Goon

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

they’re alive and well buddy, you’ve been asleep the question is: when is brothers of virtue revival? and the answer is soon™️ ROR also soon™️

I just write. to be honest, I'm not entirely confident in everything I write, but I think that's apart of the process. I just write stuff I'd like to read, keep it cohesive because 'the ones who make it complicated never get congratulated.' these are copout answers I know, but my head, man. I think I draw inspiration from a lot of places that I can't exactly place, especially in the moment- it's typically an amalg of subconscious inspirations or ideas and tropes that get covered by other pieces, and I just refine them to what I like most about them. I think it's okay to wear your influences on your sleeves, so long as you have a lot of sleeves on. never. you know I don't rp. raine, so much to say, honestly. I think you've got a brilliant mind when it comes to character development and story writing. and just in general, but that's what I get to see most with you. you're not afraid to roll with the punches but you're also not afraid to put your foot down if you feel slighted and I like that. which reminds me, everyone keeps asking what's one of my favorite lotc memories and I completely forgot that incredible patricide roleplay we had. that was one of the most meaningful and memorable moments, and if there was supposed to be a round of applause at the end of the roleplay scenario- that was the time for one. thanks for always being such a good sport. players could use your perspective more often you showed me this one. helped me find a unheard sample for a song I love, so I've been playing the sh*t out of this today. but what color is it, hm.. its like gif of the shade of purple that brightens and darkens as the intensity of the song changes. fall, and jackets good question, bad answer: I'd have a camera to take pictures. I know the whole thing about 'living in the moment' or whatever boomer thing someone might say but how often do you get to go to the moon? good answer: I'd have a moon rover and whip that b*tch like its mario kart. paladins are actually doing cool things rn. veritas got its spark, brothers of virtue is next. so hopefully I can end my character's life on a high note, leave what little of a legacy I might. but you know something is always cooking. like right now, I'm collabing with two of my favorite greentags to deliver a magnum opus event; its just a matter of watching it comes to fruition, very slowly, as all roleplay things are. earliest memory is when they added mechanical hunger to minecraft, and I didn't have any food so I was just walking around until I found something; started dying. some guy ran up, no action emotes, no text walls, just a simple: "sir!" "you're dying!" "you need to eat!" before I could even reply, he threw me some minecraft bread. I went on the be his bodyguard, and went into the north to start helping him build his nordic inspired mead hall and village, but I had no idea what I was doing. I just remember his monster pit that was a stone's throw away, and he brought me there to teach me how to make mina. the earliest combat instance I remember on my first character was a bandit jumping from underneath the bridge, a guy who just got his villainy app accepted. came out, trying to rob me with a bow already drawn mechanically and I had too much pride so I refused. so, CRP began. he emoted, I emoted, he told me to roll for it. I said "wtf is that?" he told me about /roll. I lost the roll by a lot. this upset me, I remember that. I was the protag, no way I could lose. I think we went to pvp after that and I lost. so when I died, I thought I had to pk.. I did.. the end of Dofiro the dwarf. stuck between a few favorite relationships: the first that comes to mind is my paladin student, [redacted to protect his identity]. he's like the son that alicjo never had. can always count on him for anything. finally strokes my ego enough to make my character feel important, and the guy who plays the student was such a good pick. couldn't have asked for someone who cares to see the magic and culture thrive so much as he does, and my character really appreciates that. the second was my character's teacher, [also redacted to protect his identity]. those two became brothers long before alicjo 'walked the path.' they fought inferi together, founded a merc group together, and had a final showdown inside of the paladin chancery after he went coo coo, like a true naruto and sasuke. (miss you bro :( ) honorable mention: cosimo and viktor. them boys grew up together, mischief in all forms. viktor knew so much about cosimo and never snitched. then he ******* died in ando alur, leaving my character torn. so much so, he's going out of his way to bring his friend back from his peaceful eternal rest. real friends. how many of us? toughie. I have a lot of half cracked ideas. a lot of ideas I wanna see come into fruition; namely, I wanna see veritas pop how it was intended when we founded it. the brothers of virtue revival coming soon, all of that. I've got 3 ideas on standby, a fourth in the works. I've no worry I'll do some cool things in my tenure as ST, but ask me again in 2 months, I hope my answer is still the same. you're a sweet pea, benji. a 'smol bean' as the kids say. (sorry..) kind soul, nobody ever has a reason to dislike you, and if they do, I'd like to hear it so I can get a hearty giggle. you've got your head screwed on the right way, far as I can tell. just keep your eyes straight ahead, on the prize. don't let the thoughts of others bring you down, and don't let the thoughts of self do that either, because we aren't born being mean or hypercritical of ourselves. that's the voice of others embedded inside of us, once again. my bad, I'm an old man rambling about the power of positive thought. I think you're going to grow up to be a fantastic human being because the blueprint is already laid. just keep being you, unabashedly. I played a dwarf first, the only black dwarf in history. he looks an awful lot like my human paladin now, if I'm honest with you. then I played an orc who got killed by a dwarf for having greenskin. I did have another MC name, though. just look me up if you're curious, embarrassed to share.. I doubt you'd recognize it though, I didn't do anything except guard RP and die. hello handsome! I think you're a funny guy with big ideas and good takes. when you aren't goofing and gaffing, you can be really profound and insightful and I always appreciate the 'banter we chat' (had to make it british so you could understand.) sometimes I think you know better but choose wrong for laughs, and it is funny so at least there's that. but I know you're capable of buckling down professionally when you need to because I've seen it. from devious trickster to problem solver in a switch, and I appreciate that about you. you never take things too seriously unless they're serious. that joviality is admirable, but don't stir the pot more than it needs to. didn't mean to get so interpersonal but I love you and don't want to watch hatred consume you so give love a try! see my response to raine for a more complete answer but it's a big mix of things. I like a lot of media and what I appreciate most is the nuance and the feeling it can draw. I try to do the same in my writing, taking elements I really like from all different pieces to make something new from it. you'll see nods to things, even more contemporary things for how I like to develop my characters; nods to ideals they might adopt from tv show anti-heroes. post-humous makes this hit so much different. flylo x mf doom? yeah bro, everything on the discog is a hit but this wins. you've become a sister to me, metaphorically intended. one of two on the server (and you know what I mean by this.) no matter what, I know I got you to reach out to so I hope you feel the same. and I'm sure you do. you're no stranger to using that @ button on discord. when I game, I look like papa john after eating 40 pizzas in a month. and I'm single ( hey ladies of the craft 😏 ) favorite persona of mine? or all time? of mine: alicjo. maybe. cosimo is better sometimes, but right now, alicjo. he's had a cool life, slayed some demons, slayed some hoes, got a degree in xannism. he's just like me, fr, in every way. of all time: fword. lemme think, there's some contenders. gracia is top 3, for sure. I love the woman she's becoming, and I'm gonna have my lhindir moments where I smile and take credit for everything she does, so that's cool. but of all time.. hm.. probably sapientae. ask about her.

I love everyone! (the copout way to say "you aight..") making a city float and watching it crash and nuke a 500 block radius was pretty cool but coolest thing I ever did was burn them kids and free them slaves. my glory days. we miss you, vennie. but its better this way, keep yourself free I didn't do this, and I forgot the artist. but this is my favorite pixel art piece. (giant kahonkers) and simple answer: I love retro games. I'd like to make some one day but every dork on the internet does, I'm not holding my breath. weenies will say this scared them when they were a kid you are incredibly talented and super thoughtful to the people you love. a great writer, a great skinner and an amazing painter. I wish you'd make me art but it's illegal to exploit child labor so I'm complacent just observing your work from afar. you've got a bright future ahead of you so long as you approach it with as much love and positivity as you can give. keep your mind open to new things and new ideas, and stave off bad influence and negativity, and you'll grow to be the person I imagine you can be. probably the same person you know you can be as well, whatever that looks like to you. the youth is the future, vennie, and the future is bright. glad I met you, you're a reminder that young people do more than watch tiktok and lie. when you come out of hiding. I have ascended seeing LOTC as a curse. I am here by choice and I choose only to have fun. the moment it isn't fun, I leave

It’s easy for me, a writer, to explain to someone like you, a roleplayer. - It’s so time consuming. - players are scared of conflict. and that’s probably because players (people) are unreasonably and unnecessarily cruel and defensive of their minecraft characters. - very seldom does it feel rewarding but there are some peak moments, certainly.. to float in the bathtub Bathrugman’s metal gear solid event, when we snuck into the inferi camp and gathered intel. the same one where I accidentally burned that caravan of kids. it was just special to feel like what we were doing had serious consequence, a serious effect. It took a lot of planning and it was so dope to see the plan come to life. The closet I’ve gotten (and ever want to be) to real war alicjo was supposed to be a seafaring ruffian, now he’s an old war vet paladin. cosimo was just supposed to be a corrupt mobster who rigged horse races for financial gain, and you know where he is now. I wouldn’t change a thing about their growth, that’s been the most authentic change I could’ve asked for. the azdrazi inquisition plus the fat bounty on my boy. this is why we do it, winners always gotta have haters. think I’ve harped on it a bit but the aversion to conflict. the NEED to win. the refusal to acknowledge your character as just a person in the world, rather, the main character in everyone’s story. it’s obnoxious when someone has an explanation for why their character is so good at everything. the aversion to remain grounded in reality; I know this is a fantasy game but the laws of physics still apply. people still have feelings, and don’t immediately start looting corpses in burning camps after 5 of they just watched their friends die you’re my ggangbu, bby. I know if I have a devious scheme, I can count on you and your input for it. I know if I try to get something started, you’ll help out. And I know you think the same about me. We think similarly. Similar ooc backgrounds and want the same sort of things from our rp tales. I feel like Pierre and cosimo was telling of how we became oocly (save for the untimely fall out because of a manipulative woman), because i talk to you almost daily much like they did. we share everything, except, somehow, MAs/FAs (please give me magic, please I need it for my charcter) I love you kuuj. not sure if I’d still be here if we didn’t click film series. hm. a lot of my favorite films are one offs, like the warriors, american psycho, or sorry to bother you. oftentimes, sequels are poorly done cashgrabs and it’s obvious and insulting. I prefer television series most times, and typically, they aren’t fantasy, often just realistic fiction. things like atlanta, or sopranos. I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid for my people because you’re a cop who says (redacted) in aegis, it was just me and some guy who saved me from mechanical starvation, and we slayed mobs together. There was this old merc group that never let me join, so when I came back, I vowed to start my own. I didn’t create the brand, but with covey, I accomplished that with the brothers of virtue :) (coming back very soon, stay tuned) honorable mentions: sutica, oren, paladins, striga, dobrov spooks, and a brief tenure in early yong ping. Right now teehee :) the creative freedom. the people I’ve met and the stories we want to tell together. and my green tags, honestly. I might’ve quit a couple months ago if I didn’t have staff duties; but I love my position on staff, don’t misinterpret