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"Only fools and traitors allow themselves to be captured without loss of life or limb. Perhaps the outlying vassals need to give more training for their peoples, or start brewing potions to ease them peacefully away," remarked a devoutly loyal, and perhaps now jaded, Imperial youth who's entire life had now been consumed by the war.

Love this. Sent you a DM and some money!

This ain't it, man. Good luck on the PR front. Also I love you @Telanir, see you lurking on the thread. Show up in-game once or twice for us again buddy.

Naztherak for the magic, Azdrazi for the community.

The crafting system itself mixed with the awful resource system makes me yearn for vanilla minecraft crafting tables. Any person who visits multiple mines (with the nation modifiers on them) or the same mine multiple times a day should be able to walk away with a set of armor and a sword minimum.

I think it's absolutely wild that I can hit three x2 modifier Iron mines in a single day and still not have enough iron to make a set of armor.

"Good to know we're not undead!" says one of the twin guards to the other after being tested.

"What? Since when!" shouts a young man sworn to the Count of Metz, unaware he even had an interest in women.

A young guardsman dreams that night, for unknown reasons, of shooting a mouthy priest. In the morning he awakens, refreshed and smiling.

Somewhere in the Seven Skies, Admiral Oisin O'Rourke, the first Count of his house, stands with a proud smile knowing that his kin still serve honorably in his most beloved line of duty.

"What? I don't get a vote?" says the very angry bartender of the Pour House, "But I am old enough to shoot dwarves now!"

"I got one, I got one!" the young Auvergnian bartender of the Imperial capital cheered, his status as a young levy changing with the subtle click of metal gears rolling forth as the locking nut of the weapon rolled, string releasing bolt with a subsequent 'Twang!' sound of the Arbalest he bore into battle. And with the death of a Legionnaire, adorned in fine armor trimmed in the color's of his clan, a child was changed, an Imperial soldier was born.

Old paladin lore was a tad different iirc I remember the tenant baiting with Elysium very well, as well as us having delmodan bait someone to the druid grove so we could bag and disconnect them for tenants, and the subsequent argument OOCly about the exact tenant wording after.

Chaos DC followed by immediate killing of said character is the real problem and goes against the spirit of "monk revival" for what ultimately boils down to OOC shenanigans.

"Hmm, how can I make this about me?" the young Auvergnian youth who worked the bar in Rittersberg joked, reading both the Emperor's declaration and the Horde's unnecessary 'response'.

Lorraine is always looking people. We have a few different nobility folks in the families, some knightly aspirations, a military company, and run several businesses across the Empire - Including the Capital's tavern. Always RP to be found.

Yes if ownership is passed over through RP means. What is the alternative you'd even consider; Do you expect staff to world edit the tiles back to their original states after someone gets conquered/wiped out, or something different? The former isn't very good for narrative or story telling, and playing musical chairs with LC regions is kinda jarring when exploring the map.

man.

I enjoy the Empire and what it brings to the server, I just wish there weren't so many empty McMansions and instead more small villages like Grense. Makes the Empire feel more vast that way and areas where it feels like one can work their way up through the social hierarchies, or just be a simple villager.

"Neither Ulfar or Alaric paid me my portion of that fancy Star-metal we recovered in the mineshaft. Feck'em both I say... unless one wants to finally pay up," a young Tosia Grandaxe remarks on the state of Dwed affairs.

Free mick. I refuse to believe he girlbossed hard enough to warrant a ban without seeing it for myself. He's a genuinely good guy. Just a few moments ago he sent me an 8 hour loop of the brown note when he heard I was going to the restroom. Would a vile person do that? I think not...

The Eye of Aulkhorian rested within blackened halls foreign to her, the fading footsteps of the Chosen of Azdromoth echoing into silence as her broken voice sung out in lament, in anger, as she pondered the events that ensued. They lacked the Conviction. Her song's tone shifted to that of humor, the hallowed visions she granted to the followers of Mankind's folly besetting them with the truth and racking their mind's with the spirits of the fallen Heralds. Hilarity breaking over her visage as the image of Knights and Would-be Crusaders grappling foes that not exist came to the fore of her thoughts. Her mind wandered to Aulkhorian - A master missing, unshackled in her quests and journey. Asioth denied in return for such beliefs and truths shared to her in secret. What would the Inquisitor do? How would he perceive these familiar-yet-foreign foes, she wondered, concluding upon one thing. Fate held future wonders for the children of Horen.