are easier to maintain. This would be a contrast to the previous times I've been ET because in those cases, I worked lone wolf. If you consider real life a server of its own, I currently work for a Wine Estate where I organise and host REAL LIFE EVENTS additional to sales-data management duties. I work directly for our Brand Manager as his assistant and study business. The job is very much in the realm of acting as well when you host a tasting night. You've seconds to assess your crowd and how you should approach them. It changes per event, but the general mode of operation remains the same. Do you currently hold a staff position? Apparently not. Do you plan on applying for other staff positions? No. Have you ever been banned before? If so, how long ago and what reason? Yes, I got drunk and was banned in like June for using a non-vanilla client. In that intoxicated state I couldn't be bothered to mine vanilla or something? To be honest, I have no memory of it beyond logging in the next day to a 30-day banned message. It was very out of the ordinary, I served my time, and life has moved on since. I'm not trying to ruin the experience of others. What style of events do you feel you enjoy creating? (Low Fantasy, High Fantasy, Quests, Dungeons, etc.) I am all about making long-term events that involve already existing characters and locations so that they're fully immersive. (I like to create event regions that provide RP/Events almost daily). These are mainly dark fantasy events, but incorporate quest and dungeon aspects as well. List three factors you feel play a part in a quality event and expand upon them. Player Interaction- The reason the antag eventline failed in my opinion was due to the fact that the handlers almost wanted nothing to do with regular players. Their folly, not mine. I don't see the point of hosting an event where the player is just reading your RP for an hour. An ET should not be the central focus of an event, they should just be flavour on the side and ambiance. Narrators and environmental ambiance. Means for the players to get themselves from A to B. Dynamism- This is huge because I think events are lacking in choices a lot of the time. I think that with a solid plan, you can get the players from A to B AND allow them to do it in anyway they see fit. A Clear Script- Incorporating all the above, it's paramount to have a script so your events to tail. You devise the scene and a start goal and an end goal. The rest is up to the dynamics of the event. For example, you could build a canyon and mandate that three enemies will 'spawn' briefed with how they'll RP with the Players. How the interaction plays out will be different every time, but the Players will always get from A to B without it feeling force-scripted. They should come out feeling excited, wanting more, like they really spent their time enjoyably. There's nothing worse than wasting 2 hours of someone's life and not delivering satisfaction at the end result. Which member(s) of the team would you attempt to emulate and why? Provide three event scenarios, in total, of the style(s) you listed above: DOOM SLAYER "Day by day. Night by night. We go on our wayward paths. Attempting to reach our desires. Completely oblivious to the stirrings below. Deep down, in the firey pits of the underworld are rivers of lava. Burning stone and nightmares of corrupted creation. Down in the depths is The Nether, Iblees' hellish realm." The storyteller takes a pause. Drawing in smoke through a long-stemmed pipe. The smoke briefly clouds him from the tavern's patrons listening to him. "As our mortal days go on, the drums of war are constantly marching across the vast realm below. Waiting for Emergence Day. When they may invade our Mortal Realm once again... in my day, we tried to stem the invasion. Champions were chosen from each nation. Sent on a suicide mission to invade the Nether before it invaded Us. Their purpose was to cut off Iblees' connection to our Realm, but they ultimately failed. Tricked into propelling the Doom of Aegis." He lets the moment sink in to the listeners. "On their own volition, a few brave souls have signed-up to invade the Nether before it invaded us. The Doom Slayers they're called..." The scene fades to black. The Doom Slayer Event Scenario would be based around Dungeon-Questing in the Nether. With the end goal of clearing dungeons to uncover additional dungeons that would scale in difficulty depedant on the group partaking. Only serious players would dare attempt it as going to the Nether can be easily botched, leading to permanent death (in most cases). Dungeons would be created for players to navigate, monsters would be orchestrated to antagonise them, and powerful loot would be awarded to the few that make it to the Treasure Rooms of the Nether Keeps. Basic event structure would involve the creation of a portal hub that could only be accessed by players accompanied by an ET. Once in, it would be a combination of PvE, world, and Actor interaction to traverse the maze-like dungeons that will slowly upscale in difficulty as they're cleared. These dungeons would be built by ET to reflect the ambiance of hell. The ET actors involved would get a brief on the creatures/characters they'd be playing BEFORE the event is launched. Creating that basic script will not only give the means to an enjoyable event, but also give the means for regular players to get involved with the Event-Hosting side of things. People like feeling part of the server and I think it'd be a great way to survey and assess the next generation of ET. The Event would eventually come to an end when enough dungeons were cleared to spawn the Final Boss, some sort of Iblean Avatar that would attempt to seal the players in the Nether. Creating grounds for future events stemming from the actions carried out in the Boss-interactions. This is my homage to the radical Aegis-era dungeon Aemon And Daemon, that go me into LotC. THE GAMBLER Like a ghost in the wind. The Gambler drifted into town. Taking the guise a Fortune Teller from the Farlands. He entered the saloon and sat down, but he never ordered a drink. Instead inviting unsuspecting players to his game of Black Jack. Much to the chagrin of the staff members. Once seated, he locked them into the demonic gamble. Shape-shifting those who busted. Rewarding those who won the pot. The town watched in a mixture of shock and awe as the game progressed. As The Gambler raised the stakes. Only three seated now with the demon. One chanced it, "I can't take it anymore!" He hollered as he bolted from the table. Caving in on himself as he was transformed into a penguin. Two left. They continued to play this devil's game. Reaching the conclusion. Defeating the house. In extended laughter, The Gambler shook. Rising from his chair. Anointing the winner with a celestial lucky charm that gave them the ability to succeed against tough odds. As the Gambler left the saloon. The towns people remained static in fear. Instead of damning the whole town, those who lost were re-manifested. Screaming back into humanoid form from the cute animal forms they had bee transformed into for losing. And just like that... he drifted out of town. Like a ghost in the wind. This is a classic one-off Event Character I've used in the past. A high-stakes demonic gambler that makes players play party games with seemingly deadly and comedic consequences. Awarding the winner with whatever loot I can get a hold of at the time. I'd like to see items that modify rolls with things like the lucky charm mentioned above, but that's pushing the bounds of what I'm attempting to achieve in the first place. I don't believe this necessarily requires any specific lore to work, but if I had to specify, I'd say Zoal the Gambler is an avatar of an unspecified bachelor Daemon. These events are for giving players access to the more passive side of LotC: Party games. I mean, it's not even necessary that The Gambler is supernatural, but I think that's what ups the ante and intrigues players. Everyone likes a bit of mysterious magic man. THE GAUNTLET Hands down the best thing this server has achieved in my opinion. I'd see to the construction and return of the LotC Gauntlet; first envisioned by Shiftnative and later re-visited in Anthos. A weekly event that would follow suit in original format: A challenge of skill in which players jump, climb and attempt to traverse the puzzles of the gauntlet. Usually the ground is lava. Players turn their gear in to a personal lockbox before entering. A bank service on-site so those who fail the challenge don't lose their existing minas. I'd create an admission fee of around 15-30 minas for the first go and 5 minas for additional attempts. Their gear returned when they give up. The minas generated from the Gauntlet would go directly into my team's coffers to be distributed amongst the rest of the ET to be used as rewards in unrelated events. That is basically it for this one. Short and sweet. Player entertainment on a scheduled program each week. Based off the original Aegis Gauntlet. With the added bonus of having enthusiastic commentary provided by the Actors involved with managing it that day. Players may partake or spectate. Why do you wish to become an ET Actor Member? Honestly, so that I don't get shutdown by the GM Team every single time I want to aid an existing ET for not being on the ET. I already achieve many of the means of an ET Actor regardless of title. I've sacrificed my region to be an event region. However, that title of ET is extremely necessary to take the RP Eventlines currently being worked on from 5 to 10. I was already one. My reasons haven't changed. Even if I'm not accepted, I'll continue to entice and provide the means for players to achieve their RP fancy. That said; it will remain very needlessly difficult to traverse the path without being on the ET. Which is why I seek to join once more. I want to help the other members of the ET in their events in a more legitimized standing when it comes to modreq'ing to assist the ET current. What strengths would you bring to the team? I know a lot of lore, but there's so much, I'm always learning more. Willing to learn more. I understand how people work. It's my career in real-life to find demographics and cater accordingly. Taking myself out of what I think and articulating myself to their preferences in life. For example, I enjoy red wine and detest white wine, but I can drink white wine and understand why someone else would enjoy it. It's all about letting go of your own opinions when it comes to the moment of customer interaction. Other than that, I muse with people. Help build ideas and give inspiration to new events and lore. I'd be better at aiding someone in doing their own event than doing an event of my sole-creation. I thrive on collaboration with other players (I tend to avoid most staff members save the ones that actually RP). Making me better in a team I can work with than I ever will be alone. What are your weaknesses? My time management could be better. Meaning, I do better jobs when I actually put in the time. This is the difference between a 70/100 on a test where I didn't give it enough time to make it a 90/100 score. I hate beuracracy and "office politics". I hate inept/naive leaders. I do not hold back my opinion and many take my constructive criticism personally. How much time could you give to this position in the foreseeable future? Couple of hours a week. It's a volunteer job, not a paid one. You cannot expect this environment to align accordingly to a corporate mandate. What style do you prefer to build in? (Low fantasy, High fantasy, dungeons, creatures, terrain, etc.) Any style requested, but personally, I mainly build in dark and high fantasy for dungeons, creatures and small terrain jobs. Are you comfortable using world edit commands? Yes. Provide screenshots of three builds you have created from the following list (Terrain, Creature, Medieval, or High Fantasy) Terrain example. I build this for a halfling event when I was a builder previously in Athera. This was all hand made. No WorldEdit involved. It eventually saw a Giant's Castle put on it that I also built and I left it to the halfling ET to do Jack and Bean Stalk type events in. High Fantasy. This is a wizard tower that I made as requested by the GM Kalameet at the time. It was for his character. Dungeon/Creature? I guess this counts as a dungeon. Basically this is a Cathedral I've been working on with oncenoeda for the Event Line in Mordksov. It's seen a lot of changes and improvements upon what's pictured here, but I don't the PEX to access it for screenshots anymore due to the purge. I REALLY WANT TO FINISH THIS ROOM. THAT ORGAN IS LUSTING TO BE COMPLETE. Explain what you feel results in a quality build. Love and time. My blood, swear and tears. The attention to detail. Innovative use of the blocks and items. If you build doesn't give an ambiance/atmosphere overall reflective of the RP around it, you've failed to do your job. Why do you wish to become an ET Builder Member? So that I can create stages for RP to happen without worrying about needing to modreq or wait on anyone else's time when I have precious amounts to dedicate to this server.
  6. exploration by sea

    The Lion sits upon the crest of Tahn Island. Facing south. Having a vast vantage point over the entire Southern landmass from as far as the eye could stretch East to West. The Grand Master notices at this great height, the zenith of the world, just how ominous the island appears. Most of a thanhic winter wasteland created by The Thanhic Great Fires from Emperor Philip's weapon of mass destruction in 1590. The island is scarred with stone structures. No lights nor life to be seen in many of these settlements. Yet, the ocean looks calm. Unchanging. A clear day. Grand Master Lion brings his telescope to face the horizon line to see how far out he could see with it out of curiosity. Coming to scan it from ear to ear of water's face. Stopping. Fixed on an object. Something very far away. Land. Having no boats as an asset himself to investigate the anomaly, he begins to search for means to contract someone that does... (i'm interested in aiding with both building and roleplaying the island.)
  7. Steel Company; 2-11

    Steel Company; 2-11 The School Of The Scroll The Deep Cold, 1633 "Tour with me, Inductee." The Grand Master offers his arm to Candra whom has a broken leg. She carefully stands. Immediately slipping from her chair to her feet and as instructed takes his arm. From their position in the Mess Hall there were many Outlanders here. Xion folk it seems. An oddity. An anomaly of activity. One stands from his position. An elven X.O.G. that was loyal to his Kingdom. Having stated a judicial case to the Father of 2-11 to be the judge of. The loyal soldier stands up from his seated position at the table and excuses himself as he sees Lion has stopped listening to the case and intends to pace about the household, "I will be off, actually. Van'Ayla. Four Lords guide you." Candra’s let down tone quickly chimes up by the end as he exercises the manners of a true 2-11, "Oh- safe travels, be safe." The Grand Master notes this as he walks on, blessing the steadfast guard before he goes, "As thou wilt, Osildur." Turning back to Candra, "Have you seen the Record Hall, child?" He speaks calmly despite the mechanical whirring of a filter-device. Sealed under his faceplate for the use of protection against the thanhium dust in the air. It distorts his voice to sound like that of an iron rattle. Candra excitedly announces, "No I haven’t!" The Father laughs and comments, "So much joy! I feel it too, Inductee." Having walked forward as they spoke. Into the Record Hall with Candra pacing with him. She says in wonder as her eyes draw across the hall, "This is magnificent..." The Lion gives a signature single nod of acknowledgement and tries to explain, "Flink asked for it. God delivered… Yet, It's not yet finished. God’s good architect is still adding more details. Candra accepts that and lists her eyes to and fro, "I rather like it.." The two walking through the wall-to-wall room of books. On the left half is a restricted section.The right half public records for those with access to the chamber. The two reach the top of a staircase after some time. Lion ask the Inductee, "Perhaps you're more of a Scholar than a Soldier?" She responds quickly, with passion in her tone, "Yessir, I am in the order of the pen- or I would like to think I am.. I am not good with a blade- but I may study for hours and uphold knowledge." Grand Master continues on his point with contemplative tone, "Aye..." He turns to Candra. The decision final. He bellows a 2-11 litany, "By Scroll or Sword, I ask if you would like to be risen from your lowly status as an inductee to that of a member of this Family. The Steel Company; 2-11?" Candra explodes with faith, "Of course I would, Sire! I would be honored!" She bellowed back with loud pride, her chest swelling as she put on a face of determination. Grand Master Lion responds to her exuberance with a promise, "Thy will be done!" He stops supporting her with his arm. Leaving the medic with the broken leg to stand on her own two feet. Plainly stating, "Bend-d-knee. Create your vow to The Family. Make it your own. Align it with your motivation and desire to uphold the Cause." At once she carefully slumps upon her left knee. Broken tibia throbbing as she huffs in pain. Laying a hand upon knee, she bowed her head. Grand Master Lion raises the religious hammer made of steel over her head. Its face carved with all manner of religious scripture and Godly symbols. A relic from his service to the High Pontiff during The First Empire. Holding one handed, the memento steady over the Inductee. Looking like a priest who was holding the good book over a devout. "Candra. To what will you promise The Family of 2-11 and all that we stand for?" She almost doesn’t need to think when she promises, "I, Candra Kerron, pledge to devote myself to that of the 2-11 Company. To the best of my ability whether it be medicine, swordsmanship, or companion. I will fulfil my duty for our shared mission and cause. I will not lose my heart in desperate times. I will keep respect and honor to the 2-11's name, and I shall live, die, and live again." The Lion smiles. An expression hidden by the forged metal mask worn by the Father 2-11. A knight of the Mortal Realm. He repeats the litany, "I live, I die, I live again!" Raising his hammer straight up. "Rise now, Scholar Kerron of the 2-11." Candra carefully stands back up with a wince. Her leg hurting her further as she tilted her chin upward in confidence. At that, Grand Master Lion tours on. "You have begun to walk the Path Of The Righteous." And so on that day, she saw light. Entering the family. Growing God's cause. By book and blade. Thy will be done... (+1 For the Cult of the V8... haven't updated in a long time, but I assure you, it's because the guild has taken all my time. So much RP to be had! It's reasonable to not take anymore members on. Focus on those we have. If you're interested in joining; show me what you got in terms of RP skill. Roll-players and powergamers that don't RP basic exhaustion and emotion without good reason are poo. No drama-queens.)
  8. [Kloning] [SA] Ser Lion

    It exactly follows in the format's questioning order. I don't think removing the RP is necessary for the point of the application to drive home. That said, I've put an unflavored version of the format into a spoiler at the end. Consider that my "real application" if you must.
  9. The light comes on. Shining down on a seated figure. Two hardened staff members stare at him. Sitting at the table as well. All together in that tiny interrogation room. The good cop asks for a run down of what happened. Asking me questions that I feel obliged to answer... “What’s your User-name?” I respond, “ Lathebiosas, officer.” They continue to press, “What’s your Character's Name?” Somewhat confused, but understanding that he refers to me, I answer, “The Lion, officer.” The bad cop gives me an angry look, “The Lion?? What kind of ******* name is that?” The good cop calms him down and continues, “What’s your Character's Age?” Just turned fourteen. 314, officer. “I see. Long-aged…. What’s your Character's Race?” I respond, “I once was an elf.” I take it all in. What a strange place this is… Then the police get to the matter at hand and begin asking more detailed questions. “What magic(s) will you be learning?” Uncertain what the wizards are doing. Some sort of experiment they said. I agreed to it in exchange for magic lessons from the prophetical wizard, Ser Avenel. The doctor called the process I’m about to undertake kloning.” What is your Teacher's User-name?” Given divine inspiration, I know to respond, “Vezzin.” They’re writing this all down on a notepad now, asking, “What’s your Teacher's RP Name?” I look oft to the corner of the room. A red hue begins to form where I’m looking, I finally answer, “I think someone said his name was Warick or something more like Elwrick.” The staff members look to each other. Giving an affirmative nod. They ask, “A few things before we go. Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, prove it.” Slightly confused, the red hue turned to a dramatic sunrise. I’m home free. I look back to room and simply put it, “No, officer.” They nod and ask in unison, “Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?” The sunrise grows ever more intense. Beginning to engulf the room. “Yes, officer. Call and I’ll answer.” They begin to file a few papers into a briefcase. Asking, “Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?” Honestly confused as to how this applied to the scenario made me say anything that sounded good, “ …. yes , officer?” They nod one more time. The two police having been morphed into one for quite some time as the sun begin to surface amongst the intense crimson sky.” Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, prove the app.” Having never touched anything magic beyond a few gadgets and doo dads, I say, “No, mam.” The staff member gives a concluding nod. Slamming shut the briefcase in dramatic fashion. “You’ll hear back from us in a few days, Mister Lion.” They lift as my eyelids do. Waking up in bed to another sunrise. Another day living. A Real Application in regularly scheduled format for the serious minded:
  10. Infernic Castors; Firearms

    Probably will be carried out similar to shamanism expect the racial-lock factor. Anyone will be able to learn if they show they have RP responsibility. I don't think Gunsmithing will be racially locked or circle jerked. Yes, it will probably be a small proportion of players in the know, but that doesn't necessitate a circle-jerk. At the end of the day, the knowledge is far TOO devastating for the information to be widespread. If I had to guess, I'd imagine a goblin would be a suitable student of these teachers. That all said, I highly doubt any teacher would actively teach any nationally aligned character like a War Nation member or an Imperial. That's just a recipe for disaster. I think it necessarily needs to be a closed group of those in the know, but I don't think it necessitates the operation will be based on OOC friendship circlejerk.
  11. Steel Company; 2-11

    Steel Company; 2-11 Check Thyself. Before Thy Wreck Thyself The Amber Cold, 1631... Lion notices a chair right next to the door. A few leaves randomly splattered all alongside it. The door to the hut he dragged the Marked to still closed. The Lion looks at what seems to be a trap. Not what he left at all. He screams, "Sighard! All are dead now. Your blade is here." He lays the slayer steel sword on the grass. Looking for signs of an archer, for Sighard. Finding no sign of anyone around, the chair and the leaves having nothing particularly strange about them to most. No rope, pits, or anything could be spotted. Overall, the landscape seems unmoved except for the chair. Perhaps Sighard was still dozed. Grand Master Lion really doesn't appear to have a desire to approach the house. The moved chair truly unsettling him. Not even noticing the other details. Twitchers or a pissed off Marked; Either way the scene spells caution. The birds would be chirping, their calls unphased by any previous conflicts. The landscape is still peaceful and unmoved. Lion kneels and says a teutonic prayer. Talking to God, "All I wanted to do was kill some monsters, but no. Jesters. Zealots and Madmen by the numbers. Infecting my head with confusion.” If only Lion had enhanced senses of any kind, he could hear a few crunches to his left. If only. For the steps were unnaturally light, and the leaves provided good coverage. The Lion stands hurling a stone at the door. "Michael!" He speaks now to the leader of the Twitchers. The lobbed stone off its aim. Hooking off into the window nearby the shack. Landing right inside with a small thud. The armoured Grand Master leaves the sword on the ground. Wondering about the morality and ethic of the Marked like Sighard he shares space with, "Perhaps they not see eye for an eye..." Just then, a thanhium hailstorm begins to cry out. Covering the land in frosted death almost instantly. He takes off towards the gate. Hearing as he makes an exit, "Lion..." The voice rings from an unknown source. The helmet around the armoured knight unable to distinguish its actual direction without accuity involved on this instance. Regardless, the Lion recognises the voice, "Sighard! I didn't need to bash ye, but it happened that way! I ask you consider my perspective!" The thanhic hail still heavily falling. Lion worries even now about the health of the Marked man. Sighard seems to find no concern about the storm, his agenda set, "Sit on the chair, or I'll kill you, Lion." The voice shouts from the general direction of the house and it's surroundings. Lion warns the voice, “You'll die in there with this storm! I myself can't be out here too much longer!" It then responds, “I'll get to kill you before, then..." The voice seems to get closer. Crunches barely audible throughout the storm. Noises that Lion figures to be a Twitcher. Readying his warhammer. "Either way, I'll die. To live again." The warhammer wielding knight moves off from the hut he was pressed against. Eyes darting in every direction as he looks for signs of movement. The visual being his strongest sense in this world. He's moving towards the city… The grassy crunches seem to come closer, emanating from Lion's left. Still seemingly addressing Sighard as one of the Twitchers he warns, "Michael, we both know my TAC mask is about to fail... I'd dread being in this without..." His armour begins to freeze where the hailstones congregate in his creases and folds. Hearing another set of crunches right behind him as he turned his back to look at something rustling in the trees. The noises coming ever closer through the dirt. Back facing the direction of the noise, he noticed the glimmering slayer steel sword to be missing. His TAC filter bogs up with thanhic dust. His helmed face begins to whirr mechanically. Stalling, spluttering. Killed... the filter inside the helm has run out of juice. He panics. "****. ****-****-****." He picks up the pace towards home. Standing in the portcullis now. He keeps his back to the inner gate. Looking out to where he came; a frozen hell. Out of the range of the thanhic hailstorm’s frozen grasp. He stares absently. A squire’s ash before his feet from the fight before it started to rain thanhium. From the frozen hell, a large figure appears. One sword held in his hand, a large mask covering his visage. The Lion sees this filter mask arrive. Sighard's clothing. He beckons, "Get inside!" Instead Sighard takes a detour. Kicking back a broken door as he'd enter the gatehouse. Doors swing open as footsteps on cobble seem to get further inside the gatehouse. Grand Master Lion watches him side-off. The man doesn't look happy. Causing Lion to ready his hammer. Simply standing before the iron door Sig will have to get through eventually. Ready to bash what comes through. The knight shouts, "This need not end in death! I don't want to fight you!" A voice blurts from within the gatehouse, rasped in a guttural tone, "Your steel makes you clanky." Sighard then adds, "This won't end in death." Grand Master Lion grounds himself in. The steel warhammer handled in both gauntlets. The blood of a Strength Spirit coating the steel gauntlets and granting the user the strength of an orc, "Clanky, but sturdy. You'd better pray any blade made it far enough to stop me before I stop you. One blow, Sighard. Don't make me." A few more fumblings can be heard from within the gatehouse. Another door swinging open. Lion would be able to hear Sighard's single, hushed muttering. He continues to repeat. Rasping the same muffled thing yet again. Barely audible to Lion. The final door still adamantly closed. Finally Sighard speaks up, "This won't end in death, Lion. It'll just hurt...." Lion takes a breath. Saying a litany, "May death come swiftly to those who bring dishonour to their word." He wheezes, "Open the door slowly. I won't kill you if you mean not to kill me." A silence. In it he prays, "Doe Shvemish hteaati vaeace nogleaden. I live, I die, I live again." Sighard promises in reference to the events leading up to this, "I mean to return the favor." He'd rasp followed by one last muttering of the same word. This time said in a louder tone, "Availer!" The door suddenly violently swings open with great speed, a large fireball emerging out of the doorway in an extremely swift manner, approaching the knight's torso in a fiery blast. Expecting a running man and not a fireball, the Lion was stepping to the right through a doorway. Taking the unexpected fireball to his chest and left arm in a fiery explosion! Sighard An'Halstaig watches, "There." He'd simply mutter, his expression, hidden by his mask, unphased. The scroll burns in his hand as the fireball hit Lion. Meanwhile the blazing knight curses and hollers. The warhammer in one hand now. He employs more power to the magic gauntlets to wield it with the same strength as if he were two-handed. The muscles scaling to a nearly bursting size. The adrenaline is flowing. He turns to swing a blazened hammer at anything in sight. Dusting some cobblestone and not much more. Ripping the armour off his arm now as it singes into his shoulder. Sighard comments, "The sheer fact that you'll boil in that tincan for a while evens the odds, bub. Lower your weapon." Lion stops, drops, and rolls. A voice rings from the other room with a bland tone, "Don't ever hinder me from my work, Lion." Then Sighard slowly and cautiously paces towards the entrance way. Blade held by his torso in a relaxed manner, his other hand scooping up as to remove his mask, revealing a face, widely bruised in the area of his left cheek. Where Lion had knocked Sighard out earlier. Now he’s laying on the ground crippled by fire for casting the first stone. A smouldering wreck. His elven beauty tattoo'd by flames. Leaving branded impressions of chain across most of his left body and third degree burns on his arm and shoulder. He silently screams. His voice long gone now. Sighard approaches his proximity. A foot extending as to kick the warhammer aside. Finding it firmly in place with Lion’s unrelaxed death-grip around its handle. He shows no reaction to the pain of kicking the hammer. Sighard’s other hand scoops up to his baldric. From that he pulls quite a large flask that he uncorks. The bottle branded 'Emergency'. He'd pour the GREATER healing potion over some of Lion’s exposed burn marks. Dipping his head as to watch him. "Even.” The potion hisses as it comes in contact with the chestplate the Lion couldn't get all the way off before the flames ran their course. Though, the leather straps singed enough to rip free. It's the first thing he does as he roars to a sit up, the potion giving him new life to survive the fire’s aftermath. Letting the healing potion work its temporary abatement. An'Halstaig sighs, turning about as he'd slowly pace around the room. Carefully corking the flask and placing it back into it's designated spot. Grand Master Lion tears the helmet from his head. Clutching his burned face in his hands wondering how he’ll remain a capable knight… a new force of motivation stirs within The Lion… (He who casts the first stone shall get a return to sender. I write for the single user who acknowledged they liked HOTI pt. 2. Tell your friends about 2-11, feel free to reply to this post with some of your own RP. If you’re interested in learning more, reply in RP or in a PM, or find a member IG.)
  12. Infernic Castors; Firearms

    We the people are responsible for reporting powergaming and metagaming. I've gotten plenty of people their due justice for enacting the offenses you worry about because I'm not trying to placate bs. Nor will 'people' be getting these on the snap of a finger. Did you read the lore? Additionally, you'll obviously have to join some well-regulated RP clique to get them (cause why would it be any different than anything else on lotc?). I don't have any faith in the MT and LT keeping track of it. I imagine you'd have to register your firearm with the Lore's creator anyways and that's how we'll be able to take justice against those who commit the injustices you fear. I'm willing to be surprised, but where does it actually state LotC is a 'Medieval' Fantasy server? Because I'm fairly certain we're just a Fantasy RP server.
  13. Infernic Castors; Firearms

    Form an actual argument. Necessity is the mother of invention. It's inevitable that someone was going to figure out a way to defeat an armoured knight with tools other than the norms. Be it telepathic steel balls or alchemical firearms, fast moving projectiles are possible using the current lore/mechanics of LotC. I'd stand with a well thought out post akin to this OP over some other lore. It's got mechanics instilled. Won't offset anyone's ability to simply bash a man in the face with a hammer before they can do their magic. Do not fight inevitability. As the mages have been cut down despite their lore induced empowerment, so will the gunslingers. A non-threat to any real sword.
  14. Infernic Castors; Firearms

    Gunslingers work in DnD, I don't see why not here. I've been on LotC since the beginning and it's actually stupid we've tech locked this easily accessible and once doable ability to utilize primitive firearms. At one point 'hand cannons' were already in existence during Anthos by the server's own design of a plugin that allowed any ol' player to shoot fireballs out of golden staves using emeralds as ammo. Woe upon those who decided to supplant lore behind a plugin that had no explanation. Make it exclusive like Golem making once was and go from there. Only a handful of players will actually have the tech and will rightly be superior. Screw this lemming mentality taken where one character can't be more powerful than another. In real life, there are superior and inferior people. All are able to technically be superior, but because they don't aspire to it, they aren't. I don't see the point in barring characters from being better than other players. Some people are just better than others in life and that's purely due to the mentality people take with life. Sorry to break the ice. In future it'll be widely accessible I imagine, but that day will be around the day this server comes to a close, so what does it actually matter? Nothing will last forever. Too long has this been coming. Too long has the staff blindly denied technology from progressing even though we constantly cite the real world in relation to our tech. It's time to break the bonds and get beheaded for it. The Lore Staff has in the past played the role of the Church to Lotc's Galileo. Today that Galileo is Phil. To deny this is to accept you're no better than the Church of his day: A stagnant and dogmatically ignorant force of power.
  15. Steel Company; 2-11

    Steel Company; 2-11 Heroes Of The Interstice Pt. 2 They prepare for the battle to come… Sighard An'Halstaig walks along with his herd. He explains to the others, "They can charge if they hear my shouts." He takes a step up and bellows out, "PERCIVAL STAUNTON!" To prove his point. Leaving an awkward silence until the sheep came ramming through the woods. Loyal beasts. A morale boost. Vicelin cuts the excitement of the fact, "We shouldn't encounter anything during the day." Kaldrius chimes in on Vicelin’s remark looking too and from, "Hopefully.." Vicelin then adds an order, “Now is the time we should split up and get into our starting positions.". And so, the herd suddenly stops by the entrance, the name still successfully instilling order and fear in them. Oakshade. Suddenly an Auctioneer comes rushing through. He hastily hooting and hollering as he flees the overgrowth. Unfortunately with nothing to sell. Damn looter. The gang stands still. Most instinctive twisted into combat stances at the sudden action. Pereus eases the tension, "Erm, an' watch out fer traps." Kaldrius untwists from his battle-stance, "Damn right." At that moment, Feremyr af Highcliffe appears with a smile. Petting one of the fluffy sheep with a smirk before turning away. Marching on. Vicelin draws his sword with a metallic hiss. Resting the ridge of the blade against his shoulder. Renuald aep Dyffryn takes similar precautions to Vic, saying, "Aye. Ser Lion, take charge of your team, send them where you think your lot will be best. My team. Drain some potions once the sun starts to set and focus yourselves." The Marked stir into action. Sighard promptly raises his head as he'd unsheathe his blade. Tightly holding it by his side. At the front of Team One, Bartholomew drones out, "Might be some insectoids left." Reaching over his shoulder to brandish his longsword from the baldric. Beside him, Feremyr grasps the hilt of his sword. The blade making an odd 'shling' as it exited the sheath. One of the many side effects of the Oakshade curse. Meanwhile Pereus' sword 'shling's' in its hilt, making strange noises. Lyeth looks at Lion, wanting to get this show on the road, "Lead on, Boss." The knight uses both hands to articulate a aurum halberd through the overgrowth. Careful not to snag it on the environment. The land he dwells is unnatural. Quiet. Almost torturously quiet. Kaldrius has similar feelings to Lyeth, "On you, Renuald." The metal man nods. Lyeth adjusts the cello briefcase on her back, leaning on the pole of her aurum halberd. The dwed follows along keeping his shield lower and his aurum waraxe rested on his shoulder. Ser Lion lets Renuald pick his direction before moving his team behind them. The ancient knight then encourages the gang, "If you're going through Hell. Just keep going." The teams split for the first time. Vanguarding, Vicelin and the Marked, Team One. The Mage Team of only Lion, Lyeth and Pereus are to confront the Djinn with a bargain after its subdued by Team One. Sighard looks about at the empty overgrowth and comments, "Wild creatures during the day have been culled. Ever since Avenel killed the Leshen." Renuald aep Dyffryn draws his longsword, placing it on his shoulder, following his team forwards to the gate. "We'll head down the street, Ser Lion. You've flares?" Lion shakes his head, his attention shifting elsewhere, "Can't say I have flares. Though, I’ve got a popper..." Pereus declares, "We won't need 'em. Ah got good lungs Ah can shout." Renuald gives a half-assed nod. Reaching into his dump pouch, "Here." He pulls a set of pop-up flares anyways, "For trouble." By the time he looks up to offer them. Lion has already turned off to survey what grabbed his attention. Renuald grumbles and looks instead to the other elf, “Lyeth, hold onto these. You lot get in trouble, send them up.” He pauses, “Kaldrius, Bart! Let's go!" Lyeth accepts them. Stuffing them in her shirt, "Okay boss." In the background a joyful raevir starts to hum the wonderful tune of 'remove courat' (remove kebab) out loud. Following Vicelin. Lyeth then exclaims with some motherly advice, "Bye guys! Remember not to get mad and try to kill me! Keep your calm!" Feremyr states, "By Godan, do I hate this town of barrows." Vicelin lowers his tone, glancing up at the webbing strung out across the building to his right, "No sign of movement." Looking to his team, "We should set up at the smith." Sighard sasses him, "Y'mean the lodge... right?" Lots of advice on where to set up crops up now. Feremyr asks and points, "What about the safehouse?" Vicelin quells them all, "Safehouse too. We can secure both routes." Renuald attempts to follow the original order, "I'll take my three to the Smith." They're sarting to march off. Sighard An'Halstaig looks after, "Renuald..." Vicelin reigns them in, "Two groups, Renuald." He mutters, “Not three.” Bartholomew confirms his position, "The cottage, then?” Sighard stirs the pot, "This 'battle buddy' **** is stupid. We're two groups. We're all our battle buddies." Feremyr echoes him, "Mhm." Renuald grows impatient with the blathering, "**** it. Forwards." Vicelin wades through the bushes. The forest utterly silent barring the calls of a lyre birds high up in the canopy and buzzing flies. Bartholomew grunts, advancing through the foliage after them. The construct Kaldrius dryly joked, "Looks like someone forgot to mow the lawn..." Sighard lets out an equally dry laugh at that, "Hah." Renuald asks, "...What's this thing you call mowing?" He pushes through brush, slipping through under it where he can. Lyeth raises a point before the last Marked vanishes into the foliage, "We need somewhere where you lot can keep an eye on us and we can keep an eye on you.". Pereus says, "Ah got an idea." "What's that?" Asks Ser Lion. Pereus, "We wait en ta' cottage 'till night. "Ta' crossbow one." Lion reaches to his utility satchel, "Aye. I brought playing cards." Lyeth punts some shrubbery with the end of her polearm. Shoving it out of the way. Ser Lion enters the cottage and operates the siege crossbow that's mounted on a swivel. Aiming the unloaded weapon in random directions to figure its restrictions. Sighard is heard in the distance, "I can dig traps around the lodge, Vic." Vicelin doesn’t seem to answer him. Heard asking, "How long until sunset?" Kaldrius automatically chirps, "We've got time." Lion can't seem to actually see them until they occasionally come bursting through the leafy growth thenforth. Pereus steps into the room Lion’s in. Pushing the leather flap out of the way. The matter of time is once again raised. Feremyr is finally heard elaborating, "Six hours." "Mhm..." the Mage Team can see the Shepherd. Sighard raises his head through the skies, gazing through the foliage. Feremyr’s voice gets more specific, "Five rather." Bartholomew confirms, "Give or take." Vic ends the debate, "Good." Lyeth explores alone, "Hrrm." She grumbles, carefully moving through the overgrown ruins. Pereus says, "Someun' shoul' take a post on ta' roof, see ef baddies be commin'." Lion nods, climbing up the roof with elven tact, making chat, "You ever gone to war before, Pereus?" The dwarf says, "Aye lad." The sun would slowly set, the darkness falling upon the group. Slivers of sunlight extinguished by the falling sunset. The Marked setup traps and Siegmeyer joins the Mage Team. The winds pick up violently at dusk. Surging before a loud audible snap is heard from the makeshift forests near the house Pereus and Sigmeyer take shelter in. A small funnel of vicious wind forming. Lyeth and Lion are able to see this strange anomaly of weather. The tornado brushing against the edges of the house the dwarf is in. Planks ripping off and lodging themselves into the trunks that have been splintered from the path of the tornado. Loud resounding cracks break through the silence of night. The rotting wood breaking clean off the roof and tearing everything beneath it. Pereus and Siegmeyer narrowly missing the brute force of the winds as they escape towards Lyeth and Lion. The winds howl violently as the night falls. The tornado smacking against the center of the building and tearing it asunder. It seems being around this area is dangerous. Debris flies violently from the sides of the tornado. The tree trunks bending outwards and swaying from the sheer force of the anomaly. Leaves and branches caught in main bulk of the tornado. It seemingly edging towards the building the four in the Mage Team are now scrambling into. Then, out of nowhere; black shapes would quickly swarm the skies. Screeching rapturously. The bark of the trees tearing away. Growing many anguished faces upon the trunks. Ser Lion crosses his heart, whispering to God, "Protect us from the demons." (Stay tuned for more...)