ScreamingDingo
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meta play bans going to help gut and break apart the oocism of scheming that has been entrenched for the last decade.
ave the crusade against NLs and wannabe NLs
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removing individual nation leaders for "metaplay" (yesterday it was 'poor villain rp,' tomorrow it will be something else) is stupid - you can read the past 13 years of tearful ban appeals to see exactly how much that accomplished. ban one guy, his best buddy takes over, eventually enough of his friends join moderation and unban him
you have to remove whole nations & create situations where ppl are forced to actually roleplay
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what a surprise that people who know nothing about lore dictate its implementation like draconic people who need to have their fingers in every pie while leaving their own cold. admin approval is not a scam used to leverage and **** over teams for ridiculous demands in the council of red
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Finally, halflings being eaten by orcs. This is like 8 years in the making since it happened last
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All of my enemies eventually get what’s coming to them. I am undeniably always right and you are always wrong
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[✗] Death to Azdrazi Combat MArts, the Amendment.
ScreamingDingo replied to femurlord's topic in Denied Lore
Hope u didn’t forget the personalised interaction and story path of the Azdro eventline I gave you -
[✗] [Magic Lore] The Inquisitors of Tahariae
ScreamingDingo replied to Johann's topic in Denied Lore
for fucks sakes -
Title says it all, you all suck and I bet I would have a true solution for any issues on the server if I was given full, ultimate control of it. I bet you that your solutions suck and that you wouldn't be able to fix anything on the server. I would do things like: - Enforce my own style and brand of roleplay to be the only accepted one. - Banning the lore submissions of players to allow for the lore to be controlled properly. - Turn all NLs into pseudo-et who are put under strict contracts to create roleplay and any adherance to meta must die - Ensuring that beast-races are not accepted and they are removed because that is something I do not want as supreme chairman/overlord of LotC. #certifiedslopforger
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can we make it a forum rule people can’t slop post respond on blogposts saying nothing for 600 words
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CRP Default, Consented Conflict, and the future of conflict
ScreamingDingo replied to PCSwift's topic in Debate
Only issue w/ defender default is ppl using PvP to get out of situations that are otherwise completely unfeasible for them to escape. [The age old running behind five iron doors when a crossbow gets shot at you because you called pvp] Fine for people to ask to PvP as long as its not at the expense of the situation, since mechanically things are not always represented the way it should be. But it's hard to build rules around things that once again ask for people to not abuse good-faith on a roleplay server. -
cringe people will use it to revenge kill ppl even if they’re immortals and conflicts don’t ever stop. betrayal plots can never happen and any internal struggles within covens will just have people not make a singular move because they’re always having to deal with ppl remembering every single aspect before their death.
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this week the st are righteous and the mods are suckers. I wonder what next week will hold
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[✓] [Playable CA Lore] Lycanthropy - the Cursed Man
ScreamingDingo replied to Werew0lf's topic in Magical
how much did these bots cost to +1 and comment on your lore -
you all take the worst parts of bg3 and implement them into your roleplay. (the shitty quipping dialogue)
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A dragon rises from the ashes of humanity. Shall the Age of Dragons spur on the Chosen Prophet of Godfrey’s Blood.
Evaneroh…
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they simply need to be just more than activity milestones for nations and have some weight that makes them enjoyable to watch. also lowkey the festival format so ppl aren’t afking for 2 hours oocly is ideal. Requires a heavy medieval settlement/nations with knighthood schemes and honor systems that are spurred by public events and demonstrations of martial prowess, to be ran effectively.
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[✗] Blood Magic Tweakeries [Amendment/Addition]
ScreamingDingo replied to Moonish_Imp's topic in Denied Lore
mfw interplanar travel reduced to ripping holes in reality to move 400 blocks away
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[Apotheosis] - Recap - Act 3, The Folly and The Fall
ScreamingDingo replied to squakhawk's topic in Events
@Werew0lf We are the men behind the slaughter -
The realization of Apotheosis led to the emergence of the pillar of Order, to only be consumed and brought down from the heavens, to the very lands that descendants dwelled upon. The over-zealous and underprepared deity succumbed to the horrendous alliance of Dragon-kin, the mortal enemies of the Lion. Those of the Draconic tore apart the body of the deity, leaving asunder the mark of Deific Death upon the fortress of Tor’Azdraeth. The Citadel where Azdromoth held his truth, was shattered upon his ascension to the skies. Those of Xannic Ilk felt the sensation of dread in their hearts, as the warmth of the bastion of Order faded into uncertainty. Those that were chained in the afterlife of Xan were relinquished of their golden shackles, which were replaced with ones wrought of ash and dragonsflame. Those that once pledged their lives to Xan, found themselves into forced servitude with the now emerging entity. To those of his mortal followers, they felt the embers within their gullet twist and turn. The enrapturing sensation of this ember emerged through their flesh, marking their soul with the marks of Asioth. All those of the descendants that had once blessed their lives with the guidance of Order, now found themselves defeated and broken. Their blessing, manifested into a bleeding mark that could not be rendered from flesh or repaired. A permanent symbol of the Fall of Xan. Mechanics: All currently connected Paladins will receive the ‘Scar of Order’, all MA and TA Xan Paladins will be disconnected from their magic. They will not be able to receive any boons or connections formerly from Xan’s influence, and will be stripped of any beneficial/negative afflictions made by such. Those who were Keepers, will revert to their fully descended forms. Those ‘linked’ to Xan will also be unlinked from the patron, for their existence has now ended upon the ascension of Azdromoth. This ‘Scar of Order’ is an aesthetic branding that afflicts the Soul of former Paladins. There are a few requirements for this, but it can otherwise be altered outside of this. It must, at minimum, be the size of the forearm of the person receiving it. This can be placed on their back, leg, hand, head etc. It must have draconic iconography within it. Whether that is a Dragon eating a Lion, the symbols of Asioth, a stylistic dragon etc. This branding will be left with a faint glow upon extreme pain and/or emotional distress. These colors will normally be red/orange, but can be left up to the discretion of the user. All ‘Holy Deific’ magics cannot be connected to, as the Mark of the God-Eater, Azdromoth is stained upon your soul. This includes magics under the domains of [Malchadiael, Tahariae, Aeriel, Esthael, Apohet/Shamanism] The Scar of Order CANNOT BE: Healed by deific or shamanistic magics. This is a full ‘scorching’ of the soul that manifests itself upon the user’s Soul Blueprint. Even if the Paladin swaps bodies or turns into a ghost, the scars will be present no matter what. Covered by Tawkin or altered by shamanistic means. If the limb with the scar is amputated, it will manifest elsewhere on the body. All Paladins afflicted by the ‘Scar of Order’ will receive at a minimum, one of these traits. This is customisable and under the player’s choice Overzealotry of the ‘Natural Order’ Hatred / Fear of Dragons Immense fear of the ‘Skies’ / Lightning + Thunder Depression / Pessimism Rage induced by the sight of fire Hallucinations of shadows and creatures being dragons Hallucinations of Xannic Prayers and Visions Other Xannic Mechanics / Stipulations: All player created Xannic Enchantments will be rendered inert upon the release of this post. All items with these enchantments can be ‘unsigned’ by the ST if you submit an sreq for such. If players attempt to use these enchantments in battle, they will not be applicable and continued abuse of this will lead to punishment. All Chanceries and Sunwells will go inert, leaving emptiness in where the holy light once stood. Any MArt / CArt related to Paladin Magics will have their power remain, as a small fragment of this power. These are the ones that are currently existing and within player hands. Any souls currently within ‘Xan’s’ realm are purged/destroyed. Past characters that dwelled within this realm as Centurions have either been completely immolated or corrupted to serve beneath their new ruler.
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[This vision is granted to all MA holders of Malchadiael’s Templarism. This will be either received in a dream or in-game when you view this post. This is not visible by any other prophecy seeing entity and/or magic] The drifting weight of sleep lingers upon your form as your eyes remain smothered in the darkness of the world. Your skin feels the prickling chill of the wind, and your nostrils flare with the scents of battle. The metallic taste of blood coats your tongue as the lump in your throat slowly cascades down into your gullet. Flashes of light surge across your vision as your body lurches into a sudden dash, your mind merely a passenger in the vessel it inhabits. The bitter cold of the abyssal darkness is interrupted by a gleaming light bursting forth from a gargantuan, golden blade. A melody of incomprehensible sounds follows the movement, an almost alien gargle emerging into the silence as flames of light tear through reality. The never-ending darkness ensues as your body twists and turns, striking viscerally against something beyond your understanding. The bulging form of tentacles warps into a plethora of hands and into limbs that curdle at the edges of darkness, snaking behind the most vile. This was all, yet this was nothing, for the sickening understanding of what was material did not exist here. The flare and fervour of battle broke through the questions of what it was or what it was doing; you simply knew to kill. Your own mind then slipped from the grasp of the abyssal, a descent where its own form shuddered and twisted before being launched into another. The infernal ruins of the jagged landscape lay intertwined with machines emitting red smog, their putrid breath bellowing to the heavens. The alchemical smog plagued the lands, where the red haze became a blanket for the horrors within. The skies were carved with the sigils of the Nether; the clouds and heavens were a tapestry, marking the blight of the invading forces. Your body shifts as you slowly trudge through the landscape, turning your helmet to look at your two companions. Their armour consists of blackened sheets of metal intertwined with copper plating, stained by alchemical oils seeping from the polluted landscape. Imps and various other beasts scatter across the fetid hells, while the constructs of the Great Machine lie scrapped and stripped in the remnants of this former stronghold. Fatigue weighs on you as you slowly trudge through the dust and dirt, climbing over rubble and the husks of robotic constructs. A volley of cannon fire echoes in the distance as barrages of large explosives begin to litter the battlefield near you. The howling of distant death haunts the area as the ground erupts in a violent geyser of debris. The whistles of horror continue as you charge through, your armour ripped apart by the sudden, sharp pain that launches your consciousness from your mind. Ejected like a stone from a catapult, your imagination shifts within your mind. A weird, dull chime echoes in the back of your mind as you lose any feeling of a body or vessel. A singular, lifting presence lingers over the darkness. A sight that continues onwards, where nothing comes forth—except the dull chime. It continues to ring, and when you feel the darkness of your mind slip into nothingness, it is brought back by the lingering resonance. It stops, then starts, then stops, then starts. Familiarity. A hushed voice carries itself upon the sounds, where no light or darkness rests; only the absence of all follows. “The Heavens Clash, may their honourable fight stand tall without interference.” Again, the chime rings out. The soothing voice of Seraphim feels like one that knows wisdom and truth; every word and sound is coated with it. Your existence slowly fades within this chime; your consciousness continues as you feel this strange state. The normal chaos of the shrill whispers in your mind has subsided. No rage, no hatred, no terror—simply tranquilly. As your eyes glance over, you see a simple knight wearing black armour kneeling next to you. Another warrior, another claimant, calmed by the ever-guiding voice that dwells in the darkness. The entity looks familiar in some way—another that felt the calls of the Seraphim in their life. Not akin to Malchadiael’s utterances, but another. Another who dealt with a darkness within, and one who would overcome it all. The challenges of the heavens: who are we to stop the valiant duel of two? Why would we incur divine fate? Why would we interrupt courage? With that, you are awake. Was this a blessed vision or a frantic omen? The heavens stirred with the fate of the descension of the lion to clash against the mortal planes. If this was a destined battle, what came next?
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Ferrymen comprehension skills
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The Cringe "Goodbye" Post I Never Wanted To Make And Then Did.
ScreamingDingo replied to Disheartened's topic in Farewells
only person who kept me sane during my admin tenure with world team and co disappearing. hope everything has been going great -
Reginald Napier the III looks upon this missive eagerly, the esteemed author of various titles such as, "The Forbidden Snaga, Crown or Cuddles and Stuck between an Ostrich and a Hard Place" almost salivates at this sudden notice. A famous story, a plot-point as juicy and filled with such enjoyment for his potential viewers. His readers in Haense and Petra have declined in the recent years, and the longing love of one to Norlandic Royalty seemed like the perfect way to re-emerge into the literary scene. With such, he snatched a copy of the Sugarfoot's notice and began to plot his next novel.
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