Tentoa

━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ A Warning of The Rougarou ━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ I am Father Trevor, ordained priest of GOD and novitiate of the Lectorate of Owyn and I publish this open letter to canondom in order to better warn my fellow faithful of dangers within the Bayou. On the 12th of Owyn's Light, 2A 57 I was accompanied to the bayou south of Norland by two Lectors by the name of Danzen and Dharas, dear friends and battle-brothers of mine whom had graciously agreed to assist me in the recovery of a stolen rosary gifted to me by my mother. We had spent several days trekking into the wilderness, we made camp in the hollow of a withered tree and readied ourselves for bed. This was our second month of searching and near this same area I had been attacked by specters roaming east from the tomblands prior so we laid down aurum weaponry at the entrance and set animal traps for food. Before we could settle in for the evening an unsettling chill and a blinding fog more potent than usual, an usual shape passed through the trees and set us on edge; I remarked to my brothers to ready themselves for combat just prior to a foul scream that pierced the air and rendered all of nature silent, if I were to describe this hellish sound as as the death howls of an asthmatic woman I wouldn't be unfaithful in my depiction. Alert and worried for our safety we armed ourselves and retreated to the clearing away from the trees, there we spotted it. This beast stood tall as a green skin and was some abominable chimeric thing wrought of man, bear, wolf, and pig; it chanted a hellish ibleesian tongue to itself in recitation of some foul mantra it was busy carving bent and broken lorraines into the bark of a tree; mocking the symbolism of GOD to say His connection was no longer present upon the earth. It turned and howled before coming at us, Brother Dharas of the lectorate was quickest to act and threw a flash bomb at the creature, blinding it. Though I was fearful I charged for it and trusted that GOD would protect me against such an evil, and as I drew in close and attempted to blind it once again it had the intelligence to cover Its eyes and slashed at me with tremendous claws; observations of the wound upon my chest revealed it cleaved through both my padded surcoat and the chain beneath as easy as warm table butter. Before It knocked me down the hill I chopped it with my axe, wounding Its arm and certainly hitting what I believe to be bone. After wounding me it fled, ignoring the lectors in what I can only believe to be purposeful targeting of the ordained. I have no doubts this creature is a demon of Iblees summoned by the chanting of Its name as it was mentioned several times prior in idle conversation as some sort of children's legend mean to keep the young away from the Bayou. But legends do not leave scars upon flesh nor thirst for the blood of ordained men. Below is a rough sketch of the creature from memory, some details may be lost to fear an excitement. I bid my fellow canonists thusly: Do not speak the name of the Rougarou. And I bid my fellow priests: Carry with you thanhium weaponry and flash bombs with which to blind the beast, I know not if these are true weaknesses of the creature but it is what we used. Make no mistake that this is an agent of iblees and foolish seeks an end to the rightful rule of GOD almighty through petty violence and blasphemy. Finally I thank the Lectorate of Owyn for their protection and aid with my personal quest, without their aid I would not be writing you today. GOD's love and protection be with you all. - Father Trevor Turnfield ━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━ [!] The sketch of the beast is attached to the missive.

ATTENTION MUSIN OF ALMARIS I Rigatoni, foremost advocate for the advancement of Musinkind hereby open my doors for my fellow musin to seek me out by letter for lessons in the alchemical arts. We musin are incapable of learning magic, but the enlightenment of the musin people will come with the revelation that we do not require the use of the arcane arts to succeed in the advancement and perseveration of our people. The Descendants make use of magic to supplement their physical weaknesses, to grasp at the idea of personal power to overcome perceived weakness when it is their lack of innovation. We Musin were not inborn with the weak crutch of magical power, we were born with twin strengths greater than both the void and physical might. We musin were gifted with the twin blades of wisdom and innovation, and with them we can create such machines, inventions, and strategies that no foe may best us. So come my faithful kin and partake of the bounty of the musin revolution. MAGIC IS FOR LESSERS, AND SCIENCE IS FOR MUSIN.

Yeah he would've been...20, provided he lied about his age back then and he's truthfully 30 now. That uh- It ain't better, chief.

HE WAS 26. He was not being groomed, at the very least he was an active participant. Cope harder.

He was directly involved and I was told by the GM team to absolve him else I wouldn't get unbanned. You can't not see that your 26 year old 'girlfriend' is leading a cabal of sixteen year old boys around and emotionally abusing them. He aided actively in doing such, there are other witnesses to this such as Botar and Cethis; this happened. I'm tired of being complacent with the lie to make people like you feel better so you don't have to come with the realization that you've been defending an abuser for a decade. I have the hope that as this new scrutiny is put up, we'll be sharper and better at preventing what happened to me and my friends from happening to anyone else.

That's not cap I did that, I did that on multiple occasions and sought to make it clear to everyone what he did and what he was about so he couldn't do what he did to me to others. It's not harassment if years ago you got groomed by two twenty-six year olds in Holm during Asulon and you have no respite for the mental abuse you sustained during dealing with them as a vulnerable teenager. You can cope all you want that you're not consciously objecting to the fact that shit happened; but it did and your baby rage can't change that.

He literally helped groom me, dude.

This issue has been known for 10 years, the player that started this fiasco has been known about by the playerbase that hosted him, snuck away in closets and ignored until it became convenient to dispose him for some minecraft power. Those of you who are grandstanding on how you've saved the community, you sat on the sidelines for years and know who you are. You knew and didn't become conscious objectors to letting him advance in your OOC orchestrated playergroups for the six years or more that this was the worst kept secret on LoTC. You're parading around on your laurels for calling this out when you only did it because it is convenient for you. LoTC is a game, but the safety of our younger players is not a game. It isn't something you can ignore for the sake of your pixel power; you are adults and you need to take a stand on this, you need to shine up your spine and do the right thing when it doesn't just benefit you. If you are an adult on this server, you need to watch out and do your part to keep our little dudes doing adventure RP and one-lining with pink names in shitty skins safe. You need to be a role model for your younger players and make this a safe environment for them.

I beg of you, accept this.

Vargs don't exist.

These are all pretty balanced and mostly tooled toward adding utility and flavor to alchemy. I like it

Rough, brother.

[!] Somewhere in the void, this is taken notice of with displeasure.

A lone High Elf in earshot of this statement furrowed his brow, then remarking: "You don't know a lot about turtles, do you?"

Grifter

I hate birds. I hate them so much please bring in an aviary system.

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