Goon

[ ! ] Posted upon the lecterns of a few churches, a short missive was penned- unsigned. while the shepherds laze, the goat shepherds the cattle. God, save your cattle.

why wouldn't it work with paladinism? alchemy isn't dark and paladins hate the void too

God, save your cattle.

A hellish abomination’s lungs idly rasps from a dual set of parted maws, overlooking the Silver City through abyssal black beads. Perhaps it searched for something, or someone— but it did not stir much, four arms tucked beneath its loose-fitted garbs. "A̴l̷l̵ ̵t̶h̸a̵t̷ ̷c̸a̶n̷n̶o̷t̸ ̸b̷e̴ ̷s̵h̴o̶w̶n̷ ̶s̵t̷r̸e̸n̸g̷t̴h̷ ̴w̵i̷l̶l̴ ̷b̷e̵ ̴m̷a̵d̶e̵ ̷t̷o̸ ̴t̸h̴e̸ ̸a̶s̸h̷ ̵t̴h̸a̸t̵ ̸c̷o̶a̶t̴ ̷t̸h̵e̸ ̷w̶o̶u̵n̷d̶s̴ ̶o̴f̴ ̴t̵h̵e̵ ̴w̵a̷r̴r̷i̴o̶r̶s̶.̷”

not worth it, it'll take you 7 hours to finish and you won't start the combat until 2am

skin: ready to duel updated bid: $31 discord: goon#8136 @sashimichopped

updated bid: $25 @sashimichopped

skin - ready to duel bid - $20 disc- goon#8136 need the shay slay

do you think its okay to powergame if someone's powergaming against you?

what's a question you hope someone asks? and what do you think the server could benefit from?

*ignores the forums so he doesn’t get scared

f*** it.. Updated Bids Sirris - $45 @D A N N Y just let me have it bro

Discord: you know the vibe Skin Name(s): Sirris - $15 Ashen - $15

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The sound of COSIMO FALCONE’s balled fist violently slamming against a fragile wooden door echoed loudly throughout, surely disturbing the canal’s typical quiet. “LUDOVICA.” He barked, taking his fist once more to lay against the door. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The pounding persisted, as if each slam was meant to be the one that would snap the fragile wood and rusted metal hinges- and it did not ease the tension hearing that there was a scurrying from within the home. “Open this DAMNED door, LUDOVICA! I know you are in there.” THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! “A-andare via!” A frail coo came from behind the door, pleading for the man to leave- the voice of GIUSEPPINA FALCONE. A huff from the elderly man- but at least the door could rest well knowing it would remain intact for another day. “Open the door, Giuseppina- I need to speak with your caretaker. She has lost her f*cking mind, and it needs to be righted.” “She's not here - she's gone.” The girl called back in her mother tongue, muffled from behind the door's safety. Another huff from COSIMO, conceding to speak softer. The man rested his head against the door, gently uttering, “Open the door, Giuseppina. There needs to be a conversation.” Quiet before GIUSEPPINA stammered from behind the locked door, “You.. you promise you will not treat me like zia?” “I’ve never once lay a hand against my own children; la famiglia non combatte la famiglia.” And then sounded the contesting creak of rusted hinges opening... [!] A letter left in the residence, penned for LUDOVICA FALCONE.

"L'ultima goccia." An aged Illatian spat with a sharp sniff to follow. Gloved hand gripped tight against the treated wood cane he wielded- and his sneer was unshakable.

[!] Across Almaris, a missive was spread and posted for all to read. TO THE FALL OF DRAGONKIN IV: AN UNPARDONABLE SLIGHT To Keledan the Dragonkin, Qahnaarin the Dragonkin, whomever: I could not help to notice that you admit your wrongdoings for all to see, once more. This is to be expected. The dragonkin are not revered for their diplomatic efforts. Their reputation is too far tarnished to save face any longer. If it was peace you truly sought, then you should have attempted to recall your forsaken humanity- to take prisoner of those you wish ‘peace’ with? It only showcases your ubiquitous ill-intent. If it was peace you truly sought, then you should have not drafted a missive to declare your crimes against the realm with pride, taunting the friends and family of those within your sickly clutches. If it was peace you truly sought, then you should have left our realm when warning was served- each time it was served. Through the many examples of your slain and bested kin, you still persist. Least your tenacity to serve as the realm’s bane is honorable, when all other facets of your movements are not. But enough with the ad hominem, penner. In your penning, I could not help to notice that you uttered my name- once more. If you know where to find me in Urguan, then come for me. I will leave the Keep’s gates open for you. It seems I have upset your False Lord and his flock- so bring forth my sentencing. But leave my kin from this. Leave those not entangled in our squabble at peace, lest you further prove yourselves as nothing but a menace to this land. You’ve a small victory, but that does not mean we lay down our weapons at your beck. We draw them, now- for you have slighted us, immeasurably. The Champions of Xan will not cease to exist just because you have captured one of ours. Xan’s divinity does not die with Tarathiel- and it will not die with me, or any other champion of our order. The Lord of Light has willed that the sun shall not set. And your kin, certainly, will not be the reason it does. When you come to reclaim whatever it is you believe I have taken from you, ensure the only weapon you bring is a dagger to cut free the binds you have placed upon any other champion’s wrists- if ‘peace’ is what you really seek, dragonkin. Signed, The Grand Justiciar of the Brothers of Virtue Alicjo Verrana

"The Dragonkin cannot keep my name from their missives." A one-eyed Southeron grumbled, one of his marred hands scrapping through his grayed beard. "I do not even know to pronounce theirs." ALICJO OF URGUAN concluded, haphazardly tossing the missive to fall upon his lightly-cluttered desk once more. One of the man's thumbs pensively rubbed against each and every one of the digits conjoined by a palm- nostrils flaring periodically as his tongue jabbed against cheek. "So be it." He spoke aloud with finality, breaking that catatonic stupor as he sat himself up- stationary retrieved from within his desk. An irritated gathering of his inkwell, the man perhaps began to draft a missive of his own.

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[!] Across Almaris, a missive was spread and posted for all to read. TO THE FALL OF DRAGONKIN III: A WARNING TO AZDROMOTH To the False Lord, Azdromoth the Archdraakar: I know that beasts are often incapable of literacy, so you would do well to have one of your footmen read this to you; Your scheme to lay ruin to our realm will fall short. All that will meet ruin is draconic flesh as spears of light tear asunder the darks of your hide, and once you have fallen, your scales will be forged to affordable armor and armaments for the poor. Vagabonds will make homes of your bones, and tarps of your wings to stave the rain— then at least you will serve a greater purpose than your senseless conquest of destruction. You have given yourself to a False King. Iblees’ touch offers no boon without bane; the false blessings The Deceiver has given you come with a cost, and for your sake, you had better hope they have not deteriorated your form or your spirit. The slightest kink in your defenses will be exploited. The foremost sign of your weakness will be your downfall. You will need your full strength to withstand the assault of every last one of the descendants that awaits to see your end. And we have rallied a great many who await. What you fail to realize, reptile: this is the realm of men. You and your horde have no place among the descendants, and your proclamation of destruction is only a testament to that. You are not the protector your followers claim you to be and you have never cared for our kind beyond those you could cull into your band of beasts. Even your own detest what you are— what you have become and what you have failed to uphold. A beast of your nature would use such a great power to torment the meek.. To lay waste on the presumed defenseless is not mighty; it is nothing more than cowardice. What purpose do you serve this realm? What good has your persistent existence ever brought? So I issue these words to you, Slayer of the Meek; As Bulwark of this realm, we demand you take yourself and your misguided kindred to run amok elsewhere. I have seen other realms, and know with certainty that many barren wastes await your arrival. This one is not yours to claim. If you choose not to heed this admonition and choose to remain in our realm, your wings will be clipped and your days will be numbered. Let my words serve as a final warning. To the denizens of Almaris: Azdromoth awakens to lay ruin to our realm once more. There is no surprise, it is exactly as predicted. But now is your chance; if you claim your disdain for these beasts, it is time to defend your homes from his scourge. To all those we have personally spoken, now is the time we wish to call your rally. This is the moment we call for you to reinforce our shared interests. Though an official warning has been served to him and his followers to stand down, I know malignant beasts are incapable of rational thinking, so with certainty, we will see him in Elvenesse. I pray we will see you as well. Signed, The Grand Justiciar of the Brothers of Virtue Alicjo Verrana

"They don the pelt of a wolf, but it does not make them any less a sheep." Grumbled an Illatian man, creasing the missive with a disgruntled vice grip. "These 'Imperial-' elves are taking occupations and homes from hardworking Orenians!" The man slammed the response against the desk he sat at, a tantrum brooding- evident in his heavied breathing. Muttering then in a hush, the man shook his head slow, "They would do better to return to the trees they belong in.."

An Illatian man concurred, nodding his head, "This elf has been brave enough to say what everyone has thought. Perhaps he is one of the good ones." Content, the man smiled the man's smile- awaiting the results of the impending elven inquisition.

hi basil! first off, congrats on 3 years. wouldn't catch me on the server for that long tho fr. Secondly, let me preface this by saying you gave me the first good rp I've ever had- if not for you noob-caring for me, surely I would've quit the same day I joined. So thanks- or curse you, I guess. let us ask the questions: 1) what do you think you'd be doing if you never found LOTC? (question stolen from unwillingly) 2) what's something in RP you wish you got to do? and is it too late? 3) what do you think was Pruinae's 'breaking point' or 'turning point' in how you played her as a character? 4) what's your favorite art commission you've done so far? or art piece in general? 5) what's something you hope for the future? be it vague or really specific, or be it about your own future or the future of the universe. 6) I really like your art! how can I get in contact with you and view your commissions sheet if I wanted to purchase something?

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let's take a moment to break down the complexity of this one "why?" well, there's a number of reasons. I don't think anything is really 'by chance.' I think everything is a series of interconnected events that domino effected into what is the now. and sometimes those effects vary in their effect but every little thing that's ever happened is why it is how it is now. so we could disassemble and ask 'why?' or it could simply just be. why do you ask? I don't smoke weed anymore, sorry. but I think that it'd be a bit self-important of me to think that we're such a special case in the infinitum of space. no disrespect to your thought process, but I think that its ego makes us believe we deserve more special explanations for the phenomena of self. very 'sun revolves around us,' if you catch my drift I think extraterrestrials haven't reached out because they haven't found us or they don't have the means to find us, same as we don't or- they simply just have nothing to say for you, my liege? anything. can you come suck my ass