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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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[!] A missive was posted affront of the door of VINO E SIGARI DI FALCONE. A COAST FIRE AT NIGHT, FRANCESCO FIDANZA (1747–1819) NOTICE FROM VINO E SIGARI DI FALCONE ISSUES IN SUPPLY To the loyal patrons of VINO E SIGARI DI FALCONE, it is with a heavy heart we announce that we will be experiencing a temporary shortage of our supplies until further notice. This past few Saint's years have been a trying time for many, including our family. With the rapidity of changes in humanity, with the war and the death— none have not been granted more than a moment of respite. Always with war comes fallacious destruction, soldiers who believe they are supporting moral cause by scorching the homes of the layman., and as a result of the brooding tensions, an arsonist has assaulted our homestead. Our family was safe and the damage was salvageable, dio ci ha benedetto, but it has left a bitter distaste to know that one’s persevering diligence can be reduced to ash overnight— in the guise of patriotism, no less. A good portion of our grapevines and tobacco have been scorched, alongside costly damage to our estate, and as a result, the products of VINO E SIGARI DI FALCONE will be in a very limited supply until further notice. We pray for the day that we may resume business as usual, but it will likely be some time to completely recoup our losses. To whomever set fire to my family’s estate: May God forgive you for impairing our livelihoods, may God forgive you for endangering my family. SINCERELY, COSIMO ANTONY FALCONE MAESTRO DI VINO E SIGARI DI FALCONE

POSTED ON BEHALF OF ANOTHER PLAYER WHO WISHES TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS. [!] Across Almaris, missives would be scattered about; they were pinned within taverns, hung on notice boards, or simply strewn across the floor. An attempt on the divinity of our Emperor has been answered His enemies are our own, such is the pact. The Pontiff, this leader of empty faith, is nothing but a man, Incomparable. His arrogance to think himself in a position to place punishment will not go forgotten. Blessings will find the faithful followers of our chosen He who will be above GOD and guide us to a new age. For all others, They will bend the knee in good time. Praise be to the Emperor of all Descendants, Philip Amadeus Novellen

“Let me ensure I understand.” An aged Southeron grumbled amidst a headache, hand rose to usher his niece’s momentary silence. “The young girl drew a blade on him, and he pulled his in return, aye?” Perhaps the query was meant rhetorically, as he continued, regardless of a response from Amara. “To frighten her, I imagine- I don’t believe him to be a child murderer, but then he was gutted by a passerby?” A lengthy inhale and a moment to ponder, finally the man conceded to raise his shoulders in a small shrug. “Well, she should not be coddled. To draw a man’s weapon, she should be allowed to feel the fear of man’s consequences.” And with some finality, the one-eyed man finally concluded, “But, we will see of this elf. Perhaps it is time we bolster the Brothers of Virtue.”

23RD OF HOREN’S CALLING, 1849 WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO US? A PLAGUE OF VULTURES AND MARAUDERS THE AUGUSTINE GARDEN OF FLAMES, CIRCA. 1849 [ ||| ] THE HOLY ORENIAN EMPIRE -- In a state of decay, as of late. This state has felt ever-present, but in trying times, it has become increasingly more evident that the end of our people may be nigh. As buildings and monuments begin to fall, we are left with only a shell of what our grand capital once was. The very bricks that made up the towering structures are being plucked, the paneling pried- and we are only left to watch the mess OREN’s own people have made of their homes. I stand in the corridor of the IMPERIAL DIET BUILDING, where I served over a decade. What remains, but soot and ash? I stand at the arches of the once-lush AUGUSTINE GARDENS- now I am blinded by the scorch of dancing flames. Now I am discomforted by the sweltering heat and too heavy is the stench of torched lumber and dehydrated leaves. I stand before the once-esteemed MEMORIAL OF THE FALLEN SOLDIERS- toppled and trampled over as if they died for nothing. I witnessed a man move the rubble aside so he may pass. He did not bat an eye at the sight of destruction. That is what the memories of our fallen mean to us now; they have become burdens. I stand before the once-righteous BASILICA- picked apart and hallowed out, by relentless looters who have forsaken their GOD in His own home. And we claim to be GOD-FEARING, yet there was no reservation in stripping the floors and Lorraines for our own cache. I stand before the scene of a fallen man, with no one to aid or mourn him. The Imperial State Army was nowhere to be found. His corpse was left to decay, the same as our GOD-GIVEN capital. The great city your ancestors built over fifty years ago, you have allowed to fall into squalor. There is no one to blame but yourselves- you have ruined the city I have known for years. And what have the people to say of the filth they wrought? Well, it is as if they are willfully ignorant to the devastation: They wish to plan for the Emperor’s 90th birthday, but where will it be held? THE AUGUSTINE, which miraculously remains in pristine condition? The Emperor makes a missive to speak of the beauty of our capital, but has he stepped foot from his bed chambers to see that the beauty has been scavenged? The Emperor wants to go to war, but he refuses to acknowledge the war within our walls. I've only one ask of the faithful Orenians and our Emperor: What has happened to us? SIGNED, A DISAPPOINTED ORENIAN MAN [ ||| ]

An Illatian man sat in a wine and cigar shop, cigar clenched between his teeth and his feet propped against a stool below the counter in the back. Within his gloved grasp, a book- a book about a young Illatian, the irony. Whatever the man had read churned a scowl upon his features, coaxing recall of something the Basrid once said over half a century ago. Sneering as the Illatian echoed aloud, "The language of thieves.." "Testa di cazzo, Basrid." Wafting a hand dismissively, the Falcone continued to peruse his book, none the wiser of the Basrid's departure. Had Cosimo heard the news, perhaps he would be less resentful- such a meaningless grudge could be excused.. but he had not. Anthony Alexios Basrid had died before the two would ever reconcile whatever childish squabble Cosimo Antony Falcone had sheltered for so long.

The one-eyed Southeron received his invitation in good health. The man took a moment to read over with a placid smile, the blossom of young love bearing fruits. Though, that smile began a dissipation upon reading the festivities- canting his head as he let aloud, "What the f*** is Joja Hunting?"

[!] Across the region of Urguan, a missive was spread and posted for all to read. IN LUCE EST VERITAS. CIRCA. 8 SA THE KING AND THE FARMERS AN IMPLORATION OF RECONSIDERATION To the Grand King of Urguan and His Council: I can say now that I’ve lived long enough to see the moment that dwarven greed trumped the dwarven loyalty your kin are revered for, but I do not relish in this “accomplishment.” I suppose The Deceiver’s plagues are not to be underestimated- but I suppose I expected more. Lifeless as it may seem to a passerby, many are still familiar with the village Veritas. It is a place that was rose when Almaris was settled by the descendants half a century ago, on land given to us by then Grand King of Urguan, Norli Starbreaker- and to him we are eternally grateful. Though, quiet as it may be, there is solace in quiet- comfort. A comfort that has acted as a beacon of respite for many in its time. You see, we did not have grand plans to make Veritas the most visited roadside village, it was merely a place for humble farmers and craftsmen to live in that same humility. To share crop and community with close kin and allies alike, and those with well-intentions were more than welcome to stop in for trade and festivities. Peacefully, we lived this way- for so long until most recent. Upon your decree, Veritas no longer belongs to its people. Once the Waystone Corporation settled a stone’s throw from our porch fronts, it brought with it an unsettling bustle, and it was quite an eyesore, but we did not complain. When their solicitors came in hopes to buy the land we’d settled for half a century, we simply told them we were not interested; because we were not, and now we are forced from our solace for your visions of conquest. We wanted no part in their greedy endeavors of expansion and you have given the very land we wished to safeguard right to them. To make a kingdom of a farmer’s town, was no where else you may have picked out and on? What of the dark elven stead, Stygian Hollow? The one that teemed with unholy fog; that is in dwarven land- had you not thought to use their emptied walls for your dreamed kingdom? Or is it that the whispers of your specially interested council members manipulated you to give them the very thing they incessantly pestered us for: our home. We urge you, Grand King, to reevaluate whatever plan you have to expand the Urguani reach and leave Veritas from it. We are capable to govern ourselves. Our people are of the oldest, most loyal vassal- we do not attract the attention you wish we did as it stands, by design. We are a village of farmers and tradesmen. So what do you believe your overseers are capable of changing, and why do you believe it is better for our people that we are made to conform? We feel betrayed, Grand King, despite how much you might apologize. Force this way of life onto the unwilling and you will breed nothing but resentment from those who dutifully heeded your word and paid your tax for decades, without question and without trouble. We feel our efforts have been sold off to the highest bidder- our resistance to corporate colonization made meaningless at the waft of your kingly hand. You may reclaim the land your kin has given us all those years ago, but we will refuse to pay tax for lands we do not own. Let our new owners, the Waystone Corporation, cover the costs of our people since it is what they wanted for so long. You may reclaim the land your kin has given us all those years ago, but you will live with the shame of knowing you have failed your oldest and most loyal. That you have made many unhappy and have let your people’s voice go unheard. We understand king’s word is law, but we, the voice of Veritas, are telling you that this will bear no fruits- this plays no benefit for any. Let our small town in your land be just that; a small town in your grand empire. End the corporate influence over our livelihoods, Grand King. You are the only one who can make this right. SIGNED, THE COUNCIL OF VERITAS

“I had a hunch that place was up to no good- blatant dark practice, guised over glittering gold..” The one-eyed Southeron chided aloud, furrow brows taut as he read over the missive. “I only pray the meek are wise enough to distinguish the false promises of fix-all trinkets.”

[!] 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.."

[ ! ] This missive would be posted throughout the entirety of Almaris, wherever applicable. VERITAS HARVEST FESTIVAL ❦ The councilors of VERITAS wish to welcome all denizens of Almaris to celebrate the autumn’s changing leaves. With a bounty of autumnal festivities and delicacies, this upcoming Sun’s Smile, join us in the roadside village for a day of games, activities, and feasts- our first Harvest’s Festival. ❦ COSTUME CONTEST Come donned in your spookiest or silliest attire to celebrate the spirit of fall. Those who register their costume will be rated and the winner will be chosen by the council. Winner will receive a hand-painted portrait done by AMARA VERRANA, announced just before the feast is meant to commence. APPLE DUCKING Take a shot at procuring a floating apple from the trough without the use of your hands. Each player gets three attempts to submerge their head in the basin to see if they may come up with a freshly plucked apple. PUMPKIN CARVING Carve into one of the local pumpkins from the harvest and submit your pumpkin to be declared the winner of the competition. Carve a face or a scene, whatever your artistic mind can muster. Carver of the best submission will receive a voucher for 10 free drinks at THE LUMPY PUMPKIN, announced just before the hare hunt. TRADE FAIRE A chance to bring outsider flavor and wares to the Golden Vale, VERITAS offers a space for merchants to peddle their goods for the duration of the festival. Booths will cost 15 minas for the day and will be placed at the heart of the town during the festivities. Send word to the VERITAS KEEP AVIARY if you are interested in setting up shop. HOG RACING VERITAS prides itself in its steeds and droves- hogs sturdy enough to ride upon. Choose your hog and saddle up to race your fellow competitors. Winner keeps their hog of choice as a companion- or can have it served up for the village to eat. ARCHERY COMPETITION Archers line up to take their shot at apples set at incrementing ranges. The marksman who can successfully pierce all (or most) of the apples will be declared the winner. Winner will receive a ranged armament of winner choice, crafted by ALICJO VERRANA. HARE HUNT Rabbit season means trouble for the local farmers and their unprotected crops. Partake in helping the tradition of catching the local, speedy, menace; the hare. THE FEAST All are invited to enjoy the spoils of our autumnal harvest- ripe with fresh vegetables and a hunt’s bounty. A full-serving and a round of drinks on the house for all who wish to partake. 14TH OF SUN’S SMILE, 46 SA VERITAS IN LUCE EST VERITAS. CIRCA. 8 SA

The poster of the missive wails in agony, unbelieving of the blatant disregard. But perhaps the man was desperate enough to overlook this slight.

IN SEARCH OF A TAVERN OWNER THE LUMPY PUMPKIN, 18 SA VERITAS seeks a keeper for its tavern, THE LUMPY PUMPKIN New owner is to uphold commendable virtues. No darkspawns or their apologizers. New owner is granted creative liberties in the operation of their establishment. New owner is to be given arms, in protection of self and their patrons. If interested, send word to the VERITAS KEEP AVIARY DARKSPAWNS NEED NOT APPLY.

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?

"Will this one fly too?" Remarked an aged man, a disconcerted brow rose high.

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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.