Zebanamana

((This is pretty good zeb, come back on, the church needs some good writers like this))

((I will continue writing for the faith I guess. But I don't think I will come on any more than on occassion. What ever stuff I put up is yours to do with as you please, even if you do not want to use it.))

From beyond the grave Zibaen coughs, "Bullshit you were 108 when you died! You were older than me, and I was 103 in 1392! It's been 67 years since I died! Liar!"

Zibaen then goes back to being dead.

Will I ever see my donkey companion again? Was his name Allen?

Pound for pound, how many pugs do you think you could take in a fight?

Are you going to get rid of the corruption in the Malaysian Government anytime soon?

I would like you to find the missing plane.

Start lifting bro. Everyone loves jacked chef's trust me.

I need a new minecraft account, when are we going to roleplay like the good old days? We need a mountain inn and an undead necromancer inn keep.

Across the lands of the Fringe, lacquered wooden tubes could be found tightly sealed and coated in pine tar. They would be found in fields to be dug up by poor farmers, at the bottom of lakes, beneath the loose stones of a cobble street, and in some cases libraries of strange collectors. Emblazoned on the wood is the double cross of the Faith of Oren, and within each is the same aged scroll from a bygone era: 

A Brief Dissertation on Metaphysical Knowledge

Researched and Written by:

Lord Gilneas of House Vivyaen

Chaplain of the Faith,

and Lord Steward of the Holy Oren Empire.

1425

Never hath I be’en capable of comprehending the silence of true isolation as I hath in these virgin lands. Always hath I be’en in proximity to the great centers of populations, but nary hath I stepped foot into a land as unmarred by the descendant races as I have when I arrived here from Elysium accompanied only by a company of softer-minded work men. Forsooth, in meditation I believe I hath ventured further into the realms of the transmundane than most men  devoid of magical energies hath before.

On the mount that crowns the site of His Majesty, the Emperor Godfrey’s future capital, I fasted for a week. Through the pain of starvation, the thin air of the mountain top, and the smoke of incense I saw through shimmering windows of consciousness and time the wonders of all worlds, and they were beautiful. This dissertation shall begin by describing these wonders, then I shall describe mine method of experiencing them (however I shall exclude specifics as an act of caution), and I will conclude by discussing the implications of this discovery.

The sixth day of mine fast yielded unprecedented results in my meditation. Though construction continued on the city below, the silence, both tangible and spiritual was overwhelming, and I could hear what previously was muted. I hath termed it the Cloud of Voices, and it came to me as an ever shifting mass of vibrations. I immersed mineself within the Cloud of Voices; my starvation becoming an imperceptible minor occurrence in these universes of infinite knowledge. I heard voices speak my name, and the names of all I knew, and they described the actions of our pasts that were both known and unknown. To my great surprise, I learned of the events of this new land, and the lands of Elysium though I was so far removed from them. I also learned of events to come, from what seemed logical and probable, to the most strange and impossible of conjectures. The voices spoke of all the denizens of Aegis and Asulon personally and impersonally as if they were a cast of characters tied together by bonds none could comprehend. They spoke of the past, present, and future in a way that inspired primal fear within me, and overwhelmed as I was, I listened for new voices.            

Within the Cloud, I listened to a cacophony of voices singing tales of different worlds, different technologies, and different beings in all the languages there ever was, is, and will be, and in this chorus I realized how insignificant we children are to the Grandeur of Creation.

I awoke from my stupor on the seventh day lying upon the shore of a great and unrecognizable sea. The sky was black but glow’d with an ethereal luminescence; beneath it waves of parchment ebbed and flowed. I stood an ant upon the coast of the Sea of Scrolls and awed at the infinite compendium of wisdom before me. I swam amongst the waves, lost in characters, symbols, and languages of every people, of every nation, of every realm, and world, and universe within the great multitude.

The papers lacerated me as I propelled myself through the waves, and I bled the blood of knowledge and the crimson of my veins was the ink of my essence. From the sea I found every text of our world; every text of Aegis, Asulon, the Verge, Elysium, Kalos, this virgin land, and all lands we inhabited before and will traverse in the future. The deeper I swam the more I learned of our Creation, and the discourses of our universe’s natural laws as written by the Aenguls and the Daemons, and the further out I swam the more dissimilar the knowledge written applied to our present waking reality.

I awoke the night of the seventh day back on the top of the mount that would crown the future capital. I understood now the essence of our nature and the nature of all things, and I wept at the horror mine senses experienced. Man all-knowing, cannot be a man living free.  I saw that which the Creator hath seen, and heard, and spoken, and written; I know now the sin I, and others like me, hath committed.

---

My method was perfected in the years I spent aiding and directing the construction of the future city. I shall write of it in sweeping generalities so as to prevent others from achieving this heresy. Three months I subsisted off of a diet of honey combs taken from bees of the western marches, tea of mint taken from the forests of the south, and the substantial root of a native tree from the far west of the continent. On the third of every week at the break of dawn and the fall to dusk I meditated at the summit of the mount hanging by dislocated arms from the boughs of an apple tree.

Every seventh day, I performed self-flagellation of a specific number and frequency and prayed until the dawn of the next day. The final week of the three months I ceased my diet and subsisted only upon a cask of wine that had been distilled and aged beside the fallen stars in the Holy Land of Asulon. The sixth day of my fast began my visions.

I will not yield the in-depth specifics of my method, knowing that others will attempt what I hath done to achieve power and greatness. What I hath done is heresy, yet it must be understood that the extent of our Father’s Creation is greater and more complex than anything precedented. The knowledge taken from the Cloud of Voices and the Sea of Scrolls may be observed, but its use would be tantamount to the highest order of sins.

I understand now a phenomenon which hath plagued us voyagers between lands. The occasions in which individuals or groups of people would obtain information and knowledge that would be impossible for them to have ever possibly learned. The people who appear knowing all, yet hath never spent an hour learning. Those who doth appear and know the name and history of an individual they hath never known, or in stranger cases when they refer to individuals by strange codes and monikers. These individuals hath listened to the Cloud of Voices or read from the Sea of Scrolls, perhaps by a fluke, or perhaps with malcontent.  In either case, it results in great illogical disruptions in time and perception. Individuals will retain forbidden knowledge one day, and hours and even weeks will be wiped from their mind the next. Populations that bore witness to an event that was triggered by such forbidden knowledge will split themselves between those who recall the event through various imperfect accounts, and those who hath forgotten and hath lost days, weeks, months, and even years of their lives as if the thread of their life was retract to a time before such knowledge was commonplace. In some cases the violators who caused such strange discrepancies in reality will vanish without  a trace some never to be seen again, and others who appear years or even decades later with stories as varied as grains of sand on a beach.

What is known becomes uncertain when individuals consume the fruits of Metaphysical Knowledge.

As such, to learn from the Cloud of Voices and the Sea of Scrolls should be considered punishable by death except to the greatest of beings who would never utter a word. Those that speak what only the Creator and his Highest of Creations may know  are the highest order of heretic for they seek to disrupt the order of our waking reality.

I, Gilneas of the House Vivyaen, shall seal this document and cast it out to sea where it shall join into the Sea of Scrolls until such a time that it is deemed reasonable for it to be seen by mortal eyes a’gain. I know that when this appears again that I shall be far from these virgin lands following my Emperor to the ends of the world and beyond for it is my duty. I plead mercy from the Creator for my sins, and beg that the knowledge of the potential abuses of these transmundane libraries shall be used to slay heretics who wish to reap the benefits of that which God only knows.

Deus Vult

((I wrote this back in November, but it became archived and I realized I really liked it. This is an attempt of explaining metagaming using loose metaphors for methods of metagaming. The Cloud of Voices would be services such as Skype, Teamspeak, cell phones, and other such things that can be used to transmit information between players that could be accidentally used to metagame. The Sea of Scrolls would be the forums and the internet as a whole that contains an abundance of information that would blow the mind of any character who was exposed to its vastness. This is also my attempt to make metagaming heresy. I see that it didn't work in November. Second try is a charm. 

Anyways feel free to tell me what you think of this. If I decide to play on this server again I plan to write more things like this.

Have you ever posted a picture in show yourself? If so, link? If not, post a picture homie.

He is beautiful trust me.

Hey Kai, sup? Going on hiatus I see. Tag me in when you need me. I got your back. #Aegisforlyfe

There was another voice that echoed out in the darkened streets of Abresi. Disconnected from the ambiance of the late night world, and far removed from any sensible context. Nitholiak Cincinna Vivyaen leveled his eyes to glare out the window of his study across the tiled rooftops of the city. The sanguine wine to which he invested his evenings was set aside beside a candle that spat and hissed with the last life of its wick. Ruminations and dissertations were laid scattered in a chaotic method upon the oaken desk from which he pondered.

"Thrice this night, quince two nights prior. Laundered opinions purloined from ethereal sources," The scholar spake as he wandered in distinct curiosity towards the window. The city slept as it always did at such an hour. Yet without fail there would be nights that would be accented by the strange out of place opinions of individuals seemingly adding themselves into discussions that were occurring possibly miles apart.

Nitholiak's eyebrows furrowed as he looked out at the empty streets. Political opinions, battle strategies, questions of the intelligence of others, and a plethora of other conversation topics were voiced in the empty streets, yet few seemed disconcerted by this phenomenon. "Anthosians hath awkward mannerisms. They are eager to voice their opinions to the voices that inhabit their dreams. Mayhap it is second sight, or a strange practice of preparation for physical interactions."

"Are you dumb!?" Echoed across the streets. No retort book-ended the question. 

The scholar grimaced, "We are all fecking dumb."

((Ancient lore as told IC by the Wandering Wizard isn't confirmed to be a literal or even factual account, this is to prevent the railroading of other IC religions. Blundermore says that because it's a correct statement.))

 

Gradluff begins drawing up plans for Oren Noble House Top Trumps to sell on the streets of Abresi. He also begins thinking of ways to steal this idea for other nations.

(("There were no planes of existence. There was nothing. Just the Void. And a bright shining light. It was not a light we could see, it was not really white either, but it would be the only way to explain the existence of such a Deity in contrast to the emptiness of the Void. None knows why, how or when this Deity existed. It is, in-fact, heresy to speculate on such matters. The all knowing God was this Deity.

Truly none can describe the majesty of the creator, the one and only. The Merciful Creator of the Seven Skys. With his intent, and only his intent, the World of Aegis was created. All he had to do was simply want it to occur and it happened. The rolling seas, proud mountains and vast landscapes, all in a second, created by God.

The World was not created in play or for fun, but as a theater for the inhabitants of the World to be tested in. And tested for what? Well, that is for us to speculate. Though I believe it is to test us for purity, how hard we can fight temptation, and how clean and good can our actions be."

-From the Ancient History as told by the Wandering Wizard

I am confused, a Creator diety/God is explicitly written about in the Ancient Lore. How can the statement that it does not exist in the lore be a correct one if it simply is not a correct one. (Even taking into account the possibility that the document is not literal or factual does not change the fact that it has been in the lore since day one.) ))

Cracker, I wanted to get your opinion on something. I do not know if I will make a post, considering that many may not give two shits to admit this truth. Do you believe the below is something you agree with being a problem with this game nowadays?

 

"In the beginning of Aegis, which coincided pretty close to a

multiplayer-friendly Minecraft, it was a time of curiosity in what we

could do on this game. People came for fun and with a mature, adult

administration that loved to compromise and saw the game as a sort of

small business where they carried agreed-upon authority and kept out of

sight, out of mind. We had a healthy amount of goodwilled players that

did not, at least from my experience, seek to preserve themselves in the

game. We understood it as a video game, as Minecraft, and played by

it's setting and limitations and felt content. The real issue came about

when certain individuals began to attach themselves to Lord of the

Craft in deeper ways, I can't play judge and jury and will not even try

to mention names of those responsible. This is a little recognize and

often 'pushed under the carpet' issue with multiplayer video games,

individuals seek to compliment themselves by striving for a heightened

and applauded place - an escapism if you will. This is not restricted to

video games, this is no new fact that folks turns to certain interests

with the desire to fill voids where present, be that due to family

problems or a feeling of pessimism and/or not finding their place in

"reality". The issue then turned into these certain individuals

blatantly trying to fight to retain what they had. The issue with

attachment is the desire to have it remain completely the same."

I agree. Something I've noticed is that people will do things that will have them be remembered in this game before they do anything that is fun, and they will do things that are fun for themselves before they consider how much fun they take away from other people as well. 

I personally think you all need to calm down and let the Adunians handle it on their own in-game. This thread and the posts upon it have utterly no use for anyone. If anyone wants to try influencing Adunia, they should do so in-game, and everyone who is not Adunian, or who does not play an Adunian character, or who does not play a character who participates in Adunian culture, should stop trying to fill their own sausage, and go back to their own ****.

 

It is really distasteful to see people who are either completely unrelated or whom have had no recent interest in the Adunians in the first place to attempt to tell them how to do their stuff. Let them build how they feel they should build. Let them talk how they want to talk. Let them wear what they want to wear, and let them do what they feel they need to do in-character.

 

Who gives a damn if Adunians were not always Celtic? Who gives a damn who created them? This is where they ended up, and now they need to pick up and figure out what they do next.

 

Rant end.

I agree with this. Despite what they were intended to be like, you can't retconn months of roleplay without doing it in character. So Owl, if you want to change the Adunians your best bet is to get a band of billy club wielding traditionalists to deal with the Celts.

Okay, I'm looking at this thread, and I'm sorry, but I am not a happy camper right now. This entire thread, as far as I can tell, basically sums up to "You've been doing everything wrong, and we're completely normal humans with funny accents." Correct me if I'm wrong, but haven't you just told us that

A),We shouldn't be wearing Kilts, or have any other Scottish/Celtic influence beyond accents, and

B), We don't even have a different height, meaning that we are quite literally just plain Humans. I mean, the accent barely even factors in, and it's certainly not enough to make us a separate peoples! I, for one, am not going to make myself a Human. I played Adunians because I liked what they were in early Anthos; Angry fighting Scotsmen, not just another guild declaring themselves a nation, and so I shall keep on playing as I have been before, until somebody gives me a legitimate reason not to.

Not to stop you from roleplaying an Adunian the way that you want to, but I had roleplayed with Axl (the creator of the Adunians) since they were around in Aegis. It was Everblue and I that were roleplaying with Adunians since even before Owl had heard of them, and I will tell you that they were never Scotsmen. I was there when Axl roleplayed rediscovering his roots, and I'll tell you that the roots of the history were deeply tied to the Dunedane (lost sword, last heir of a lost bloodline, longer lived but human, etc.) Artorus himself was very much modeled off of characters such as Aragorn and Eddard Stark.

As for the Scotsmen influence, I have no idea where it came from. I let Axl settle down in my duchy and they set up Ildon, and it was very much a typical Northern influenced human settlement that one day became Scottish. So Owl is right that the Scottish thing came out of left field, but then again it might not be a totally bad thing, the Adunians were fairly vanilla culturally beforehand. 

And the Adunians were really nothing more than a group that wanted to have a king for the longest time even though they really appeared out of nowhere.

Return to being a banner house to House Vivyaen and you shall see much prosperity and small government bureaucracy. 

The ghost of Zibaen Vivyaen nods his head to Kais from a golden cloud floating above,

"You did good my boy, you did good."

Benjian has spent the last half hour trying to force open the door of the Luna room that he had paid for.

"Who the hell locked me out of my own room! I paid good money on this!"

((Judging from the nature of the two war claims that have popped up, I am thinking that a few new types of war claim should be made; that being Civil Uprising and revolution. The discernible difference would be that a Civil War is a primarily a political insurrection (at least as outlined in the current war claim rules seeing as you need to have organized factions revolting) whereas a Civil uprising would be a social uprising that might start as protests and riots and then move into becoming an organized revolution.

Just my two sense. It really does not make sense that factions within a nation have no way of revolting unless they have a settlement backing them. It makes sense that a Civil War with the intention of splitting or usurping power would have this rule, but not for a civil uprising or revolution since those start in a very grassroots manner.))

On the shore of the Abresi Harbor a wooden tube is found sealed tightly and coated in pine tar. The tube has been weathered by the waters of the seas and the passing of time, but it is structurally intact, and has not had its seal broken. Emblazoned on the wood is the double cross of the Faith. Within is a scroll that reads as such:

A Brief Dissertation on Metaphysical Knowledge

Researched and Written by:

Lord Gilneas of House Vivyaen

Chaplain of the Faith,

and Lord Steward of the Holy Oren Empire.

1425

Never hath I be’en capable of comprehending the silence of true isolation as I hath in these virgin lands. Always hath I be’en in proximity to the great centers of populations, but nary hath I stepped foot into a land as unmarred by the descendant races as I have when I arrived here from Elysium accompanied only by a company of softer-minded work men. Forsooth, in meditation I believe I hath ventured further into the realms of the transmundane than most men  devoid of magical energies hath before.

On the mount that crowns the site of His Majesty, the Emperor Godfrey’s future capital, I fasted for a week. Through the pain of starvation, the thin air of the mountain top, and the smoke of incense I saw through shimmering windows of consciousness and time the wonders of all worlds, and they were beautiful. This dissertation shall begin by describing these wonders, then I shall describe mine method of experiencing them (however I shall exclude specifics as an act of caution), and I will conclude by discussing the implications of this discovery.

The sixth day of mine fast yielded unprecedented results in my meditation. Though construction continued on the city below, the silence, both tangible and spiritual was overwhelming, and I could hear what previously was muted. I hath termed it the Cloud of Voices, and it came to me as an ever shifting mass of vibrations. I immersed mineself within the Cloud of Voices; my starvation becoming an imperceptible minor occurrence in these universes of infinite knowledge. I heard voices speak my name, and the names of all I knew, and they described the actions of our pasts that were both known and unknown. To my great surprise, I learned of the events of this new land, and the lands of Elysium though I was so far removed from them. I also learned of events to come, from what seemed logical and probable, to the most strange and impossible of conjectures. The voices spoke of all the denizens of Aegis and Asulon personally and impersonally as if they were a cast of characters tied together by bonds none could comprehend. They spoke of the past, present, and future in a way that inspired primal fear within me, and overwhelmed as I was, I listened for new voices.            

Within the Cloud, I listened to a cacophony of voices singing tales of different worlds, different technologies, and different beings in all the languages there ever was, is, and will be, and in this chorus I realized how insignificant we children are to the Grandeur of Creation.

I awoke from my stupor on the seventh day lying upon the shore of a great and unrecognizable sea. The sky was black but glow’d with an ethereal luminescence; beneath it waves of parchment ebbed and flowed. I stood an ant upon the coast of the Sea of Scrolls and awed at the infinite compendium of wisdom before me. I swam amongst the waves, lost in characters, symbols, and languages of every people, of every nation, of every realm, and world, and universe within the great multitude.

The papers lacerated me as I propelled myself through the waves, and I bled the blood of knowledge and the crimson of my veins was the ink of my essence. From the sea I found every text of our world; every text of Aegis, Asulon, the Verge, Elysium, Kalos, this virgin land, and all lands we inhabited before and will traverse in the future. The deeper I swam the more I learned of our Creation, and the discourses of our universe’s natural laws as written by the Aenguls and the Daemons, and the further out I swam the more dissimilar the knowledge written applied to our present waking reality.

I awoke the night of the seventh day back on the top of the mount that would crown the future capital. I understood now the essence of our nature and the nature of all things, and I wept at the horror mine senses experienced. Man all-knowing, cannot be a man living free.  I saw that which the Creator hath seen, and heard, and spoken, and written; I know now the sin I, and others like me, hath committed.

---

My method was perfected in the years I spent aiding and directing the construction of the future city. I shall write of it in sweeping generalities so as to prevent others from achieving this heresy. Three months I subsisted off of a diet of honey combs taken from bees of the western marches, tea of mint taken from the forests of the south, and the substantial root of a native tree from the far west of the continent. On the third of every week at the break of dawn and the fall to dusk I meditated at the summit of the mount hanging by dislocated arms from the boughs of an apple tree.

Every seventh day, I performed self-flagellation of a specific number and frequency and prayed until the dawn of the next day. The final week of the three months I ceased my diet and subsisted only upon a cask of wine that had been distilled and aged beside the fallen stars in the Holy Land of Asulon. The sixth day of my fast began my visions.

I will not yield the in-depth specifics of my method, knowing that others will attempt what I hath done to achieve power and greatness. What I hath done is heresy, yet it must be understood that the extent of our Father’s Creation is greater and more complex than anything precedented. The knowledge taken from the Cloud of Voices and the Sea of Scrolls may be observed, but its use would be tantamount to the highest order of sins.

I understand now a phenomenon which hath plagued us voyagers between lands. The occasions in which individuals or groups of people would obtain information and knowledge that would be impossible for them to have ever possibly learned. The people who appear knowing all, yet hath never spent an hour learning. Those who doth appear and know the name and history of an individual they hath never known, or in stranger cases when they refer to individuals by strange codes and monikers. These individuals hath listened to the Cloud of Voices or read from the Sea of Scrolls, perhaps by a fluke, or perhaps with malcontent.  In either case, it results in great illogical disruptions in time and perception. Individuals will retain forbidden knowledge one day, and hours and even weeks will be wiped from their mind the next. Populations that bore witness to an event that was triggered by such forbidden knowledge will split themselves between those who recall the event through various imperfect accounts, and those who hath forgotten and hath lost days, weeks, months, and even years of their lives as if the thread of their life was retract to a time before such knowledge was commonplace. In some cases the violators who caused such strange discrepancies in reality will vanish without  a trace some never to be seen again, and others who appear years or even decades later with stories as varied as grains of sand on a beach.

What is known becomes uncertain when individuals consume the fruits of Metaphysical Knowledge.

As such, to learn from the Cloud of Voices and the Sea of Scrolls should be considered punishable by death except to the greatest of beings who would never utter a word. Those that speak what only the Creator and his Highest of Creations may know  are the highest order of heretic for they seek to disrupt the order of our waking reality.

I, Gilneas of the House Vivyaen, shall seal this document and cast it out to sea where it shall join into the Sea of Scrolls until such a time that it is deemed reasonable for it to be seen by mortal eyes a’gain. I know that when this appears again that I shall be far from these virgin lands following my Emperor to the ends of the world and beyond for it is my duty. I plead mercy from the Creator for my sins, and beg that the knowledge of the potential abuses of these transmundane libraries shall be used to slay heretics who wish to reap the benefits of that which God only knows.

Deus Vult

((Right I figure I should mention that you can take this or leave it. It is an attempt at a pseudo religious dissertation that would explain metagaming and the issues retconning roleplay would have on the understanding of time for our characters. The Cloud of Voices is symbolically Skype and Teamspeak for Lord of the Craft, and in a broader sense it is supposed to be vocal communication in all worlds. The Sea of Scrolls is a very thinly veiled metaphor for the forums and then the internet as an extension. Again take it or leave it. Your character can simply believe this is the rantings of a madman, and it very well could be, he did starve himself and only drink wine for a week.))

((Rp Part))

Name: Benjian

Race and Subrace: Human

Age:15

Current citizen of what Nation: Homeless

Military Experience(None Needed): Many brawls

I, Benjian, agree that by becoming a Sea-Strelt I will serve Ruska/Oren, along with House Ruthern to the best of my abilities.If I must, I will die for my Nation and the House I serve.  By signing this, I abolish all other oaths not related to Ruska/Oren and the Church, and agree to be completely loyal to Ruska and House Ruthern, and will never disobey the superiors of my Nation.

((OOC Part))

MC Name: clayman730

Do you have Skype: yep

Do you have TeamSpeak: yep

Are you willing to make a VA within a two week time period, if you do not already have one((1a,2a,2c minimum)): Possibly. To be honest probably not, I am busy with school work a lot.

The katana vs. European sword discussion/argument is probably in the top ten of the worst things the internet has ever created

"With alarums I must be declar'n tha' kings in no matta' of speakin' are true. A king tha' comes about declar'n 'imself the leader of man by divine precedent ain't a king at all. Forsooth'n I shalleth make the declarum tha' the institution of birth and conquested right to rule art naught but farcical notions of what'n our lord the Creator truly desireth." Theodred the swineherder turned revolutionary spoke from atop a cabbage wagon at the Great Anthos crossroads holding the Regent's Declaration into the air to a host of disenfranchised Orenian and Salvatians adorned in the brown and red of the Collectivist Revolution.

"The Creator is the only King I'll follow!" A child from the ranks of the Collectivists shouted.

Theodred nodded cockily to the child, "Aye! No kings! Only God!"

"NO ARISTOCRATS ONLY THE WORKING MAN!" The Collectivists shouted in response to the slogan.

"We shall march into the Imperial Palaces of Anthos! We shall toss the oppressive thrones of these Oligarchical Nations into the fire of a new industry! We shall melt the gold and the silver pedestals that raise these nobles above us and we shall redistribute the wealth for all man!  None shall starve! None shall want! We shall live free and equal! We shall fulfill our roles in industry! We shall forge from the ashes of Monarchy a Republic that shall last until the end of time! We shall be welcomed into the Seven Gardens of the Skies by the Creator himself and there we shall live as the Collective of Man until the Void swallows creation!" A man rose from the depths of the crowd leading a piebald pony in his wake. One eyed and wise Cleisthenes Marx approached the cabbage cart adorned in torn and dirtied brown and red robes, the leader of the Collectivists, the Symbol of the working man.

"Let them exhaust themselves with declarations of falsehood! The common man knows full well they are all false! And they shall know too when the sharpened scythes of the Collectivists and the Republicans part them with their heads!"

The crowd surged with anticipation, with eagerness, and certainty! 

"Absolutism is the root of Chaos! Burn the aristocrats, and plant the seeds of Democratic Collectivism!"

The mobs and rioters and revolutionaries continued on, spurred by Cleisthenes Marx chanting:

"BURN THE ARISTOCRACY!"

"DEFILE THE OLIGARCHS!"

"NO KINGDOM ONLY REPUBLIC!"

"Nero is a stain on human history! One who defiles the names and pedigrees of his prestigious ancestors!" The recently exalted former cutthroat Benny shouts from beneath the statue of Abresi square. The democratic revolution he had urged forward with the aid of Theodred the Swineherder and Cleisthenes Marx had gained momentum within the ranks of the peasantry of Anthos. The weak and downtrodden who received none of the heroic benefits that the Monks of Cloud Temple sought to bestow on some now saw fit to take destiny into their own hands with the strength of enlightened preaching.

"Our history is not something to be shamed, be it the history of monarchs and tyrants! We are all Son's of Horen! We all live and thrive in his teachings of order and historic remembrance!" Before Benny stood the crowds of men bearing hammers and sickles in outrage.

"Kill the false Horen!" A farm hand cried out to the cheers of the congregation.

"Aye!" Benny declared raising a crossbow in the air, the symbol of swift unwavering death. "Nero is no Horen, likely a bastard born of a mule and a tavern wench that crawled its way into a palace. Nay, a man who prefers a sickly, mutated bird in favor of the dragon that is Oren deserves a bolt through his heart, and his head on a pike to be pissed upon by all mankind, and even uruks.

"Aye! Behead Nero the Rat! Pull the entrails from Nero the Leech! Flay the skin from Nero the whoreson! Castrate Nero the Excrement!"

The cries echoed from the crowd in mirth, ready to destroy he who defiled their history while paving the way for a glorious Communist Democracy!

He only spawned minas. I see his point on how people over-dramatize things.

For spawning digital money that can easily be corrected people are quick to declare Gaius morally reprehensible, or vile, or in the wrong, and tell him how bad he is.

Back in my day we would say "You're on probation for spawning that ****, don't do that again." instead of "Oh how could you! We trusted you! We all trusted you! You were a role model to me and little Johnny! I have never felt this sting of injustice and darkness coming from your soul. Oh we shall bemoan this betrayal! My trust has forever been shaken!"

 

"Oi, so dost that meaneth we art all equal?" An astute pigherder raises his filthy hands in the air, "Oi've thought quit some time a'but us bein' equal, but O'im gonna hath to sayeth that I shain't be fightin' boiy tha soide of no dwarf. Dost no one remembereth that they are accursed?" 

He sniffles slightly and looks about him confidently and spots a noble woman by her lonesome, "She is a fine wench that hath enslaved me and moine with them arbitrary class erm . . . Conditions," Theodred this fine pigherder declared indignantly has he ripped the pearl necklace from the neck of the noble woman. "Now dis 'ere wench doth obtaineth these 'ere jewels by the fruit of poor men's labor, so if'n we starting over an' no longer bein' selfish than I declare the wealth o' them nobles ta be tha' wealth of tha' people!"

A one eyed peasant salted with age nodded strongly in agreement; he had since his youth aspired to spread his political inclinations among the people of Anthos, but had not the means to do so before. "Aye! We should not allow ourselves to suffer beneath the heels of Absolutism anymore! Oppressed socially, and oppressed economically we have been! But there is no difference between a pig herder and a king! And the wealth that hath filled the coffers of the aristocracy must be distributed among the masses where we shall  spend it equally as a community of man!"

A cutthroat without any direction in life stepped forward knocking the disgraced noblewoman to the ground, "And we shall topple the  aristocracy! And the nobility! And replace it all with a system with which we elect representatives from a portion of various populated districts to act as constituents to the desire of the voting man, and each representative shall server ten year terms before they are brought before an appeal panel where their services shall be critiqued and deemed worthy of reelection." From his pocket the cutthroat Benny pulled a dagger to pick his teeth, "And from the parliament of the people we shall vote from one among them a President of the Parliament to be our Head of State for a period not exceeding 7 years"

The one eyed peasant Cleisthenes Marx smiled and shouted, "Down with the false Kings! We shall change the world with Representative Democracy and a fair and equal economic policies that reflect mankind as a community!"

And with a cheeky grin Theodred the pig herder yelled, "And it shall be called Communism!"

((So people were planning to leave for a year, and suddenly most left at the same time? I doubt it))

((My apologies if you do not believe that, but considering I am friends with the people who left and have been talking to the people who left, I can confirm that people are unhappy with the server, have been unhappy with the server, been thoroughly discontented with the way things have been handled and how the community is and have had the desire to leave. Mog leaving was the straw that broke the camels back for a lot of us, so when Mog left the leaders of different factions left, and when those leaders left the members of those factions left. This has been a long time coming.))

((I am willing to talk about this in PMs so we don't clutter the thread though.))

((What's with so many people leaving? What happened yesterday?))

((Most of us lost our incentive to play. Everyone who left has been planning on leaving for like a year now. Mog leaving was really the only inspiration everyone needed.))

Alright. So instead of addressing this problem, we're instead pushing it aside like a child does with the vegetables on his plate. We're not solving this, we're making it so we won't see it. Tell me something. If you've seen this so often, have you made an attempt to help them improve their RP? Have you once sent them a PM and said "Hey, I'd like to talk to you about..." and genuinely tried to improve someone's RP? I'm going to just go ahead and say no. Why? Because it's not your job and you shouldn't have to do it. So instead, here we are. Replacing the entire system because we don't want to make an attempt to help those struggling with the current and instead creating a new system that regardless of what happens, people may not be able to improve in. 

They did address it and try to quell the amount of ban reports that dealt with Powergaming. Thus led to the rise of the incessant app for everything. Extended villainy, magic of all sorts, do you have lore for a weapon? Do you have lore for a specific fighting style? How many hours irl have you trained your character in this method? 

We tried to quell the amount of powergamers by adding apps and bureaucracy, and most people hate it because it sucks the fun right out.

    I have yet to meet an Aegis player who wants to revert back to default of pvp.

 

Hey. I do. It was far superior.