Lark

Happy birthday! What would you change about Shamanism if you had total control?

Skeleton Key huh?

It is an RP thing its moreso here for documentation rather than reinforcement

As a biased staff team member, I accept this lore on behalf of the Lore Team >_> <_< But ye is good stuff ?

Across Atlas, the roar of the Aspects can be heard at this declaration of disrespect: A lone druidic spirit rises from a tree: "Wood you look at that, a bunch of fungis these elves are."

Derrick Bell lets out a quiet sigh, "I'll jump into the Soulstream myself if everyone I know keeps dying."

Hell I just the download just to explore it

Hide your kids, hide your wife, everyone's bypassin' it out here.

There is a lot I would change regarding regulation of some things and have had much clearer and more concise rules from the start. I would certainly be around a bit more and have a bit more handle on the server and try to be very involved with the community. While Tythus has a life and his own ****, personally I feel it makes the server homier when you do **** like that. Plugins are fine tbh, maybe a few more QoL things i cant think of off the top my head, def pay coders so I could yell at them legitimately if we didn't have plugins done on time, which is a major issue of execution on this server. Mechanics would be probably a bit more detailed, otherwise LotC doesn't have as many problems as people like to yell about. While I'm also one of those people, if you set aside a lot of the community strife and just try to have fun, you'll find it and it will be a good experience. No community is perfect and LotC never will be, that said I would certainly try to push for a paradigm shift towards that attitude so people wouldn't be so goddamn nitpicky and just try to enjoy themselves.

Twas a pleasure serving with you

Yes I enjoy this lore

Long time no see Natalie!!!! Aside from Kralta being...leauges below underwater you could play a Graven...and find Lark ?

A menacing breeze rolled through Sutica on the eve I found them. Never had I felt so unwelcome in the gleaming white city. Iron was in the air, a fresh kill. Like a buck shot in the forests it called out to me; a familiar scent amongst the musky odors of the gardens and stone. My legs were already moving before Kyoores or myself could even process it. My instincts were ablaze as I found myself rushing towards their home. It was supposed to be a simple visit. See how they were doing settling in with the twins as they grew from tiny babes I held in my arms to meeting their heads below my waist. But fate is cruel. Fate is twisted. Fate will lead you down one path only to yank the carpet out from under you to send you spinning and reveal unto you that which only lay in your worst nightmares. Bits of bone and animal fur lined the scene as the children’s limbs lay on the floor, butchered, what remained was sprawled on the floor like a butcher’s shelf and I could feel my knees give as I looked around. Their home was in shambles. Everything they had built, everything they had shared, ruined. But where were they...the home reeked of sweat and blood as I searched. A menacing blade piercing through a heart, her body lay strewn over Harevan’s mulched remains as they smoldered silently. I don’t remember what happened after I dropped to my knees. What I do is waking to tears staining my eyes and the wood beneath me. Such is fate, to be cruel and unkind. Such is fate, to steer me towards my duty with such fury. Those responsible will pay, for this, my soul is cinder. ((The follow list of names would have letters finding them through the glorious use of aviaries and birds )) “Dear [Your Name Here], It is with a heavy heart that I pen this letter, never would I think in my lifetime would I outlive a dear friend whom I considered a sister, nor her children and husband. Upon going through Quillian’s belongings in search of some sort of clue, I found those who were closest to her. Those who mattered to her, and now, you matter to me. We have lost a friend, a mother, an aunt, a warrior, a comrade, a rival, a sister, and a protector of the realm. Those who were dearest to Quillian I beg your forgiveness for being the one to deliver this news. It is not a sight I wish to describe, if you wish for such you may seek me out. Whoever did this will find justice, as is my duty as a monster hunter. Regards, Derrick Ashton Bell"

((yay))

You mean Highlanders

This is also my personal opinion

Derrick Bell grunts as his knife misses the creature, it drops the paper as it's pathetic visage sulks away. "Disgusting..." He'd take the paper up in his hand, scanning the contents of the note as he'd grumble. "Never a dull moment in Atlas, is there."