V0idsoldier

A thousand wrinkles riddled the man's face, his gaze a near squint under the weight of tissue. His breath so smooth it was only but a whisper against the candles steady burn, and his hand met the paper with a quiver. Yet words still flowed, as well and as smooth as even the youngest of writers. He lifts his eye from the books, and peer yonder towards the now open door reaching ever so slowly for his snow white beard, laced with brown specks. Is it a trace of his past, or perhaps simply dirt? A contemplation crosses the mans weary mind before he speaks. "May I help you?" His voice alone grants the passerby a hint into the wisdom contained within the mans aged mind, a voice as smooth as silk and as calm as the eye of a storm. Four simple words combined in such a melody that they sounded benign. T'was a man unknown to most, yet respected by those whom found him, a man whom contained a library of knowledge in his head. A traveling writer across the lands filled with insanity. ((Unable to play right now, but still wanting my fix. A small roleplay scenario that extends to ooc. To anyone wanting to roleplay out their characters writings, or to anyone needing writing done for basically anything, I am available.))

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It's mostly about consistency. If someone breaks the law and isn't found out until years later, that person will still go to jail. Just like if someone hacks on this server and isn't found out till later. Just because time has passed doesn't make it any less relevant, and it makes sense that we need to come to terms with what the policy is regarding PK of Harbs. I think final decision should be Kai's.

Karasu comes across the picture in his journey, and whilst contemplating he overhears a man cry out in oblivious ignorance. He glances across and speaks up "You are aware of what a painting is, correct? Paintings do not move. If you were even the least bit intelligent you would realize that the knight has plenty of time to correct his stance before the Goblin swings the axe." He grunts and shakes his head "On top of that should the goblin commit itself to such a grievous swing, he would be deathly out of position and be entirely open for the knight to position a counter attack." He shrugs, going off to find more information on the order.

((I'm not aware of your group or what you did. I'm speaking for the server in general. I wont let it go down a path like that. I'm old enough to know that groups like this have existed since Aegis and it shouldn't be limited. Breaking rules is one thing, but this server is not a pure 'medieval' server. It is and always has been a fantasy server.))

((I'm not sure if this is actually a staff decision (which would be highly ill advised and very poorly thought out) or just your own personal opinion, but either way I believe that your post is wrong. This server is not and has never been a medieval role play server. It is a fantasy server. People have been wearing suits and ties since Aegis. People speak with modern english, because they are comfortable with it, and have been doing so since Aegis. If someone wishes to create a Victorian esque 'gang' and call it a gang, they can. You or any of the staff would be very ignorant to suddenly crack down on this. Just because Oren has become a huge power house and enforces pure medieval roleplay on their members, that is not what this server is. A group should not be threatened because they do not adhere to Orenian standard. While I appreciate Oren for what they are, they are not everyone, and their standard is not a rule. I myself have ran a Victorian gang and was quite successful with it for many months. Do not inhibit someones role play because it is not 'medieval'. As long as he is not breaking into modern (or anywhere near modern) technology then there should be no problem.))

Every single one of these new GMs are great picks. Looking forward to the future.

((MC Name: Voidsoldier)) A young boy standing at a respectable height for his age approaches. He doesn't seem lost, rather he looks as if he has found what he was looking for. His hair is pale along with his skin and he isn't wearing much more than rags. He approaches the nearest man, striking up a conversation about being recruited. "What's your name, son?" the tall man questioned as the boy glanced upwards "Karasu." His voice was coarse and yet to be fully developed, though it had a certain ring of determination to it. "Karasu... Edg..." He stops himself from saying it, shrugging lightly as he continues "How old?" "Twleve." He met each question with a relaxed, but firm, tone, not wasting time in answering The man, using his wondrous eye sight and quick wits determined the boy was a Human from the shape of his ears and various other obvious traits, not bothering to ask "Where do you come from kid?" He asked simply, a light yawn escaping his lips. For the first time the boy seemed less than enthused to answer. Regardless, he spoke up "Nowhere worth hearing. I was born to a family of farmers in Thales. During the famine I hunted for them. Got lost one trip, ended up on a different boat over here, haven't seen them since." He pauses, hardly interested in telling his empty story. He veers off subject as he continues ​"I only hope to receive a chance at becoming a Unbled Fledgling. I will prove myself from there."

Wow... That was actually incredible. Tons of old memories brought to surface. Well done