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  3. SYMBOL: The Tortoise DOMAINS: Prosperity, Luck, Festivities. STATUS: Unknown ORIGIN History of Perpetiael Upon the darkness of existence, the boisterous entity emerged from the shards of reality. Perpetiael was that of Success and Prosperity, who held himself bound to the whims of descendant kind for his aspects were defined by their creation. Before the Thirty Years War itself, the Aengul was spoken of in myths and stories which foretold a creature of great excess and joy. His form was that of a simple, large man carrying barrels of ale, and each step would cause bountiful growth of the foliage beneath. A jolly figure, this being was known to roam around the world and grant villages grand ideas of harvest and luck for their seasons. The offerings to Perpetiael were great, for the more you offered the Jolly Entity, the more that would be bestowed to your lands and life. Gamblers and farmers alike revered this entity, for his existence showed the bounties of both their paths. For the bounties of Perpetiael themselves did bless the outskirts of the villages that would later be brought under the Empire of Urguan, where they revered and spoke his name of truth to those around him. The prosperous working folk knew that luck itself mattered as they hunted for gems and ore within the bellies of mountains and held the mine shafts that kept their safety from the dark depths of the world. For the bells of Aeriel called his servitude and he went to the heavens themselves with Jophiael, Malchadiael and Gavrael. The four were granted a task by Gazardiael and the Arch Aengul, to leave their realms and permanently descend within the form of Brightsteel Weapons that would help seal Iblees himself. For such, Perpetiael was placed within a vessel and dubbed, “The Hammer of Urguan”, granted to the brother of the same namesake. A brightsteel weapon that granted the user almost infinite luck and prosperity in their actions when the gaze of Prosperity was held on the user. The Empire of Urguan continued its growth with the weapon, the combining of his kin with the mountains flowing ever of gold and magic held their part as the war drew near its end. The citizens of Urguan were accursed in the final defiance of Iblees, where Dwarven Kind was formed. The King and holder of the weapon felt the power of Perpetiael slowly grow dormant as the years progressed. The prosperous era of Urguan was littered with fewer showings of extreme wealth and luck by its workers, as the innate energies of his Hammer itself caused the seasons to slowly grow harsher. Droughts and blizzards followed in the depths of such seasons, yet none as cold as the oncoming haunts of Ondranach in the future. Greed and Prosperity are words that can change at any moment, and Urguan succumbed to such greed. The mountains of gold and steel that drenched the Dwarven King continued to pile as the reserves of the lands grew quieter. Urguan then emerged from isolation, abandoning his Armour and the Hammer itself, now entitled to the Dwarves that would continue from the life of Urguan. For now the weapon was kept in the possession of the Urguani Lords, only emerging into prominence by the greatest dwarves who could awaken a fraction of Perpetiael’s power. His own reluctance to help was bound in the curses of Urguan’s Kin, as Greed was the excessive antithesis of the jolly, generous god. For those that were pure in heart and intent, could use this Hammer in its capacity. The influence of the god itself emanated through the early halls of Aegis, where this weapon was utilised and kept safe by the bloodline of the Ironguts. The blessed of Belka aimed to ensure that this relic was kept safe and guarded, as this was one of the few artefacts of the Betrayer’s War that was kept preserved and protected. To ensure that this weapon did not fall into the wrong hands, was truly the focus on the relic-keepers of the Kingdom. This continued until the Mathic Crisis, where the weapon was lost to the Inferi Generals during this event. The exact events of how this was lost are unknown to many, where some say it was a lone dwarf who betrayed their kind to hand it to the Inferi, to those saying that the Ironborn remnants of the Dwarven Factions used brutal methods of Blood Magic to ensure it fell into the grasp of the invaders. Nevertheless, it was claimed by an Inferis that was beneath the banner of Ixris themselves. The emergence of the Aengudaemons was seen within the ‘final’ battle of the Mathic Crisis, where those of Aeriel, Xan, Tahariae and Malchadiael were spotted within the chaos. Even that of Esthael descended upon the lands to fight, in their vessels that were susceptible to damage. Within the chaos, the presence of Aengudaemons awoke a large font of power from the slumbering Perpetiael, where the Inferi General was able to strike against Esthael and dismember her left arm in a brutal flash. The battle raged upon as blood was shed, before the final strike against Gazardiael was done by Malchadiael and Jorvin, wielding the Hammer of Urguan. Those of reality were blown back from the battle scene as the horrendous site sunk into the depthless abyss of the lands. Holes of reality created as the Hammer of Urguan tumbled into the darkness. Ever travelling, truly now lost to time. HALL OF ABUNDANCE Realm The Realm of Prosperity is one of excessive grandeur and wealth. At its centre lies a gold encrusted banquet hall, where the followers of Perpetiael feast and drink to permanent delight. The halls seem endless, where every material and item imaginable are present to those that walk through the cobbled floors. Outside the Hall lies the mountain ranges that surround it in a valley, with each of the mountains encrusted in Gold and Silver, metals that adorn it naturally and yet show the extravagance of the realm. Where flora was present, it was lush green and excessive in its proportions, showing the delights of nature and its bounties at their fullest. This realm is later inherited by the Dragaar, Uzhurn. Where it has become a realm known as, “The Weeping Spires”, where all the assets of success and prosperity lay in states of destruction and chaos. The perversion of this land has been seen by the absence of Perpetiael in his realm, his influence waning for every moment since his sudden descension at the hands of Aeriel and Gazardiael. PRESENT DAY Following Perpetiael’s followers are rare, as the presence of the Aengul has been absent for millenia. Though he is worshipped as a God of Luck to gamblers, where Llahir’s own trickery was praised on one extreme, the sheer success and luck that carried with Perpetiael’s influence was well known. With that, he represents the true balance between excess and enjoyment to fulfil one’s life, where greed has not succumbed to its followers. To benefit the revellers, the gamblers and those who simply seek success for their travels, the patron of the Hammer of Urguan remains the best representation of their wishes and desires. It is rumoured that the Mina was developed in the likeness of Perpetiael’s exploits prior to the descension, where the ‘gold’ coin was seen as the perfect representation of wealth where one could hold many in excess, but one would represent enough to purchase whatever they wished. The varying coins and values of them carried the success that Perpietael exuded with their legacy. The true fate of Perpetiael remains currently unknown, disappearing during the Disaster of Mathic after the slaying of Gazardiael. The Vessel of the Hammer of Urguan, or the Aengul themselves, have not been spotted by any entity yet. Purpose: The reason for this post is quite simple, I believe in granting life and background to significant characters/entities that have been within LotC. The Hammer of Urguan was from a god that was unwritten about or unexplored, where I believe the personality and traits of these weapons should be encompassed to the public. The jolly, Tom Bonmbadill-esque Aengul was something I believe would be characteristic of the weapon of sheer luck. This allows for small cults of worship to explore these dwarven entities, or maybe an inclusion within the Brathmordkin if they wish. As I will release the other Golden Weapons with their backgrounds, I want to give life to the background of the pantheon and have it make sense. Perpetiael is an entity with not much use left from him, post the Mathic-Crisis eventline. To give him a good post and potential eventline ties would be a great way to bring life and knowledge of this entity to others. Citations: The Headcanon of ScreamingDingo Credits: ScreamingDingo - Writer Werew0lf - Format
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  5. I'll have a chat with the interviewers and discuss this, no need to change your app since I can just make a note.
  6. Hi everyone, The Story Team comes with a notice of recruitment for members of the Lore Sect. We are looking for members who are interested in lore and enjoy reading submissions to help guide the way to implement magics and other pieces that build the greater world. We are specifically looking for people who will participate in Lore Voting and Magical Artefact Voting, to ensure that we can keep up with the demand of player submissions. You do not have to have experience with Lore and Magic on the server, but must have a drive to be ready to learn and understand the standards that are kept when reviewing pieces and ensuring that they are ready for the players to use. We are ideally looking for about 6 or so members to join the team, so we are eager to see who applies and get them through the interview process ASAP. The new map means there will be opportunities for joining in on projects and other aspects of the Story Team as we re-orient ourselves from the first few months of transition and truly settle into the map. If you have any questions, please contact kikowastaken, squak or ScreamingDingo on discord. Apply here: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/forum/1194-story/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forms/54-story-staff-application/
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  8. people praise being elite consequence accepting rpers and then immediately get away from things that have PK clauses

     

    le epic powerful mage rp

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    2. Shorsand

      Shorsand

      tfw start out pk elitist and have gone full circle realizing the best quality rp comes from unique and meaningful interactions and people who are more inclined to give those will do it regardless of the existence of a PK clause or not and forcing it upon people will just make the situation worse for everyone

    3. Carson

      Carson

      I mean aren't they accepting consequences by choosing not to engage with an event:? it would be different if someone pulled up to a PK clause event, died, and then didn't want to PK

    4. Neviah

      Neviah

      i love pk clauses

  9. the biggest racket on lotc is the skinning community. how u going to let someone charge you a mid-range game for a pixel skin.

     

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    2. monkeypoacher

      monkeypoacher

      how else am i gonna flash my cash

    3. Smmer
    4. Crevel

      Crevel

      $5 AUD Steam gift card, take it or leave it.

  10. A wandering pilgrim looks towards the missive and then remembers the sheer terror of the entity that plagued the last lands. Would Nor'Asath be able to hold their demeanour of this missive, or would they succumb to the chaos when they were last under threat.
  11. The Yokozuna of the South has a chill run up his spine during his training regiment, the Oyashimian barrels he hoists on his shoulders bend and buckle with force. The elephantine entity looks to the skies and offers a prayer to Goro Goro. For the Storm comes, he prepares for the final battle.
  12. because you can't give me warning points anymore
  13. mfw have to decide between sweaty dice or sweaty clicks
  14. gotta say what's the arockstar doomposting about

    love a good bit of hating but haven't even seen anything good to shit on

    1. lemonke

      lemonke

      Moderator team got wiped out again or at least most of the ppl within it iirc

    2. monkeypoacher

      monkeypoacher

      warned me on the forums for quoting him :(

    3. itdontmatta
  15. the joy of being a hater is what maintains my drive and passion for the server

    1. Lhindir_

      Lhindir_

      Idk if that’s a flex lol

    2. ScreamingDingo

      ScreamingDingo

      @Lhindir_simply just establishing my existence as an emotional vampire

    3. Lhindir_
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  17. “The skies wrought of lightning shows the call of the Night Terror, a plague to the world.” ORIGIN Birth of the Night Terror A beast that was wrought of the depths of the mountains, the Dragaar rose upon its wings upon the breath of life that was bestowed by the Bastion of Knowledge. The peaks turned into monumental wings and, as such, stretched forth. As those who were his siblings were wrought from the earth, the coal and blackstone of the world formed the scales of grandeur that he once sat upon. Gudour as an entity is not well-known for his exploits and early histories. He was a figure deemed of little significance by most scholars, who find trouble finding any proper depictions of this beast. There are rumours that he travelled within the Kingdom of Horen and offered some scholarly knowledge, but there was little confirmation of this by historians. The Battle of Horen’s Ridge is one of significance, where the true story began for this Drakaar. This battle was fought upon the edges of the Kingdom of Horen, where his people built onwards from the pain of the Thirty Years War and the affliction of the Betrayer’s Curse. The remnant forces of Iblees still plagued the land, where Azdromoth himself placed his sights upon humanity, to conquer for his now fallen lord. This battle was one of ill-repute, where the devastating effects of this conflict still reverberate to the stories told in the modern mythos. Gudour himself was positioned on the side of humanity, where he fought against the remnants of Iblees with vicious fervour. It is unknown whether he marched into battle with those soldiers, but such aggression was aimed towards the embodiment of Ruin that marched through these mountains. The battle itself erupted with violent flurries and exchanges from both sides, where the Horenic forces drove cavalry and infantry into the hordes of undead that still remained tethered from the forces of the Nether itself. The decaying soldiers of countless battles would stand tall as they charged against one another, with wizards and warlocks that threw molten metal and lightning from the skies into the waves of humanity. As in the clouds above, the exchange was held between both Dragonkin. The Titanic behemoth of Azdromoth turned the skies into an abyssal haze as his form stretched across the heavens, as Gudour himself intertwined in exchanges of Dragonsflame and physical clashes. The sheer brutality of Azdromoth was countered by the twisting turns of Gudour, underhanded swipes and pivots as the demi-gods themselves shook the clouds. The steel of man itself started to overcome the forces of Iblees as the scales of fate tipped towards chaos, as Azdromoth grappled upon Gudour in the skies and sunk his teeth into the neck of his brethren. The sky itself rained blood, flesh and miasma as the festering wound was left within Gudour. His jet-black scales cracked akin to glass, a fractured reminder of what would become of his mind. As the Titan flew high upon the battlefield, the Night Terror was born amongst the clouds and ash that scattered in the battlefields. The corruption of Iblees emerged through his mind as he dove towards the battlefield below, a scorching trail of thunder and lightning heard throughout the lands like a beating war drum. The beast descended from the ash-ridden clouds, as forces of both humanity and undeath were decimated by bouts of violet and green dragonsflame. Rock and stone melted into puddles, as metal and bone were eviscerated into horrific amalgamations, where strikes of lightning trailed behind the Drakaar and tore asunder the land itself. This battle was a disaster for both sides, where the main forces of Horen were decimated in flame, as the undeath and Azdromoth’s armies crumbled to dust. To Elven scholars, this battle was seen as a monumental deciding factor between the fall of Azdromoth and Horen respectively, weakening their forces beyond repair. This has never been confirmed and to human scholars, they quote the madness of Malin’s Kin creating delusion with their long-lived lives. Gudour himself fled to the south within his deluded madness, where the emergence of the horror dubbed, “The Night Terror” was carved into the foundations of history. A beast that would plunge fear into those that knew of his wrath, that slaughtered all that he encountered. This driving transformation of the inner soul of the dragonkin dwelled madness and confusion within his mind, as his very being rejected the poison of darkness that flowed within his veins. Years passed as the beast struggled with his inner turmoil, slumbering in periodic rhythms where he would hibernate for months on end and then decimate the closest population that dwelled near the lingering horror. Villages and castles were decimated by flame and thunder, as a sight was placed upon an instrument he believed would soothe his madness. The Sword of Horen. Upon the edges of Paradisus, Gudour himself ravaged upon the decaying Kingdom of Horen. The walls of stone were scorched as the skies themselves were stained with the abyss of darkness, the thunderous drake slaughtering the remnants of the crumbling town in a fit of rage. Scholars contest the exact details of this battle, but in Horen’s feeble state, his knights under the banner of the Red Dragon rode to fight Gudour with the Blade in hand. With as such, the Lord Commander Reginald Felder charged with his retinues with the dormant weapon, a violent flurry and vicious exchange left the battlefield in ashes. The knights themselves were melted beneath the heat of flame and lightning, with the Brightsteel blade between its corpses. For now the mantle of Horen was claimed, Gudour seeked true salvation. Yet, with the blade in hand, this soothed him only temporarily. The corruption of the Dragaar was one that was quick and brutal. The first few weeks of corruption had twisted his soul beyond redemption, he could not turn himself to stone or could muster the willpower to end his own life. He faltered with his challenges of polymorphing, where his draconic form was what was kept almost permanent between his bouts of rage and chaos. He drew upon the canvas of the world with hatred and malice, his flames and lightning cascading across all that drew its ire. HISTORY Strike Against the Sun The Night Terror set his sights upon the edges of the Atherian Coasts. The Order of the Golden Lion had emerged amongst the chaos, and Gudour’s own intent was to strike against the heavens itself. To be awashed with the flames that would combat the poison of his blood and very soul, to be freed of the madness inflicted by the King of Ruin, Azdromoth. For the Athna’s were figures known by the world, as were the first mortal agents of the Aenguls that were establishing their foothold upon the mortal world. He sought out one particular agent, one that would strike the most forceful ire of them all. Zyanna Athna. The Cleric of Xan. She continued her pilgrimage on behalf of her master, to restore a tower of antiquity to the lights of order. For Gudour waited days, the Blade of Jophiael held in his hands. The soothing voice of the Seraphim spoke to him in many tongues, and showed his future, his past and his present. An intertwining chaos, a battle of the corruption of Drakaaric madness, with that of cosmic chaos. Then yet, a night of storms emerged as she rose to the tower itself. Her robes and armor of gold glistening with each striking bolt that rampaged through the skies. The twisted irony of the weather is the blessing of Lightning of both Drakaar and Aengul. A night that was seen to symbolise the guiding light and order of Xan, was a night of sheer terror. Gudour emerged from the shadows, barely retaining his polymorphed form and impaled Zyanna with the Blade of Horen. A vicious and brutal attack, as the blade tore through flesh and stone. Blood splattered across the tower as the heavens howled and Gudour’s own hands rose to point towards the howling Cleric. Begging to be saved, she demanded the heavens would reprimand, yet no voice shouted back. The Drakaaric magics of Gudour encased the screaming lover of Xan in jet-black crystals that encased her. Her preaching arms frozen in constant fervor as the shimmer of the Blade of Horen was seen through her chest and protruded outward. Yet Gudour awaited on this tower till daybreak, the storms ravaged but no person walked those halls. None traversed to the towers, none were ready to grant Gudour his true release. With that, he left the symbol of ire upon that wretched tower. A grudge made of hatred and malice, aimed towards the heavens. HISTORY Madness Brews The Night Terror was well-known for his exploits against the descendants. Those of holy orders were challenged by the beast through vicious sieges and attacks. Those of the Rivel Mages were attacked at the height of their power, as were various sects of Tahariaen and Ascended members to attempt to dislodge them from their places. A response is all Gudour wished for. The voice of Jophiael kept a semblance of sanity upon his actions, but a self-righteous death was all he wished for. For now his life was a cycle of hibernation and destruction, where Gudour would slumber for years at a time and then emerge at his most maddened, to aim to send destruction upon the world. There were also rumours of instances where Gudour had confronted both reputable figures of Xannic and the Horenic Empire, challenging them to duels and wishing for a rightful end. These never came to him for many years, as this beast was a constant threat to all those around him. Final Battle Gudour’s own prayers were answered in the year of 1758. After the re-appearance of descendants on the fallen continent of Athera, Gudour emerged with intent to slaughter those that invaded those isles. With the Blade of Horen, he finally saw a future that was clear. An end. A purposeful provocation of the descendants led to the emergence of a party of assembled adventurers marching towards the Tower where Zyanna first fell. The adventurers were successful, able to beat back the attacks of Gudour and land violent blows that wounded him deeply. Blood caked his scales and skin, as his vision blurred from the fatigue and weakness of near-death. A welcomed acceptance, as the Blade of Horen whispered to him once more. The tone of the angel is well known. “It is time to rest, Warrior of the Storm. My brother shall continue your journey.” Searing pain kept through the body of Gudour in his final moments, as a vigilant, armored figure of light appeared on the edges of the battlefield. Jophiael glowed as the figure went to retrieve the blade, as Gudour sent a final, vicious ire towards the tower were Zyanna laid. His draconic form collided with that of Starlight, as the form of ivory and stone crushed the head and body of the dragon itself. A final, distinct crush heard in Gudour’s last moments. Freedom for the accursed beast. The aftermath of Gudour’s death were bards and artists demonstrating depictions against the Night Terror. A legacy of hatred immortalised by his fall. Zyanna did not appear in the rubble of the tower, shards of black crystal were visible in the debris but there was no true sign of what happened to them. A final act of defiance. Credits: ScreamingDingo - Writer
  18. I am not a prophet for I do not guess the correct path, I am the correct path.

    I have partaken in bargains with the occult spam posters to secure my future as Moderation Administrator.

    I am coming for you, itdontmatta.

    1. TreeSmoothie

      TreeSmoothie

      I support screamingdingo mod admin

    2. Turbo_Dog
    3. argonian
  19. Holy shit did I actually prevent something
  20. It's a half-half situation. There are people who definitely use these slurs with their IRL intent and they should be punished for doing as such. There's a very fine line for certain slurs and insults that need to stay detatched from IRL and also be relevant to the cultures that are there. "Knife-Ear" is a term I think that is great and does represent some of the sentinments and hatred towards the elven race [which has been seen throughout the server's 11 years of existence]. 'Darkie' itself is a contested one, mainly because it can be utilised by groups with ill-intentions, but it is on the edge of what could be considered acceptable or not. Biggest thing is just making sure these things do not allow for groups to be spreading hate-speech OOC. I expect the Mods to know where that line is and to be able to monitor/protect the playerbase effectively.
  21. "Hey, did you see how the King did combat?> He was swinging and jumping at the same time, they even took leaps from 15 block walls to pursue the enemy! At one time he even regurgitated a boat and started sliding along the ice. So cool."
  22. damn guys i know i keep saying pvp isnt rp but we didnt have to invoke a name change

  23. I was simply annoyed that during the Arcas eventline you took opportunities and completely ran them off the road to run your own sideplots, as you did with various other projects we've worked together on. When there's momentum to try and build an antagonist that isn't terrible for once, I was really quite bewildered at the actions and attitudes of entitlement you were given with these set pieces. Though, your work was not destroyed or brutalised by a reputation 'I' fostered, it instead has been something probably since at least the [TOS] Admin's tenure in staff trying to reverse and change some of the things that were under your care. Nozoa's alchemist cult was not destroyed by some staff agenda aswell. I am allowed to have my likes and dislikes for roleplay, but there was no systematic shutdown, and I do not believe peddling a false narrative of staff dislikes [or even my dislikes] can completely destroy aspirant lore communities like Nozoa's.
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