ScreamingDingo

tatakae... players of lord of the craft... tatakae... against the oppression of the excitedlys

An eldritch being looks towards the missive and makes this reaction.

Your eyes open to the stench of blood that lingers upon the edges of the swamp. The reeds and assortment of thickets strangle the trees, the water lurking upon the edges and flowing through. The gnarled bark of the trees lies familiar, yet the area is missing a key feature that was present before. The thudding of a heartbeat fills your ears, the deep rhythm felt within your bones as your vision scans across the area. One blink reveals the Titanic Monolith of a tree, akin to the Widukind, a second has it vanish into an assortment of branches that enwreathe the area. Each blink, the tree vanishes in and out of reality, all as the deep rhythms of the thumping heart slowly stagnate. Longer pauses felt between each pulse, all as the tree eventually vanishes completely from your sight. Your vision does not fall upon the false idol, as the heart stops beating. The stagnant silence fills the swamp, peace. A return away from deception and the false idols. Something has changed, what comes next?

[[This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification clairvoyants, and mystics with hexing per Prophecy lore. This Prophecy is also seen by those who have interacted with the [Tree] Eventsite that is ran by ScreamingDingo, if you do not belong to one of the groups above. This is a continuation of the above prophecy, if not witnessed before, the full picture of the prophecy has been completed.]] Birthed from its roots, the monstrous being takes root within the world itself. Feldamir, the World Eater. The titanic, as it rumbles through the earth. Your own visage appears to the field of blood, where the warriors of crimson stand tall. The beast rips through the hills in a thunderous explosion, jets of green and black flame spewing from its body as it leaps across the skies, hitting the ground with vicious tunnels that eviscerate any that remain below it. Hordes of creatures are slaughtered and extinguished of their lights, the behemoth now presented in full glory. The true rise of chaos has been birthed from the pits of the earth. From the Roots of Widukind, shall the World Eater consume all. Blood seeps from the maw of the Worm, as does the foundations of the world. It wanders upon a sea of blood, the bogs of miasma as red, thunderous streaks follow suit. The birth of the beast was followed by its baptism. That held in its true form, the titanic mountain eater. That which would consume the mountains of heaven and hell. It comes.

"Pa! The strange scaled ones are talkin' 'bout having relations wit' people an' animals again!" The little boy runs towards his father with the missive, all as the figure grabs a wooden sign and plants it at the front of his farm. He revises what it says, painting over it and revealing it to the world "NO XANNITES NO DRAGONS NO ACCUSATIONS OF INTERHUMAN-DRAGON CUCKOLDRY" The man smiles as he looks at his sign, pleased as he walks back to his abode

haense went full circle nu-oren

[[This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification clairvoyants, and mystics with hexing per Prophecy lore. This Prophecy is also seen by those who have interacted with the [Tree] Eventsite that is ran by ScreamingDingo, if you do not belong to one of the groups above.]] The hordes of bloodsoaked soldiers lay across the battlefield, the open taunting of the skies cast a sickening grey that envelopes the heavens. The fields of green now lay covered in the ichor of crimson, earth that remains scorched and stone that lays shattered. The marching soldiers raise their blades, the ignition of flame and fervor seen in the crowd below as the incoming fog is repelled. The fogs of death sweep towards the soldiers, yet the pillars of flame that cover their blades send sickening screams to the skies, dissuaded by the true legion that marches ahead. Stone shatters and cracks within the darkness, the tumbling of idols intertwined with the scent of the sea. The thunderous cracks echo through the darkest, deepest caverns as the blood-soaked legion continue their march. With that, your eyes now cast towards the ground, sent hurling towards the battlefield with a sudden jolt. Your eyes awaken, the fields of blood work akin to mud as they stick to your every joint. The burden of armor carries upon your back, the heaviness of your form causing you to stagger as you stand up. The whistling of arrows is intertwined with the sudden shattering of concussive bursts that remain behind you, green infernos engulfing fellow figures that remained behind you. Yet, as you turn to look at the blast, your own throat is grasped by some beast as your eyes make contact with the being. A twisted, melted visage of blood opens its jaw, the face of the distorted soldier inhuman as the grasp of the gauntlet grows tighter, air now struggles to reach your throat. Your arms swing wildly at the beast, yet it towers high above you, each dripping blob of blood staining upon your armor as your legs dangle from the ground. Air Another gasp fails, all as you try to dig your fingers into the skin of the strange beast, yet they run slick with liquid and do not grasp upon anything. Your head thumps, your body aches and yet the scents of war stain your nostrils. Air Your own vision fades as your throat tightens, the chest grows heavy, your arms continue to flail mindlessly, aimlessly, begging for an end to this chaos. Yet, your last flail follows with a sound that resounds within your ears for what seems to be an eternity. Crack The vision melts away as your own heart beats, taking position upon reality once more.

why nerf a very neutered ability further?

Hate to blogpost but I will anyway. The intent of this guide is probably for all the wrong reasons, but the small philosophy about creating characters with depth is something that rings true. Emotions are something that we should feel with roleplay, it helps evoke certain reactions to scenarios and also allows for a further depth that allows for characters to become their own people beyond your every control. You should be making characters that are not throwaways, giving them flaws, dreams and goals to actually follow and build their own personal philosophy to create a truly unique experience. What most people fall into the trap of, is that these goals are motivated OOC or your character turns into an extension of your irl problems and how to escape and/or deal with them [Which escapism is fine to do if you really need to, but the narrative of others is what should be prioritised over all]. You should care about your characters, their actions and their resolution, it should be slightly emotional to let go of a good character that you have spent years on. Though, it becomes a problem when these emotions leak into roleplay itself and stop your character from actually performing how they would with what has been built for years, sudden 'preservation' instincts, making them break their morals to not PK, even avoiding PKs entirely and disparaging an entire group for your own personal gain. You should also never approach these characters similarly to tabletop characters, it is viewing the server in a closed lens when we compare the stakes of what this server actually presents to the player. DnD and most tabletop settings are following the few, where the world is crafted around them and their actions. Every single interaction that a DM does for a small, personal group, will always be with the end goal of entertaining and enjoyment of those playing it. It is like playing a single player RPG. Then comparing to this server, where hundreds of players actually craft the world, the circumstances and the existence that your character has been thrust into. It is a truly unique experience of a sandbox that has rules, limitations, hierarchies and experiences that go well beyond the structure of a typical RPG. It is a narrative that is not written by you, but you are able to contribute small amounts to this book to craft a story of a world that has existed beyond your input. It is the main appeal of LotC, being able to either be such a monumental figure, or just a passerby that could change someone's characters ambition with a few words. The depth of characters that you have on the server can be monumental, but you must always realise that every action you take is affecting another person's story, it is truly selfish to believe that you are the center of the universe and the server does punish those that think in this mentality with how easy it is to die for speaking out of turn in court, getting randomly attacked or even suffering massive defeat against creatures beyond your comprehension. You are allowed to feel emotion for your character's story, it allows for your own roleplay to be augmented by what a human[person] would truly feel in that situation. But it can never break into OOC or the outcome of roleplay itself, a PK is a sweet resolution of closure, a loss is a great way to build character, a win is a pursuing of goals, but all of these things are done to expand the story of those around you, not your own. Don't be a selfish roleplayer, this server does not need more of them

thanks grool

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what the **** dude

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Art by Kavishvan Thump, thump, thump, thump Within the ensnaring darkness, the thunderous echoes of the heart are felt within your senses. Each rhythmic beat follows a continuous melody that does not falter or stop. Thump, thump, thump, thump Your eyes open to a familiar scene, those of the swamps that lingered in fog. Yet your body lies attached to the central, gnarled tree that you once observed before. Your limbs, restrained and embedded into the wood, unable to tear themselves as you look around with quickened panic. Thump, thump, thump, thump. The heat of the swamp lingers upon your skin, as your head is held taut to remain straight ahead at all times. The deep, resounding echoes of the heart-beat are felt throughout your form, through your limbs, through your fingers and toes, deep within your head and deep within your stomach. Thump, thump, thump, thump. The emotion of panic seems to take your body, complete restraint as the blanket of claustrophobia ensnares you, enveloping you in its entirety as you remain suspended within the tree. Unable to move, unable to speak or scream, unable to do anything but look, and hear that sound that does not falter. Thump, thump, thump, thump. A lonesome goat is seen within the trees, it simply wanders forward as it goes to clamp upon the loose foliage that surrounds your vessel. It narrows its haired chin and chews, staring sheepishly towards you. It simply watches as the rain now plummets from the heavens, soaking the wretched swamp in the winds of the world. The cold water is felt against your skin as it hits your bound form, you try to twist your head but it remains firm, held by the restraints of your wooden prison. You close your eyes to avoid the rain, and then the darkness ensnares your vision. Yet the familiar sound continues as your own senses then feel every movement of the land. Every breeze, every foot that digs within your flesh, every grazing animal that chews upon your hair, every bird that burrows within your vessel. It is all felt, at once. A sensation that overwhelms you, where everything is realised and yet, nothing is known. Thump, thump, thump, thump. And so, ends the sickened vision.

indefinite bans been taking out members that'd abuse a warning system to continually do dogshit things. maybe the issue isnt the indefinite bans but the fostering of behaviors that these players are encouraging which is ultimately anti roleplay and gets people banned for disrupting the spirit of roleplay for ooc'ly scheming, intimidating and colluding in schemes to alter ic actions

Hollow. Empty. Silent. Your eyes flutter to from the darkness that consumed them, to large branches of a gnarled tree that protrudes from the center of your vision. The blackened wood remains cracked, twisting and knotted in its macabre beauty. Stones surround its form, scattered absently from the aftermath of destruction as the features of wood seem to protrude outwards. Endless faces carved into the wood, their mouths moving where no sound would leave from its form. Torn upon its upper roots lay the corpse of a beast of gold, its mane mattered and covered in crimson and black. Its form lays limp, its crimson dripping into the ground with sickening splashes that break through the silence. The endless expanse of wood was blanketed by the fog that clings to the area, the roots burrowing and anchoring as if the skies were trying to ensnare them into the clouds. The symphony of nature is replaced by an eerie silence that haunts its presence, the lack of nature encapsulates the grotto. The winds of humid heat cascade into nothingness as skin is brushed by the waking calm, a lingering threat of the unknown, of the unfound. Stagnant winds brush aside the dust of continuity, of change. All that awaits is the present, the now, the never. The Heart of the World now lies asleep, when shall it wake?

t. response to denying guns Think what we need is you away from the community :)

The Cloudbreaker’s Journey Long has the draconic beast plagued the lands of Almaris. From its first sightings amongst the people of Brev, to the driving of it from its lands that were near the seas of sand. It has lingered, strayed and become a sight for many to grow used to. The Almarian Society of Bounties and Beasts has now located an entry-way within the lands of fire to find the nest of this beast, we were able to track it into the deep, western mountains but no further without fear of death. So we grant this opportunity and tell you to ride along the coastline of the west, once the water fades there will be a guided valley that shall take you to where we believe the nest of the beast is. If any are stupid enough to hunt it, then do so. Or at least ensure that the beast does not plague our lands any longer. It hunts for food it cannot find in its own lair, perhaps there may be a way to entice it to stay where it belongs? Good luck Adventurers and Almarians.

As I do thank you descendants for your work with the compilation of works from Aegis and Asulon. We are still actively seeking texts from this era and recountings of its time, so I do beg of you to search through any works that you have, or write your own and take credit to become an esteemed scholar. We will then move towards the compilation of texts over the next period of time, which shall be Anthos, Athera and Vailor. These three continents are filled with pivotal movements of all the descendants, with threats following forth and allowing for us to truly appreciate that of the past. The peaceful times that we live in now are something that was not even dreamed of, and this means that there is history to tell within these eras. Specific areas of interest that we are looking to gather knowledge upon are below: Anthos ✎ The Rise and Fall of the Holy Orenian Empire and the Exodus ✎ The Formation of the Conclave [And exploration into the dissolution of Malinor] ✎ The Dwarven Threat [An Exploration on their power post-exodus] Athera ✎ The Death of King Vydra ✎ The Rise of Laure’lin ✎ The Legacy of Kalenz Uradir ✎ The Ibleesian corruption of Renatus ✎ The Empire of Khorvad Vailor ✎ The Duke’s War ✎ The Assassination of Guy De Bar [And the formation of the New Holy Orenian Empire] ✎ The Plague Above are the topics we are wishing for critical works and analysis upon for the new library. These will grant 100 mina per entry and then all other information surrounding the lands above will be granted 75 mina each. These can be submitted next to the awakening place of the Cloud Temple, there is a monk next to a chest to the left that will allow for you to deposit your entries in. It will take a year of analysis to verify your books and entries to be legitimate and not complete nonsense. With such, we will then further arrange payment and take the name of those who submitted it for the purpose of immortalisation. Do know, that now entries surrounding Aegis and Asulon have been increased to 150 - 200 mina respectively to represent the higher demand for them. Thank you, shall the Triumvirate guide you. Monk Florencio, Keeper of Knowledge