Tom_Whiteman

Watch out, NSA might get u for that.

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Bring back an Elysium-styled map only a smidge bigger.

Alrian would place a hand over his mouth, sitting in his home in Laureh'lin. Relinquishing a sigh, he'd run his fingers through his hair before whispering, "If only he came beforehand... I wouldn't of had to put the poor soul through all this..."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Freema5 sits atop his balcony... Waiting...

How much would you love me? How much could you love me? How much will you love me?

"How does a sheep protect another?" "By killing the shepherd." "You are finally where I want you," Alrian would scoff at the maimed Andrus, the weaver slumping in his own chair. His hand falls upon the hilt of his blade. "Finally..." Brandishing his accursed sword, he curls his wrist so that the blade's tip points down towards the man's abdomen. He murmurs a few last words in an ancient tongue, "I have betrayed you, Gareth, I have betrayed Xion. Van'ayla, old friend." The sword hurls downwards, heavily jabbing into Andrus' gut. Sinking into his flesh, it would stay there to later be retrieved.

"Fools," an Aheral would say, head bobbing as he watches the scene from his window. "And fools are the first to die."

This community has been there during my ups and downs, some people IRL didn't stay at my side like this server has. This server has caused me to weep more than once; it has caused me to smile more than once. I'd like to thank everyone- not one group, not one person- everyone. This community is special in the grandest way.

“The shackles broke.” “I felt myself ascend.” “I saw the light.” “It didn't last long…” “I’m ready to die,” the Lich would think, chains tethering him to the sea floor whilst his magenta eyes dimly glow to peer off into the distance… A striking pain was felt, his frame hunching as his skeleton becomes weakly limp. Kraal was truly deceased, his soul now ascending to the seven skies. However, fate came into his life once more; fate, the thing he truly despised. Fate, it was the one that murdered his parents. Fate, it was the one that gave him chance to escape Asulon. Fate, it was the one that brought him to Kalameet. Fate, it was the one who tainted his mind, his soul. Fate… It was the one who will bring him back. A wiry net would float past the deceased Lich, grasping ahold of his frame. With a tug, the chains would loosely slip from his ankles… Brought to the deck of a boat, sailors would peer down at him with fear, yet awe. After moments of staring, they’d nudge the limp skeleton. With no reaction, the sailors would hoist Kraal up, bringing him to the depths of the ship to observe him closely. Cleaning his bones, they’d find dark inscriptions etched into his frame; unreadable to the common, the group would shrug this off. The crew comes ashore, a chest of riches, barrels of fresh catch, and a skeleton in a burlap sack. Their wives are proud of their catches, however, the skeleton scares them. Paranoia falls about the small fishing-town, word spreads of the skeleton holding a curse and will feast on all the children of the town. Tension is high, the crew and their families are eager to discard the skeleton, however many dare to go near it. Saved by the bell, the town is visited by a travelling merchant- eager to sell his wares to the townsfolk. A burly fisher would wrap the skeleton in a burlap sack, cautiously bringing it to the merchant, asking to sell it to him for merely ten mina. The merchant looks over the skeleton, deeming it an artifact from the ancient ages as he peers upon the dark inscriptions etched into the Lich’s bones. Purchasing the Lich, the merchant would make way across Athera, soon travelling to Vailor. He attempts to sell the ‘artifact’, however many held no interest in the skeleton. Becoming sickened of the skeleton’s presence, and its lack of success in selling, the merchant decided to finally discard the skeleton to the side of a narrow, secluded road. He left Kraal hunched over against the tree, head craning downwards. Abandoned, alone, forgotten. Fate has won; a young, pale traveller by the name of Asher would pass by the familiar Lich. Ears perking up, the elf would hum to himself in confusion upon sight of the skeleton. Approaching the hunched over husk, he’d kneel beside it, lightly tracing his thumb over the inscribed bones. “Kraal” “No…” He’d murmur, arms going to wrap around the Lich in disbelief. He’d hoist the skeleton up, glancing over it gently as he wanders further down the secluded path. In the distance, a mountain range would be seen… Asher’s intentions were set… Arriving before the halls of Umbridge, Kraal would be lain outside in the snow, his frame laid out before an obelisk. The weaver gives a curt bow to the corpse before retreating inside the mountain… Soon, a mime, a high elf, and an ebony-armoured champion would exit the mountain. Little words would be spoken, the mountain wind carrying what sound there is away in a blizzard. Huddling near the obelisk, the three would emit a blackened smog. It would envelope the golden pillar, sapping it of what rich life force it holds. The blackened tethers would adjust course, leading downwards into the skeletal frame of kraal, fuelling him with a raw surge of life force before a conglomerate of mist begins to form into an unstable sphere. The sphere would uneasily ascend, growing smaller and smaller before it condenses into a fine, purple gem with a blackened taint swirling inside of its walls. Kraal’s eye sockets would begin to fill with an unidentified elixir, being completely black. It would begin to stir randomly, a pinkish colour being taken as the Lich’s frame jolts heavily. All would be silent but for the mountain breeze passing by the four… Soon, the Lich’s jaw would lower like that of a draw-bridge. Aimlessly staring at the sky, Kraal would remain silent. His curved, razor-sharp digits sprawl outwards, violent claws exposing themselves. A rasp voice would sound from the Lich’s maw… “Death.” Fate hath won.

A ragged bundle of arrest warrants would be nailed to the notice boards of every Orenian city or township, as well present throughout Urguan and Qalasheen lands. These warrants would be present in Orcish lands, however, seeming to be hastily nailed to the sandstone gate that guards the desert. The warrant neatly depicts a wanted criminal, detailing his name and committed crimes.

I've been RPing on this server for a long while. The thing that bothers me is, whenever I pull out my action figure and begin to RP it, a GM will TP to me and start warning me about how it's against the rules to RP an action figure. This is bull. I should be able to RP an action figure because God gave me the ability to when he made me.

((It will take years and years and years of hard work.))

I'll miss u a tiny bit more than Geo does jk Geo misses you more, but I'll still miss you... Even if we only RP'd at a wood elven ball in Anthos.

I'm pretty confident we'd only be losing the die-hard PvPers. If not, they'll just continue to threaten their leave to try and get what they want back...

Agreed, it is such a large factor to LoTC, but many aren't cut out for it. It's sad to see how villainy RP changed from unique and chilling, to annoying and distasteful. When people talk about villain RP it is often seen as someone typing ((PvP after merely galloping up to someone and stabbing them. Villainy RP used to be idoled and enjoyed by many.... In honesty, I've seen said decline purely after PvP default's implementation; will this new default perhaps help improve certain points in RP and restore LoTC's former glamour?

Albiet valid, it is horribly RP'd by a wide spectrum of people. An outstanding portion of banditry roleplay is dissatisfying with the current system.