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  1. The plugin prevents the spread of rp. If you want to make a town and protect it, you're going to need active people there. If a place isnt protected, people will come to raid, steal, cause a fuss, rip it apart. Be annoying.

     

    Cities provide saftey from this.

     

    Don't wanna get picked on every day? Raided every day? Brutally slaughtered and stolen from every day?

     

    You go to the city. You stay there. You stick to the hubs where everyone else is for protection.

     

    Inactive towns will die, the plugin will revert the area to a more natural look if what i was told is true, and allow it to just vanish. Simple as pie.

  2. Are doors only available to woodworkers now or something? Because I cant find them, or fences or gates, or anything basic meant to build...

     

    You need to be promising rank to make a lot of basic things - you can unselect a second profession and all your non-trained skills should raise to promising level. Picking a second skill makes you highly specialized, but lacking in being able to do a variety of things.

  3. I always went on a way of thinking that its dependent on which orc and which human. No two are truly the same. For instance, Just about any orc could beat Kroga despite she herself being an orc, because she's not really into the fighting thing anymore. She can still cloths-hang most humans though. Miian, my tiny tiny kha'cheetrah, was fast enough to dart behind very large orcs and slash out their hamstring to bring them to their knees and rip out a chunk behind the knee in order to cause a bleed out. However some orcs like Thore, they just have to sit on someone and crush them with their obese backsides. Bog kind of just rolled around and made everyoen feel like Indiana Jones in the boulder scene.

     

    Now if a well trained human and an orc slammed their weapons together in that classic action scene where the swords are sparking and they're glaring into each others eyes in a just oh too sugoi moment. An orc could easily overpower a human just with weight alone. They are indeed taught from the first breath how to fight and are the scrappiest little twips ever to exist. Hell, Gorkil babies are thrown into a pit with a scorpion before the cord is even cut from the mother.

     

    But, yes. Orcs are bigger. Humans should be afraid of something that can pop their skull like a pimple with one hand. I agree everyone really must learn to roleplay fear and intimidation. But, orcs also need to learn to roleplay a little more. The majority of orcs are amazing roleplayers, and its saddening to see so very little done in combat anymore. Spread your metaphorical wings, guys. I know you can do more.

     

    And.. guys yes.. remember you're are massive. You can't fit in hobbit holes or most other races' doorways. The result of any attempt well.. should be a lot like this;

     

  4. what's kind of amusing is that parts of the map have been fully built but then were torn up because they were TOO complete, but huge stretches of land that is supposed to be 'custom forest' is still empty grass. Every time I've been on to work there's lots of joking and chatter (I wont lie I do sit there and chatter with people too from time to time)

     

    But really.. the fringe is old and stale. I havn't logged in or had any roleplay since the plauge incident. even given the size of the map itself, landscaping isn't supposed to take this long. The majority of the shape should have been taken care of with world painter meaning only custom items on the surface or custom caverns will need to be done. A 2 person team whom is used to voxel can whip up some fairly fantastic landscaping in a day or less if they just slam down on it and don't screw around.

     

    Honestly, this fringe thing is really killing LOTC for me. Temporary things like this always kill rp, most people don't stay very long unless they have a sense of permanence. Thinking that you're still successful with 100 people is foolish. I remember when it was common to see 200 or more on a weekday. I remember when non-donators were kicked because the server was always full, and there was a huge riot to increase the slots because everyone wanted to role-play.

     

    I dont see that passionate flame in LOTC anymore.. it honestly feels like its become empty and broken looking for that spark it lost. Then again I've been here so long I've become weary and war-torn by it, and I dont have the bright fresh eyes of wonder I used to when I looked at it. But.. its all just one little lambs opinion.

  5. I'm posting here because of the little PM you sent me asking me to play a female adunian to be your wife. Glancing this over, it honestly just makes me cringe.

     

    You shouldn't care about the character player's gender, age, appearance, what have you. You aren't romancing them, your character is romancing theirs. Its when people cant separate things it becomes extremely awkward for everyone involved. Not only that, it makes you look pathetically desperate oocly.

     

    Instead of going around searching oocly, and creeping out other people in the way you are doing it, just go around IC. Find a character that matches the preferences of your own character, not yours. You are not him, and he is not you.

     

    Besides.. you may find a male can play a very convincing female from time to time, and vice versa.

  6. I aint gonna do blah because i just got up and im way too out of it to translate all that shiz right now.

     

    Kroga lifted her head as she stood atop the arch spread over the gates. Her head shook with a harsh snort, static sparking through her frizzled mohawk. With a deep breath she slammed the end of her staff into the soft earth, calling out with a darkened tone.

     

    "This was whispered to us moons ago, that corruption and discontent would once again swirl its way over the burning sands we stand upon. Once more the blood of Krug's daughter turns against its own, and resorts to tactics of trickery and deciet to rip away that which does not rightfully belong to them! They shame the name of Krug's daughter, they shame the name of she whom was the greatest shaman ever in our history."

     

    Snarling she paused, heaving heavy breaths as she shook in anger. Snorting her eyes closed for a brief moment, fingers digging into the gnarled wood of her staff.

     

    "I have never been one to question the leaders of us, I have always looked to them with respect, knowing that they would lead us to the glory we deserve. I have always trusted them, because more often than not, I have seen them grow, I have seen them become what they are. Always I have watched you, always have my eyes lain upon you from wherever I may be. Always I have known those within the cradle of sand, I look upon all those within it with the same visage as I do my own children, for many of you share my blood."

     

    Kroga frowned, shifting her stance with a weary grimace. The large green stone gleamed at the head of her staff as she switched its place in her hands, the pointed tip thunking into the soil. She drew a long, slow breath as she stared down into the camp, a flicker of sorrow gleaming in her eyes before they once again hardened, jaw clenching.

     

    "However these new Dom.. they are not known to even one as old as me. I have never once heard, seen, nor even scented this Thusk. This nameless cub may strike hard, but I do not trust his judgement, I do not trust cubs unknown to me, I do not trust him or the so called high shaman. He who proclaims to be the best high shaman, he who's pride is a tell-tale sign of his inexperience and his crippling weakness. He who tricked one younger than he into a false battle to obtain a title that is won with experience and mentality, and not physical prowess."

     

    "These foolish cubs stand here, fiddling with themselves in the sand, unaware of what looms before them. While they squabble and fight for power, they do not look to the horizon. The spirit world has twisted into an uproar, and you do not listen to their whispers.. soon all of us within the sand will be washed over if the balance is not restored.. and if we do not do it ourselves, and now.. the dead shall rise and forcefully right it."

     

    Kroga's head shank, head shaking slowly as her brow furrowed, "And for all our strength and vitality, all our power and will.. we will never be able to stand against the ever-nearing danger.."

  7. ....This needs to happen. I need to make goat jokes!

     

    As for the idea.. I think they should be extremely rare characters seen. Like maybe 2-3 of each type. I want to see one, and flip my lid when I see it because ive never seen it before, and probably wont other then that one.

     

    On the other hand a small herd of Centaur would be badass..

     

    Plus I'd love to find use for Della

  8. I could go on at length about such a thing, but part of me finds the recent bans acceptable. The people I've seen get banned have been told to cool it, yet continue.

     

    Not to mention many of the things done and said would never have happened if simple civility and common sense were used. Its not about the staff stepping back and realizing they're dealing with teens, most of the staff are older teens or young adults themselves, and even then age has nothing to do with maturity and common courtesy.

     

    We're all taught fairly early on to play nice, say please and thank you, use our indoor voices, what bad words are, and to treat others the same as we wish to be. Most of the time as we grow, we push these boundries, constantly trying to see just how much we can get away with. The amount of times I got smacked in the mouth as a child are too numerous to count, and honestly the environment of LOTC makes people rather.. cruel. Myself often included..

     

    I suppose my point that Im fumbling in trying to state is that these people pushed and pushed despite many warnings, yet they continued.. as thus, they were pushed back. Its fine to do such acts with friends.. but not to people that are outside your personal social bubble.. it will always and badly.

     

    EDIT: And a small note.. i don't fully support paradings ban. I find him normally rather cool and collected.. But my point still stands.. don't crack jokes that might be offensive with people you don't know.

  9. Your racism is fine, but when you enforce it on other elves I see it being a somewhat big problem in the near future.

     

    Most newer players and newer roleplayers cant handle this sort of discrimination oocly, so they need a sort of safe haven to go to where their elves will be 100% impure. They will always start out as impure, because they dont know much about the culture, having created a character with a dubious backstory. Malinor while its governance was weak, provided this 'new player zone' for not just elves, but anyone kind really. Now its 'elves only zone', which is fine. But if you prosecute half-elves, and impure elves, the newer players will have no where to turn to.

     

    The staff have no intention of altering rp of course. But this is from a game design point of view. You'll find most high elves are usually seasoned players, and getting into it may be quite tough for someone who understands nothing. 

     

     

    The wood elves, generic elves and dark elves don't actually get hated on much at all, to be entirely fair and the one or two people who intentionally make impure high elves as starting characters are forgivable losses, in my honest opinion.

     

    Taking the fact the wood, generic and dark elves aren't actually oppressed (I mean, seriously, ask any of them), do you still think that is an issue? I do get your "hard to get into it" comment though. Hopefully in 4.0 the unified square will help us be more open to visitors.

     

     

    What exactly is this problem you foresee?

     

    If you're referring to intentionally splitting wood and dark elves up... That's something which from the wood and dark elves themselves has only been, allegedly, a good thing. They're still physically connected districts anyway, with no locked gate in between them.

     

    It might seem oppressive, but honestly... I'm inclined to believe its nothing compared to the iron-fist rule of the Conclave.

     

    I partially agree with Firespirit, though I really don't see too much of an issue with the turning away of impure elves. Its true, pretty much everyone's first elf is going to be an impure, really just a politically correct human with pointy ears. Its the same with most first time orcs, or any race that has 'anti-PC' nuances in their culture.

     

    Something the orcs did awhile back was create a little thing called Kamp Momoskaher, basically serving as a concentration camp to whip new or whitewash orcs into proper orcish shape. Maybe something for the elves to do would be to help purify the impure without killing them. Bring them into a small central area like spqurSancus suggested to make and teach them the true Mali way. It might be fun to see Kalenz get increasingly frustrated trying to deal with impures.

  10. Horses do change game-play. They allow you to get around a lot lot faster, this is a gameplay feature, it can't be disputed.

     

    You have some points on the other rules but there are still violations. Take it up with Mojang, not me.

    You do realize the mount you get with donations isnt available in vanilla minecraft without a plugin or mod? And the pets are also hooked into a plugin called Mypet. You can still get things without having to donate.

     

    At most, the item pack might have to go, but even then, not really. You can obtain them easily with no issue whatsoever without donation, and its merely a reward to give people an incentive to donate.

     

    This exact same thread has been made and shot down several times already. People need to learn to use the search function.

  11. Good medium ranged weapon that works very well for stabbing and slashing from horse back.

    I think he's asking how they got ahold of a weapon dominated and created by another culture.. not to mention they're not used on horseback. They're a foot solider weapon used to take out horseback soldiers. Its extremely unwieldy to try and use one while on horseback due to their thin shape and lack of an actual grip. They're basically the oriental version of a pike.

  12. What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: -  DecotheLamb
    What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?:- DecoLamb
     
    Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes
    You understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: yes
    You understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yep
     
     
    In-Character Information
     
    Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.
     
    What’s your character called?: -  Chirr
     
    What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Dark Elf
     
    What sex are they?: - Female
     
    How old are they?: - 35
     
    Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family: - 
     


    Eriya was born an average little thing. Just a small little squabbling babe. Common everything, never really stood out for anything, quite forgettable really. But that’s probably why she’s ended up how she has. Her parents were lower class merchants, traveling back and forth on the road, peddling small trinkets and things, a megar but decent life. Eriya rather liked it, sitting on the cart as the family donkey tugged it along, pausing now and again to make conversation or a sale.

    Then the fire na-

    I mean. A storm rolled in. Yes. That’s right. -ahem-. Normally, she liked them, the pilt plat of raindrops atop the wagontop, the splash of the donkey’s hooves in puddles, the squish of mud beneath the wheels. The lullaby from the sky to clean everything as it drew her into sleep. Simple, childish dreams wandering through her youthful mind, the seven year old’s mind. Calm, quiet, ordinary. The first heavy crack jarred her, shaking the cart and her, wiping away the world of dreams. She heard her mother scream, jars and boxes in the card scraping together as they tilted against her. Her father’s yell reached her ears, her hair slipping over her face as the tilting sensation increased, cold wind shocking her awake. Her eyes turned to the canvas top, or where it once was, now flipped away in the wind as the cart slid down the steep, wet hillside. All she could do was take a sharp breath as the ground rushed up to meet her, all the world going silent as blackness surrounded her.

    She woke to pain and cold, curled in the muck beneath the underbrush, her skin scratched and scraped from the thin broken branches. Sitting up, blinking at the harsh light, she did what any hurt child would do.

    Cry.

    Screaming and wailing, calling for her mother, her father, even the dumb donkey. But nothing. Just quiet. She wasn't aware yet that her parents lay dead, crushed beneath the wood only a few feet away in the scrambled brush, the pack animal long gone into the forest. Eventually her voice reached the ears of a passerby, a mother herself, along with her rather large family. But, they were not human. Nor elven, nor dwarven. Not even orcish. But lupine. The small girl recoiled in fear at the large animals as they neared, leaning over her with canine curiosity. Curled on her side and whimpering, she inadvertently spoke in their language, a motion of submission and fear.

    Animals have always been well known for helping humans that are injured in one way or another. Many say they can sense it. Maybe that is why they did not devour the easy, tender little meal before them.

    Slowly as she trembled, the large female came closer, puffing lightly into her ear as it sniffed, wet nose drawing a giggle after several moments. One by one the rest of the pack investigated the rather odd looking ‘pup’ trembling in the brush, not much bigger than their own younger members. Over time, they would return to her, again and again as she whimpered in the brush, dragging back scraps of meat for the weak creature. Feeding her, watching over her. Their young trying to draw her into play. Before one would notice, she found herself sleeping half buried in the heavy furred bodies of wolves, slowly coming to understand their metaphorical language, mimicking the pups and younger members. Eventually becoming, to them, a rather deformed and ugly pup. She learned to move low to the ground, similar to them, balanced on the flats of her hands and balls of her toes, knees brushing the grass as she moved in a long, clumbsy gait. In the years to come she would grow accustomed it, able to move with a smooth, wild elegance. Head high and muscles sleek, slipping in and out of the underbrush the same as they. Her voice raising in canine song, the same as they. Her gaze gleaming and disant, the same as they. Her mind wild and free, that of a wolf, the same as they.

    For twelve years, maybe more, maybe less, she was beside them. Time was irrelevant. There was no need to count hours, days, months, years. There was no need to tell time, no need to speak words, no need to stand upright. All there was, is, and ever would be, was the pack. Family. Loyalty. Love pure and unconditional. She would follow, lagging behind due to the limits of her body, but persevering. Moving from one den to another, watching and growing, remaining beside them as they eventually came to their most recent den, one settled down between the two cities of her own blood born kin, but she might never realize this.

    In her mind, she was wolf, same as they.

    Cut forward to now.. She's managed to become semi-civilized and is now living in Ker'lomi with other dark elves, under their care. Given a new name by them, Chirr'on, she slowly but surely is on her way to becoming a fully humanized productive member of the community

     
    What are they like (personality)?: - Annoyingly happy and bouncy, always living in the moment. She holds no real grudges, but often avoids those who have done her or those she is attached to harm.
     
    What are their ambitions?: - To pursue hugs and snacks
     
    Do they have any special skills?: - Nope
     
    What are their weaknesses?: - Thunder, anythign requiring thumbs to open
     
    Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: -  A tall, slim elven woman covered in old scars. Her hair hangs in a frizzled mess around her heart shaped face, her clothing loose and dirtied. Her hands are calloused and curled, her posture rather odd.. She stands on the balls over her toes and her hands in a quadrupedal stance, mimicking the movement of an animal. The same bestial, empty feel emanated from her amber eyes, as though all civility has been lost to her. Around her neck hangs a smile collar bearing a rounded tag, "Chirr'on, Return to Jiub"
     
    Anything else you want to say about them?: - Nope Just wanna get my accounts switched.
     
    Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -
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