ScreamingDingo

at least you have given us a collective name to refer you to now instead of just "those ones again ugh"

Shamans are guaranteed to head to the Spirit Realm because of their pacts, they cannot go elsewhere and this is where the kloning subversion happens. I understand that most spiritualists can opt in, but in the terms of soul allocation, Spirits being able to ensure that their destined figures that they pact with can go to their afterlife is important. Kloning goes a bit beyond the normal blood magic sorta shenanigans of most cosmic things, it is creating a false body and transferring a soul into it that goes against most natural laws of existence. Most deifics themselves would be extremely adverse to the idea of the descendants being able to essentially escape death in any form. I feel like spirits would not be an exception, because they are aiming to use non-spiritual means to extend their life and devoting themselves to a craft that is away from most of the mindsets of the immortal spirits [death/time/etc.] Happy to discuss this further, but this is the interpretation that I believe would justify why Klones would basically be an issue. This is mostly to hit a few of the standard deific ones that hyper-focus on soul claims, but as always shamanism is something that's always strangely obtuse of other stuff.

This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification clairvoyants, and mystics with hexing per Prophecy lore. This vision is also bestowed upon characters that go to sleep after interacting with the event-site that this link appears on. A whisper, as the dark room shrouds itself in the shadows of its centrepiece. The candle in the heart of nothingness burns ever so slightly as the shadows dance and attempt to extinguish the light. The tendrils never reach, and the embers bring light to where once the endless darkness took hold. Not a wind or a shudder follows the expanse, as you watch the light twist and turn against the encroaching non-existence of its flame. The absence of light, aiming to join it all in its endless struggle. Yet the flicker of flame remained, and the darkness was kept at bay, it could not fight against it, and it could not stop it. Your body slowly aches as you come to the realisation of your new vessel, the slow bearing muscles that stretch upon your form, they bite into your bone and carry it akin to a puppet. The room that surrounds you is a decaying remnant of a castle, where its furniture had been torn away by the elements of decay and absence. A few tables are strewn with a few belongings, a few pieces of black rock and an ever presence darkness that lingers in the windows. Thoughts rush through your head, many in words that you cannot fathom or understand their meaning, an alien language felt to gnaw inside your consciousness. Yet a few were remembered, utterances about worry and fear of incoming raids that have plagued the nearby villages. Many have been slaughtered by these strange creatures that lurk within the darkness, and their ferocity was something that stressed you to your very core. There had been messages of the impending attack where an envoy was sent to warn them to vacate their village. But you did not wish to leave your home, you wished to serve your King, one of Radiance. Your eyes carry themselves to another area as the decaying painting hangs, a regal reflection of the unknown figure. Their armour was emblazoned in a white tabard, with a black cross that ran across the bearing weight of the soldier. A crown of gold rested within its hand, as the faded paint of red and orange cast a veil of darkness beyond its head. The word “Phoenix” is deciphered, before your body pulls you towards the cupboard within the room. The deep toll of a bell chimes thrice, as the sounds of chaos and screaming thunder across the village. The scent of sulphur and blood quickly emerging from the windows as the howls of the horrors beneath exploded in such ferocity. The exchange of steel and fire harrowing, as you shook, your body froze at this emotion, pondering as many of these thoughts fell outside your grasp. Uncertainty, unknowing, what laid beneath them? The clashing of steel continued as the screams for help and retreat echoed across the village, plumes of sapphire and black flame surged over its inhabitants as the legion marched forth. The fields were decayed and destroyed, decimated by forces unknown as the veil of night loomed above them. The buildings within the village were standing upon almost only their foundations, where time and stagnancy had consumed their walls and shelters. You peer outside the walls and see the omnibus force of destruction, obscured in armour made of Mordring’s ilk. The blackened, sharpened steel glinting in the flames that surged onwards. The crossbows of flame scorched across the fleeing figures, a sickening crunch following every shot that buried itself within those who ran. Creatures were rounded up, and orders were barked in a tongue that felt harsh for your ears. It stung, the words carried weight which buried itself into your eardrums. You surged to a nearby broken table to search for a weapon, discarded and scavenged equipment did not prepare you for this legion. A few blades were scattered in the piles, where the elements of their plane had shattered metal that once was found on the surface. A booming ‘crack’ is heard behind you, as two figures burst into the room. Their gauntlets extend beyond their wrists, trailing towards their elbows with twisted extensions of metal snaking to the heavens. Sapphire and gold scars illuminated themselves from the cracks in the metal, as they charge forth and slam maces wrought of the irons of the depths. Your hands aim to grasp, yet the sickening crack felt within your gullet causes your vessel to collapse. Your eyes hold heavy as the figures drag you through the castle that you burrowed in. Like a rat, the smallest crevice of this abandoned tower was inhabited by many like you, servants of the Radiant One, where he was so pre-occupied with other matters to not see the devastation within his kingdom. The doors open to the outside as the ebon-black heavens blanket overhead. You see the rounded up creatures, tied in chains of aurum or imprisoned in makeshift barriers of light, their screams ever piercing as the evil energy envelopes their forms. Their anchored bodies lie here, trying to escape the endless call of the heavens to stay within their home. Your legs tear upon the ground, the Aegisean foundations tearing at the makeshift armour you wore. Looted from a passerby that was sent to make audience with the King, you tore their skin off and made your form. A bitter understanding of what was to come embedded itself in your mind, for there was nothing after death. It was just silence. You are placed in front of a small gathering of warriors, where a central figure carries itself with a poise of a commander. Its form was different to the others, where the grotesque armour appeared to have melded into their very form. Their right gauntlet was pure gold, with tinges of the black steel that many wore, as a giant blade of extreme proportions was lofted easily upon their shoulder. Its grotesque form had no refinement, where the blade had many jagged edges and lashings of glass that carried the souls of many. The commander then turned towards you, a helmet of a roaring lion facing your form, featureless from what laid within. A sinking, ever crawling feeling buries itself in your throat, you gasp for air, yet you do not even need it. Your heart pumps, yet it is phantom, it does not exist. The figure then lowers itself, revealing the mummified head embedded at the centre of their chest plate, a decaying skull of a woman whose face was contorted in an ever present scowl. Etchings of draconic sigils and tattoos were added post-mortem, as your gaze lies upon the white eyes of the fallen head. A single remark is exchanged between the group, before your body is cleaved in two. The searing pain, the sickening ferocity of mortality, the horrors of life, felt within your bones for a mere moment. The cleaved body, hewed from the sheer strength of the one ahead, as blackened bile and bone pour from your innards. A glint of sapphire is seen within the eyes of the helmet of the Lion, an ever present reminder of the struggles of this Kingdom. Peace could not be achieved, until one was dead. Your body lurches as the warmth and intense heat of your wounds consumes your form. A glimmer of the roaring sun was found within the darkness as your eyes now look upon the flickering candle at the centre of the room. It does not waver, it does not stop. It is there, always there.

invasion of dndism

damn all these youths and their xionist merging of lore and trendy multi pathed CAs.

⻯ NOTICE TO ALL GREAT WARRIORS ⻯ For my birth has brought upon the need to search for the greatest of the people of the great expanse to become known by myself to observe their blades and styles. I, Ken-Kaji of the Ugokoyama Clan - The Sword Maker, seeks any who wish to show their blade or weapon to me to understand its inner heart and purpose within the world. I seek to find the Greatest Weapons of the World and place them upon a list, where many will understand the fame that comes from such. I offer no payment for this, but a simple request to all to allow for I, Ken-Kaji of the Ugokoyama Clan - The Sword Maker, to use their eyes to observe the craftsmanship of your blades. A blade must not be perfect, for a perfect blade is not one of beauty. To find the Soul of a Blade, is to see its flaws that make it special. If you want to have your blade recorded and studied, please go towards the Capital of Koyo-Kuni or seek Ken-Kaji of the Ugokoyama Clan at the Nichi-Jin Temple. The Person who requests this does not understand what a flying envelope is, but you are able to send messages to this place if you wish to present a blade, or even speak of a Blade of Legend that can be recorded within its mind. For may your blades stay sharp and your minds never falter, Ken-Kaji of the Ugokoyama Clan - The Sword Maker

the discord of metaplay

also just because it’s 5am ur time doesn’t mean it’s 5am for everyone stop the erasure of different time zones outside of EST not being legitimate.

I know who I would pick. A new generation of supporting the younger talent fill our main roster.

lol pallodium lore denied

everything snow related must die elves witches next is the snaztherak

lots of effort for very low pay-off. I have it in back of the mind project but I don't want to press the button on the Piss-stream. Veilwatching has such a weird place because it interacts with lore that is not on the descendant level, the interactions of the veil and such are so grandoise that a simple mortal brain can barely comprehend it. It's trying to stop a single microscopic hole that a voidal tear brings, and it's something that just lands horribly in practice in my opinion. If magics interact with world lore, it can't be with foundational universal concepts that they cannot interact with. I think there are certain OOC mechanics required to keep nations in the way of being able to produce tasks and ways to develop newer players. I am a big advocate for resource tiles and all the potential that comes from it. Activity Checks are good to a certain point, where it should be used as a way to ensure that players are cycling to different areas effectively. The issue with activity checks is that people start to dilute the quality of their roleplay for subpar mass spammed tournaments and court events that offer nothing but an excuse for 80 people to congregate and do no actual roleplay. no I'll be honest, I detest most of the older darkspawn players and have always had a lot of issues with their self-serving OOC nature of hiding in a corner and only hunting newer players. My experiences were extremely negative back in the day, like rounding up edgies like "Knox" and "The Perfectionist" and crossbow firing lining them because they would do edgy weird torture smut roleplay to pink tags. Gash was something where I believe that most darkspawn should achieve to try and make themselves an actual "character", the server lacks the villain archetype and those big bad guys that plague most fantasy tropes. There needs to always be an evil figure for good to overcome, and I felt like Gash created that environment after giving him the tools that (majority of naztherak players still write my name in bloodied hex jars irl) enabled him to thrive. I really don't have many opinions with Mysticism, the Synod or even Xionism. Most of my interactions with these groups and ideologies have been very negative and something where I think they kinda lean into the brooding edgy aesthetic a bit too well that they don't really do much. They require severe ST intervention to even get their "plans" of killing a god close, but most people chicken out when they get close to that. I legitimately have no knowledge of the Synod or anything of that, I know of a few weird ideologies that I think hold them back, but they're a very contradictory group (in ideals in character) that try to hold themselves high above all others without earning that title. I think if you cannot conduct a good "attack" plot against a nation and sustain a good partnership with them, then you cannot really be a villain. I was a generic human soldier who was a footman for the first five years and then went towards doing occult/"the witcha" roleplay with the Marked Men. I would not be able to find a place in the current generation of the server, as humanity is in a weird limbo and I feel like culturally does not really accept new players without the clause of Bridgerton roleplay or PvP Rallies. I probably wouldn't stay if I was a new player, especially if I was as old as I was now, or even the age when I joined. I don't think LotC has that appeal to draw myself in, but it did many years aago. Most nations do not interact with one another apart from signing arbitrary NAPs for wars or the occasional raid. There are no "trading" ideas, no cultural exchanges, no real partnerships or ideals beyond that very loose OOC conduct that is required to maintain peace. I just feel like that most places are very isolated and independent of one another and that really dissolves their culture because they are unable to demonstrate it anywhere but their own walls.

It would be veilwatching OR Shamanism. Shamanism is a pain in my ass for world lore writing because it doesn’t really fit with how everything works and is independent to almost a fault. Just an IC excuse to not be /searched effectively. Very meh

Yes and no, we are moving toward a server that is not being defined by nations, but we are not moving towards an ST centralised plot taking the main focused. It is ultimately the idea that nations are not providing that personal development AND that overarching influence which is very pivotal to this setting. There are really bad consequences of the ST becoming something that is more than a background centerpiece for the dynamics of the server, but it really reflects the attitudes of nations and the lack of actual roleplay they have coming from them. I think there needs to be a really urgent address to the nation leaders about how to develop nations with the mindset of a roleplay server and not activity checks. It’s something I might be an old fart going about the past, but there are very few nations that are having an impact on the general atmosphere of roleplay. Nations used to be able to ignore big global events because they had so much depth and functioning within themselves that they did not lose out on anything to not attend, now it’s sadly an issue of where nations beg for events in lieu of making their own roleplay. It feels like the server is currently a bunch of independent roleplay lobbies that have their own rules, but nothing actually feels connected or intertwined in any way. Happy to be told I’m an idiot and completely off the mark, but these are just some conclusions tldr; st events being important means that nations are doing a bad job at making roleplay

1. I will not slander any events because my lawyers have advised me not to. It’s hard because most of the time in events player choice ultimately does not matter (tooting my own horn), so most events don’t really have those opportunities to shine the stupidity of decisions. My favourite player moment was during the Inferi Crisis Antag and @nozoa (miss you) argued with me that olive oil molotovs were a legitimate weapon because they were the number one causes of house fires. 2. Find a group of people you enjoy and stick to it, if you roleplay effectively and well, people will naturally start to see you as a cool figure and will flock. People want to be around good roleplayers, so if you’re consistent that is what you will bring. 3. Man LT voting is like one of the worst jobs because you have to be a nerd and look at everyone’s dnd multi class homebrew and point out its flaws and issues. It is a time consuming and not very fulfilling job, the LT doesn’t write lore it’s just a constant balancing team for what people try to throw at the wall. It’s the best and worst thing about lotc lore, the player input. 4. Quite a hot take here but, do not just give people the outcome of the event with no effort. I did my bread and butter of hunt events for like 4 years straight as an ET and focused on how creating an environment where people have to earn their win is fulfilling for those that go the whole way. Even something as simple as a deer hunt can be stretched into multi event instances of preparation, tactics, trapping, observing the deer and getting information to finally get that proper kill. I made DIYs because people just farm a quick combat event for their haense/renatus/orenian knight ship to defeat a bear, and they would get extremely upset if there was any issues that did not give them a proper kill. i guess on lotc being a “DM” is less like DnD, since you only have a small group that must pass everything you throw at them for their plot to progress. On LotC, you are the world and you help make every decision have weight, every instance feel real. So even things as small as hunts should feel brutal for those ill prepared, a simple group of children shouldn’t be able to slaughter a den of wolves, they should be eaten and the consequences follow. But this style is definitely not for everyone, I’m really all about the concept of a meaningful struggle to achieve your goals. Those who earn the effort will achieve a greater satisfaction at the end.

lol sol invicta disaster event you probably would’ve pkd because they knelt and said “my queen of the abyss”