Ibn Khaldun

I am incredibly glad that certain players never found my event-sites in Almaris. Those who use dynamism like some cheap fashion plastic to dress up the fact that they take their characters way too seriously & cannot seem to understand what the definition of consequence is. Don't read yourself into the previous sentence unless you are what I've described - all others move along. And if you are what I've described, please don't bump your gums and get all offended with me. PS: The momentary "aww shit"/"damn why!" reaction to losing is human, its what you do with it afterwards.

Ramadan Mubarak my fellow Muslim players @Wasteland_Shaman, @adamc2000, @ibraheemc2000& others! May Allah accept our fasts, our deeds, & our sincerest efforts to abstain from harming & wronging others. Thanks @YounesGamerfor being willing to give me practice colloquial sentences in Arabic to practice my conversational skills. Shout out @Narthokfor keeping it real in how we need to treat this video game and promoting dynamism. Shout out @Xarklyfor writing & promoting incredible narratives. Shout out @Minuvasfor maintaining great behavior as a player-group leader and being a champ of good narratives. Shout out @annabanana1014for being an incredibly solid moderator through the years. Shout out @Olox_ for being a laidback chad and letting me park the old Cingedoz culture in Aaun and for fostering a laidback community. Shout out to @HobbitForHire, I think you'd make a damn good moderator after our interview.

I fucks with Bubbles Buried in this Jungle

I'm an oldhead, don't bump to tunes but I'll fiend over some good podcasts. Folding Ideas Pat McAfee Show Nightcap Dan Carlin Hardcore History Runkle in the Bailey

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Can I espy a glimpse of my living kin, will they guide me as I dream this reverie repeated again? Is it day that my mind, sun-baked its temple, conjures fantasy or is it night whereby the constellations gift me this sight. I see a mesa gilded golden & silveren with great machines and architectures touched by magi's fingers. Another dream of the mage-masons of Ur, that illustrious ancient house of Mihyaar. Maȟpíya arrived back at the Camp-atop-Mesa, carefully leading his horse nearly parallel with the steep incline up atop the rock formation. Tipis with streaming banners and totems dressed with as much cloth to make another came into view. He came upon saqrun, desert hawks with their heads hid beneath leather masks where black gauze pulled wool over their eyes. Still they stood, but excited they became as they felt the embrace of a human hand nudging their talons to take hold. He issued letters, reading the same, but addressed to many: Mayhaps my absence offended you, but perhaps I can offer explanation. I sought to become learned in the masonry of Ur - old house of Mihyaar. My merchantry in books & paintings granted me access to great libraries such as that of the Hayulnoraans & the Hasenyaans. My pursuits led me into the halls of the Ak'vei & the Hohokmataan. Will you come & listen to me, visit your kinsman again? I have gathered good wealth that will aid us and our Qalasheen cousins who seek to migrate deeper into the desert. Will you not come & listen to me? Rest your feet for awhile and I shall apply what ingenuity I learned to the betterment of our folk. If you do decide to come & listen to me, I think you'll appreciate the first of such ingenuities which I have managed to fashion - it'll bear yourself & your horse both with ease. The letters would be sent, one after the other, to the following individuals: Zahra al-Hamra, Gutlug'Lurkhaan, Yr-Solheim Kujalleq, Franz Maulanataynuel, Eliane Muntijnaar, Moiseyu. Another letter would be disseminated, this time by his own hand to the various towns & cities across the southern expanse of Aevos. It read: Have you interest in adopting customs old and customs held true? Have you a sense of belonging where ingenuity would be appreciated and nary a soul dare lord over you? Come, seek us out - the Kwee'Hayastaani. Venture along the desert road that snakes between the Orkish Oasis & the Hyspian Kingdom. Let your sights drift to look for high mesa crowned with totem of rabbit & hawk. Come, seek us out.

Mahpiya sent a separate letter to Danilo, inviting the Muntijqahwah as well.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Can I espy a glimpse of my living kin, will they guide me as I dream this reverie repeated again? Is it day that my mind, sun-baked its temple, conjures fantasy or is it night whereby the constellations gift me this sight. I see a mesa gilded golden & silveren with great machines and architectures touched by magi's fingers. Another dream of the mage-masons of Ur, that illustrious ancient house of Mihyaar. Maȟpíya arrived back at the Camp-atop-Mesa, carefully leading his horse nearly parallel with the steep incline up atop the rock formation. Tipis with streaming banners and totems dressed with as much cloth to make another came into view. He came upon saqrun, desert hawks with their heads hid beneath leather masks where black gauze pulled wool over their eyes. Still they stood, but excited they became as they felt the embrace of a human hand nudging their talons to take hold. He issued letters, reading the same, but addressed to many: Mayhaps my absence offended you, but perhaps I can offer explanation. I sought to become learned in the masonry of Ur - old house of Mihyaar. My merchantry in books & paintings granted me access to great libraries such as that of the Hayulnoraans & the Hasenyaans. My pursuits led me into the halls of the Ak'vei & the Hohokmataan. Will you come & listen to me, visit your kinsman again? I have gathered good wealth that will aid us and our Qalasheen cousins who seek to migrate deeper into the desert. Will you not come & listen to me? Rest your feet for awhile and I shall apply what ingenuity I learned to the betterment of our folk. If you do decide to come & listen to me, I think you'll appreciate the first of such ingenuities which I have managed to fashion - it'll bear yourself & your horse both with ease. The letters would be sent, one after the other, to the following individuals: Zahra al-Hamra ( @Diogen ), Gutlug'Lurkhaan ( @Wasteland_Shaman ), Yr-Solheim Kujalleq ( @Carson ), Franz Maulanataynuel ( @Markisstreaming ), Eliane Muntijnaar ( @Gimble ), Moiseyu ( @MCVDK ) Another letter would be disseminated, this time by his own hand to the various towns & cities across the southern expanse of Aevos. It read: Have you interest in adopting customs old and customs held true? Have you a sense of belonging where ingenuity would be appreciated and nary a soul dare lord over you? Come, seek us out - the Kwee'Hayastaani. Venture along the desert road that snakes between the Orkish Oasis & the Hyspian Kingdom. Let your sights drift to look for high mesa crowned with totem of rabbit & hawk. Come, seek us out.

I unfortunately dropped the ball in terms of building on our interactions during the Great War in Almaris. I remember marauding the countryside of Ebonwood as one of my Cingedoz characters and running into you - exchanging the opportunity to learn alchemy in exchange for not going to blows. It was a really neat RP instance and one that I failed to capitalize on. Have a wonderful life mate and throw down in the chef's kitchen!

OOC ((MC Name: IbnKhaldun8)) ((Discord: IbnKhaldun8)) ((Timezone: Play during GMT)) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Mahpiya Farisbarii Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I have designs of great magnificence, of artifices conjured and constructed. The Kwee'Hayastaani is a branch of Farfolkish culture claiming the Mihyaari as a parent alongside the Qalashi. Great wonders of architecture, of constructed shelter & device-turned-boon, are heralded in the old histories of Mihyaar. I mean to claim inheritance of the old House of Ur. The Kwee' have maintained good relations with the Hohokmataan and I myself have done commissions of transcription for them in the past. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? Alchemy (apprentice), Housemagery What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Mere student When should you be contacted for an interview? When the birds fly south, letters can reach the Kwee Camp-atop-Mesa

Werewolf is HIM.

Moderation Comment I am not going to read through the first 1-7 pages of this thread as this was created when I had my tickets for Dune 2. The last 2 pages so far, have been civil (for the most part), on both sides of the debate. I caution both sides to avoid ad hominem attacks. If you have included an ad hominem attack in your replies in the last 2 pages, I recommend you remove them or I will edit them out. Cheers, have a good day!

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 A favorable arc the arrow took, launched from Wild Horse's bow. His smile snapped and rebounded seconds after his bow did, a sour look as he watched the arrow missed the head of the Rah'munan sentinel by a few feet. He retreated from view atop the great mushroom whose cap weighed the stalk down to bend at an angle from Nor'Velyth towards the castle of Rah'tuma. He peeked from cover to find the Rah'munan crying out in anguish as a similar arrow dug into his shoulder; this one shot somewhere from the dense wheat & corn fields that sprawled in front of both castle & city. The snickering of a goblin and the chatter of Orks recovered Farisbarii's morale. Mahpiya took up his bow and made a hasty leap from cap to Nor'Velythine wall and continued down towards the main entryway. As he stepped out into the street, he holstered his shortbow and took on a concerned expression. By the time he reached the raised gates into Nor'Velyth, he had tied a length of rope with a loosened slipknot tied to one end and kept it around his belt. He padded at his pockets melodramatically as he caught sight of a Rah'munan and one of the Orkish warcriers engaged in dispute. He motioned his palms pleadingly, a handspan apart and perpendicular with the ground below, at one such Dark Elf who had stopped to investigate. "Please! You know my face from our crossing paths in Kae'thul! I have been robbed, the good Ork is helping me!" Mahpiya exclaimed. The Rah'munan's jaw dropped. "If that is so, what did I steal?! I do not even know you!" the Rah'munan retorted. Both the Ork and Mahpiya looked the Rah'munan up and down as he stood bearing kopesh and shield. "I was carrying a shield!" Mahpiya claimed, the Rah'munan gawked. A mass of Orks & Goblins, mostly mounted, streamed from the highest wheat-bearing hills down to the Rah'munan fort. Mahpiya and Gundanat'Vukh launched sword and slipknot towards Imhotep. The combat waged as an aside to the greater one that seized Rah'tuma, the clangor of Orkish arms and shields beating down Rah'munans and pillaging castle street and merchant stalls could be heard as the three fought.

Let not my people breath!

This is just a counter proposal to the current CA application process. If Player X meme RPs or erotically RPs one of the Beastman entities - Story Team informs Player X & Moderation that Player X can no longer play characters of the Beastman entities. Moderation will keep an eye out on Player X and, whether they catch them directly or it is reported that Player X decided to make another Beastman - we ban them. This way you don't have to worry about the paperwork of CA applications, the serious Beastman players have an easier time facilitating players to make mains or alts of Beastman entities, and we have a process in place to penalize players who abuse (meme or erotic) the Beastman entities.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 With the break of dawn in the desert, there are no creatures to crow nor any cacophony of wildlife to wake you. This is the first truth any Kwee understands living at the Camp-atop-Mesa, upon the mesas that make up the Awlaad hil'Burooj. Mahpiya scratched at his ear while attending to rabbit stew outside his tipi. What noise stirs this hour of sunrise? He turned and saw a column of dust kicked up skyward, particles of sand and dust dancing in his view west of the mesa. Something stirs downwind at the oasis which we fish. He rested the bubbling pot off of its hitch above the fire and rapped his palms against tipi covers as he jogged to the western edge of the mesa. Before him, at the base where mesa and sand-dune blend, galloped a great formation of Qalasheen cavalry with banners pitch black and slithering like snakes against the sands. Mahpiya doubled back to the camp, alerting the few who stirred to take up their bows and to bring long lengths of ropes. Within the hour, Mahpiya and his few riders merged with the greater formation of horsemen and converged on the western face of the oasis downwind from Camp-atop-Mesa. "Ahlan wa Sahlan ya shaykhum hil'Qalasheen. Kesay chee'nsuru?" Mahpiya inquired in a smooth blend of Qalashi & Kwee' dialects. Shaykh Abdur-Rahman craned his neck at the question. "How can we help?" Mahpiya translated. "This oasis, as your kinsmen can attest from the Southern Summit, was affirmed to belong to the Qalasheen which we would soon migrate and build dwellings upon. It appears an outsider decided it fit to be home to a blasted shrine of mushrik design. We mean to topple the idol and rid our oasis of it. I call upon your support ya Kwee'Hayastaani!" Shaykh Abdur-Rahman al-Mona exclaimed, looking between the Kwee' members with the last of his words. Mahpiya took a length of rope round around his shoulder and began to tie together a slipknot. Shaykh Abdur-Rahman looked between the slipknot and Mahpiya, grinning widely and directing his horse out of the way as Mahpiya trotted over to the central idol. He mockingly cast the slipknot over the idol like a garland, then bade his horse to ride the opposite direction - the slipknot becoming a noose around the false deity. Members of the Qalasheen, the Kwee, and an Orc shaman riding under Lur banner all took to cinching additional slipknots around the idol and flanking gypsum pillars and all set their horses to ride in different directions in order to topple the entire shrine. The shrine and its idol coughed up gypsum dust & debris as the stone construction toppled over, breaking against each other and onto the ground and being dragged across the oasis' shore as its destroyers rejoiced.