Blundermore

I do not envy your task of trying to balance necromancy or whatever current forms dark necromantic magic takes. The history of this server is marred by various cycles of necromancy either being repressed into obscurity and hidden (or coveted amongst a select few) or so broken and powerful that it is impossible for all but the most powerful of creatures/beings on the server to realistically deal with even a small number of necromancers. Tell me is there anything on the server that actively counters necromancy at this time? Perhaps part of your answer lies there as well as attempting to rework things from this side of the fence? Then again you also risk just developing another arms race of magic. Each "side" jousting for the upper hand in an endless cycle of nonsense. Either way no solution will be perfect, and without careful management it will over time, either slip back into obscurity once more or slip back into being incredibly powerful, undoing everything of which you seek to achieve here. This is coming from someone whom has seen it reach the point it was so powerful it threatened the entire realm on no less than four seperate occasions in different lands. Of course careful consideration must be given as ultimately these are the building blocks of which possibly many people have built their whole character's around. Cutting and changing it comes with the added risk that you may jeopardise part of what made those players characters interesting to begin with. Not that magic alone should define a character... the quality of roleplay should always take precedent over whatever current old guff of lore text submission says you can do.

Back in my day we just put all the Undead Necromancers and accursed spawn of Iblees to the sword...

There won’t ever be a way to define roleplay into a neatly explained package as the permutations involved in every unique situation would go on into the infinite of possibility. Common sense and co-operative roleplay was always championed in the past, something the newer generation of LOTC must learn once more it seems.

All Things Must Pass https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNYc-443G6E The old Wizard would stand before a roiling hellish torrent of the Voidal Tear as bodies lay strewn before him. The smell of hellfire and magic filled the air as creatures of the Empyrean had struck his party a decisive and terrible blow. Visions of Aegis would cloud his mind as the smells and hellscape looked all too familiar to a time he had so long forgotten. Ithrendas Regis (Tahmas) and Steven (spodokaiba) already journeying into the heart of the storm in an attempt to close shut the jaws of the infernal opening that wrented a deep wound into the realm. But had not returned and Ceruberr (Captainsheepy) had been captured by a Voidal Horror, one of the neverborn monstrosities of the darkest reaches of the Voidal realms whom only referred to itself as the “Displacer”. The party was weak, the creature seemed impenetrable to the magical spells cast against it, merely absorbing them and sending them flying straight back towards them. All the while the monster would feed upon the mystical energies of Ceruberr to not only fuel itself but to hijack the Elf’s advanced knowledge of the Arcane to turn upon his aggressors. Enveloping himself in an Arcane shield he would move mysteriously from place to place in a blink of an eye, phasing in and out of existence all the while taunting us as “lessers”. The creature was toying with us, and we all knew it. But we continued to fight regardless to its protests. Until the moment when the old man allowed foolhardiness to get the better of him… The Wizard would watch as the creature stood before the cliff top carrying Ceruberr within its hand, a mystical Arcane shield about it the old man saw that there was little that could be done. But he thought he could best the creature still and prepared one last incantation, a bolt of pure Arcane energy, he knew it would be fruitless to target the monster, but if he could not target the beast he would instead target the very ground on which it stood. The cliffside! Summoning all his might he would through the bolt at the cliff, a flash of Octarine brilliance would shimmer across the chasm of which they stood followed by a sudden hissing crack of chimes as the bolt found its target, destroying the cliff face and causing the creature to lose its footing. It was at this moment that the old man realised what he had done, as he watched both the monster and Ceruberr fall into the roiling torrent below. He thought perhaps that Ceruberr had already succumbed to his ordeal but it did not matter. For as such thoughts raced through his mind he suddenly found himself upon the floor, collapsed. He had strained himself heavily and his ancient body could not tolerate such abuse without protest. He lay slumped upon the dead and lifeless void-kissed landscape next to the portal as he could only watch Ceruberr fall to what he assumed was his doom with the creature behind him. His ears were ringing but he could hear the cries of others of his party as he heard another voice disappear down below. To his dismay he could only barely peer over and ask “What is it? What’s happening?” To which the party merely replied “It’s Saeldur! (_princeton_) It’s Saeldur! He has jumped down after his brother Ceruberr!” A great pang of dread and guilt would fill within the old man’s throat as he tried to swallow. Only to find himself incapable. “No…” He thought to himself. “Oh my Aeriel and the Sages above no… What have I done?” The old man would sit by the side of the roiling portal to oblivion as silence would drift over the battlefield for the first time in a long while. The deaths of colleagues, two friends no less of the Celestial order, members of his order. Now hung above his head. “Aeriel… oh Aeriel what have I wrought?” The old man could only grumble and serve a murmur before saying “That fool… that foolish fool!” Saeldur’s fate was certain, his death assured. The old man panged with guilt gritted his teeth as he thought to himself, “What a fool I am! A servant of the realm? I just let two boys I’ve known since their youth die by my hand! What kind of servant am I? To be so reckless? Blundermore the Wise, Blundermore the Sage, Blundermore the Guardian, Blundermore the Wizard. Bah!” He would think sarcastically to himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yD9r0q3Cey4 At that moment a thought passed through his mind as he remembered from earlier, when the creatures of the Voidal tear attempted to bargain with the party prior to the horrid business of war. The old wizard’s mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything, to save them. “What can I trade? What do I have to bargain?” He would think, until suddenly it dawned upon him… Letting out a gruffled demand he would call out “Creature? Are you still present?” He would immediately feel the presence of the being, despite being invisible to the naked eye it would be all too clear that at the very least the creature could hear him. “You speak of bargains and trades before… well, I have a bargain for you!”. The old wizard would breath heavily as his chest had been damaged by the prior battle. He would continue heaving as he said “Saeldur and the others… they do not deserve this fate.” Master Sage Elvira (Farryn) would look on with a face of shock as she heard the Ancient Ascended speak before she realised what was going on. Her eyes widening she would say with admission; “….Blundermore… you're not saying…? A life for a life….? We don’t even know if he’s still alive!” The old wizard would struggle to keep himself upright as he would pause for a moment as he contemplated what he was doing before finally replying to Elvira: “I've lived far longer than I have had any right to… and seen things that no man should have ever seen. I'm old… beyond my years and outstayed my welcome. A worn and tattered old thing of several bygone eras. All things must end, but their lives? No… their's cannot end yet. Not this way and certainly not by my hand!”. Remorse would grip the old man as he would let out a choked tear to the loss of Ceruburr and Saeldr. He could feel that the interest of the entity had been peaked immensely at what he was about to propose. He could feel the very air hanging upon his every word as he spoke and he knew that this would be the only way. “Creature… if it is in your power to save them from death, I implore you to do so. And in return... I shall go with you to wherever it is you shall wish to take me.” Elvira Naromis-Iyliar would merely watch on in horror as a mentor and a dear friend would put himself onto the bargaining table. Her usual calm and serene demeanor just simply beginning to break apart. She takes a deep breath and she merely nods in agreement, knowing that the Creed of Aeriel is very clear, she knew all too well as Master Sage of the Ascended order that penance must be paid in order to satisfy this transgression on Blundermore’s honor. The old Wizard would continue: “What say you? The life and service of the last anointed Sage of Aeriel, the Second Wizard of Aegis and Master of the Celestial Order, to do with as you wish?” The silence would be deafening as if the whole world has simply stopped a-gasped at what was said, the mere utterance of those words reeling upon the now quiet of the turmoil below them of the Arcane Voidal fissure. The old wizard could however see that the creature was contemplating his request with quite some glee even if the others could not. Soon the voice would speak against towards Blundermore “That is… something.. I will trade you for.” Soon, there would be almost a ripple in the world, as the air around seems to almost go a weird black. Breathing he would now know that the bargain had been struck. The table had been set and he would have to make good on what he had promised. Summoning all the strength he had left he would attempt to stand. https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569512564627734551/587838817994539039/2019-06-11_14.56.56.png “Help me stand up” He would say as Kazrin Starbreaker (Drhope) would come to his aid, helping him to stand upright. Trying to keep his composure he would straighten himself out, despite the pain in his chest and the screaming coming from all over his body telling him that there was nothing left to give… no… not nothing, there was still something left worth giving. He would think to himself. Sollumnly Kazrin would merely be only able to utter “Yehll beh remembered... Blundermore.” Elvira would stand firm as she looks the Ancient directly in the eyes, attempting to keep what little composure she had left going: “…I will ensure that the future generations of the Ascended never forget you and what you did on this say, Sage Blundermore…. Archaengul guide you, old friend,” she seems to hold back tears as she said such. There would be a ripple, as suddenly a portal would appear. A straight drop that the wizard can simply fall into. “Jump.. And you will come with me.. You will follow around in the void.. Blundermore.. It'll be a great time for everyone involved..” A snicker would almost fill the land. Dark, chaotic energy filling over the area where Saeldur had fallen into. Turning to look to the portal for a moment the old Wizard would be gripped by fear for the first time in an age… fear of the unknown. Fear of the end, it was close now, he thought, “I can feel it, Aeriel give me strength for what is to come.” Looking towards those who remained upon that bloody field he would hazard a smile as he looks wearily towards the group. “It has been… a great journey, and the greatest pleasure to serve this realm. This world filled with such wonderful and brilliant men women and children whom I have had the greatest pleasure of meeting. I’ve seen entire realms destroyed only for them to tenaciously continue on, continue to endure when by rights we all should’ve died in Aegis. But there comes a time when all must meet their fate. If this is to be mine, then I shall go into it gladly knowing I stood amongst such fine people.” The swirling dark chaotic energy would almost rise Saelunor from the ground. The energy within the lands shocking the body. As it would basically rise from the lands.. Though it stays there. Motionless for the time “It is time, ‘Wizard’. Our bargain awaits.” the entity would say with malevolent glee... Looking towards the portal once more he would steel himself for what was to come, slowly he would hand his stave to the party before him and would carefully set his wizard hat upon the ground as he would solemnly say https://youtu.be/zCEAB2lztCM “I suppose I will not be needing these, wherever I am going… “ “Farewell, Narvak oz Blundermore.” Kazrin would say. “We shall meet again within the halls of Haven to take her side in the afterlife” Elvira would say with duty. Honor and duty… honor and duty. Virtues he has strived for for so long, and now it would lead him to whatever bitter end awaited him. Honour shall be satisfied, that is all that matters now. As the wizard would step backwards onto the precipice of the portal he would find himself awashed suddenly with a calmness he had not felt in a long while… perhaps Sage Miaviel his predecessor was with him in spirit. A comforting feeling to know that he would not take this perhaps final journey alone. Standing upon the edge of oblivion he would look towards the group as he clasped his hands together “All things pass” He would say smiling “Let this be not a sad end”. ”Farewell...” Closing his eyes he would allow himself to slip backwards off the precipise and into the jaws of Oblivion below… and with that the Wizard of Aegis disappeared into nothing to realms unknown. Taken by the Displacer. “All things must pass.” -Blundermore Patrick WindRaker, The Wizard of Aegis. ((A big shout out to Mystery and everyone else present at the voidal tear event this evening! Was great fun!))

Ah I remember Papa well when he spat me out of the ethereal Aether that was soon to be creation as a little Wizardling egg. Good times.

If the only thing that kept the High Elves going was a city then it was doomed to fail regardless. RP groups aren't defined by buildings or places but by the people who rp in that group.

Oh hey I remember building this. I wonder what they decided to do with it in the end, I did most of the main spire and the giant pattern in the sky

What is the point of consistently posting the same post several times in several different forum threads when there are already two sizeable forum threads on the subject already? What is this post meant to do? Why couldn't you have just added it to the other two, now three posts on raiding?

Why not force raids to be planned and co-ordination between both parties hammering out goals, reasons, times etc in order to make the experience more co-operative? After all this is an RP server, the entire point is that it is meant to be co-operative play. If you can't co-operate and come to a reasonable solution or agreement in order to come up with terms that would be acceptable for both sides then one, I don't think players like that should be in any sort of positions of power where they are actively making these choices after all as nation leaders you have to be willing to co-ordinate with other nation leaders or else you won't solve anything, and two perhaps players that can't co-operate shouldn't be interacting with each other in such a provocatively antagonistic manner on both sides in the first place. It all seems rather silly to me to be quite honest how both sides are acting. It is completely against the spirit of what an RP server should be about when you start deliberately segregating people into "us" vs "them". It's nonsensical, you should be working together in order to drive the RP forward not cause it to entirely break down because you're both too pig minded and selfish to see anything other than your own point of view.

Why not force raids to be planned and co-ordination between both parties hammering out goals, reasons, times etc in order to make the experience more co-operative? After all this is an RP server, the entire point is that it is meant to be co-operative play. If you can't co-operate and come to a reasonable solution or agreement in order to come up with terms that would be acceptable for both sides then one, I don't think players like that should be in any sort of positions of power where they are actively making these choices after all as nation leaders you have to be willing to co-ordinate with other nation leaders or else you won't solve anything, and two perhaps players that can't co-operate shouldn't be interacting with each other in such a provocatively antagonistic manner on both sides in the first place. It all seems rather silly to me to be quite honest how both sides are acting. It is completely against the spirit of what an RP server should be about when you start deliberately segregating people into "us" vs "them". It's nonsensical, you should be working together in order to drive the RP forward not cause it to entirely break down because you're both too pig minded and selfish to see anything other than your own point of view.

Roleplay fighting is always an option...

The epic struggle between elf and man captured in an instant of perpetuality highlighting the duality of man and the pointlessness of war in a climatic frenzy which only lasted mere seconds but felt like several grueling bloody hours of battle and punishment. https://i.gyazo.com/180ab2d58443287930e7bcc4b88b6c81.mp4 https://i.gyazo.com/e9c08ecf3c27c94ef48c7cfef29f41c5.mp4 https://i.gyazo.com/d88c8dceb60945c52bf34acb793f6a74.mp4

[OOC] Username: Blundermore Discord: Blundermore#7499 [RP] Name: The Wizard Blundermore Gender: Male Place of Residence: The Tower of Untold Whispers, Upon the White Isle of the Sanctuary bay. Race/Subrace/Culture: Human, Ascended, Haven/Alras Type of Magic: Arcanism, Transfiguration, Illusion, Lore of Winds, Ascended Magic Why do you want to use magic within the Princedom?: "After having a lengthy discussion with the gate guard and one of the princes of Fenn it had been brought to my attention that there was a new law in place that foresaw the need to limit the use of magic within the Fenn, and that the Ascended were not welcome due to matters unknown to myself. I came under no guise nor with the intent of causing harm or giving a reason to be mistrusted however and was permitted entry however on being told about the laws of the city I declined being admitted until I could properly fill out the legal requirements as I carry numerous Enchantments as well as natural affinities to magic that would find myself on the wrong side of the law if I was to step into the city. Thus I am writing this letter of application to gain license so that my nature will not obstruct the course of the laws of the Fenn by being there. Though truly it is merely my intent to continue where I left off with the Fenn when I shared a shop with another there and perhaps eventually I may if permitted be allowed to reopen such a shop once more. With Regards The Wizard Blundermore" ((https://gyazo.com/d6bdf07aac80a2a9c5ec866aff4e8ad6 https://gyazo.com/fa7babda90da395c69c71f0fc3bf4d1d))

"The soap box is so tired and old now that it's making ME look younger by the minute."

The old Wizard would snore loudly in his chair as he becomes bored of reading such large amounts of complete and utter rubbish dribbled out of the end of a rats arse. Content in knowing that a Heretic of Aeriel had been delt with and that Aeriel's will has been done. Never again shall the false Tyrant Belestram threaten her most holy domain with his vile presence. Knowing that the day will come when Belestram would meet his own fate upon the Black Deserts of the Soulsteam and that all of this would be for naught. His family was safe, and that is all that matters now. The old Wizard turning in his chair would settle in for a good night's rest within his study...

Well said.

But wait... Leylines have been a thing since Aegis and is what partially forms "pools" and "lakes" that we call Voidal nodes. Are you telling me they don't recognize that lore anymore? Leylines crisscrossing across reality forming a next of which all of creation is pretty much based on as a foundation that keeps the world intact through mystical means?

I never realized how much making children and who can make children mattered so much on this server... I mean especially these arguments about biology it seems. You do all realise you're on a fantasy server with magic right? Science doesn't hold as much credence as it's being given credit for. I have to agree with some of the comments here, some people on the server really do need to stand back and actually read what they're typing and ask themselves what the hell are they doing.

"What on Aegis is a Feral? In my time calling anyone a Feral meant they more often than not were being accused of sleeping with their sheep on long lonely nights out in the stables. Has someone made a religion out of sheep buggery now as well? Honestly the world is going mad..." *The old Wizard would say as he sits alone in his study reading over the missive not too sure what exactly this is all about as light from the stars themselves hang from the ceiling illuminating the room with a celestial glow*

I think the idea that the nations aren't doing too well and people are enjoying not being under the thumb of the nations somewhat indicates that perhaps the way the nations are being run and the amount of power that they have over the player base has been slowly strangling LOTC for a long while... if a nation is failing let it die, let new people organically rise to lead new groups of people who actually want to be in that group. Not because some OOC shadow council has been hogging the nation lime light for the past 5 years and just hasn't done anything to innovate from what they had 5 years ago really... People want to do new things, all you guys are doing is trying to stop them from creating new things, and lets be honest, all the nations started off as freebuild places of small groups of people anyways. Actively stopping that organic Dynamic rp from happening is just stifling our server and keeping these long since failed nations on life support machines. Honestly I don't see why nations are held in any higher regard than any other player's shitty little village or anything, we shouldn't be giving special privileges to a bunch of players just because they happen to have ooc privileges that say they're a nation. Yet I bet if a big enough freebuild settlement came together and tried to form their own nation you'd deny them for being freebuild even though they've fulfilled all the requirements to be one /and more/ by also being fun and successful as well, that town at Whispering Crossroads is already doing better than most nations and I fully support a shakedown of the nations currently in play as some have been run by the same people now for 5 years in some cases. Not only that but the elitism present, I'm sorry that freebuilders didn't cheat all their materials in with creative and instead had to go out and gather those resources themselves, and then build without the aid of fly or anything. I'm sorry that these successful towns are actually being run by people who worked for what they have instead of just expecting it to be given on a silver platter and the people who want to destroy freebuild just because it's freebuild really just need to get their heads out of their asses and just let people have fun.