The Great Mongol Khan

MC Name: Gangass_KhanRP Name: Dragan VolkarPersona ID: 82170

I thought these were going to be memoirs from a stripper.

"Make remove of Jentos!" shouts an Anthosian Raevir.

*Insert Modern Warfare 2 Lobby*

Name: Drayden Volkar Age: 125 Gender: Non-binary demi-god Race: Mali'ker (OOC) Username: Gangass_Khan Discord: N/A Timezone: Eastern

This brings back Minecraft pre-launch beta memories

*Insert confidential love letters*

Based and red pilled

To be completely honest, situations like this make me question why I even come back to this server after 10 years of being here. Its narrative is stagnant to the point of insanity. YOU, staff, need to honestly come to understand that making things more complex because you guys did something cool doesn't trump simple clicking when it comes to war claims. This whole map has been trying to remake the wheel, from all the node and crafting plugins to this. Stop wasting your own time and everyone else, the bottom line is vanilla based systems work. If you want something unique don't throw minecraft's vanilla functions out the window. Stop trying to code a video game and work on strengthening the code of the server. The best thing this server could do is go back to its barebone functions of being a Minecraft based RP server. Start getting rid of staff teams unless they do their functions in a timely manner, remove a lot of the red tape and let players create their own narratives again. This is the most pressing issue. At this point, nations should just rally on the main world and duke it out without staff intervention. The bureaucratic state of LOTC is sucking the fun and creativity out of a lot of potential roleplay. If you guys can't make something work, hand it over to the players or downgrade your ambitions.

[Disclaimer: Nothing within this thread is publicly distributed information. Any utilization of any information on this thread for roleplay reasons would be metagaming.]

▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌ 𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝕿𝖜𝖔: 𝕬 𝕵𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 ▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌ 13𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉, 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗 56 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖌𝖊 [𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 27𝖙𝖍, 2021] Today I found myself within the lands of Oren. I ventured within the beautiful city and did some exploration. I must give the Orenian architects the credit they deserve; this is a masterfully constructed metropolitan area. The best of all, a hidden gem of wood reigns towards the church grounds of the city. I am sure many of the citizens of New Providence (aside from the explorative types such as myself) have little to no knowledge of its existence. Unfortunately I could not find any game. The palace itself is quite the construction to be admired. It is a large monolith of a structure, most certainly the largest I have seen in these lands of Almaris so far; adorned with towering structures and a clock mounted above the entrance. Within the palace, I had the pleasure of befriending the Emperor, His Imperial Majesty Philip III. He appears to be quite a caring and friendly leader. We exchanged small dialogue on the beauty of his most humble abode and the rooms that lay within. The palace was bustling with activity and meetings during my duration of time there. It seems all of the Imperial State Army were to be tending to war efforts, leaving him unguarded. I took it upon myself, which he felt comfortable with, the duty of guarding His Imperial Majesty during his activities for the day. I joined him in a meeting he was to attend with what seems like a displaced Prince of Norland. The Prince was unhappy with the current state of affairs with their Kingdom and sought to aid the Empire in their ongoing war with the coalition formed against them. He and the Emperor settled on helping within the war effort in exchange for land that his displaced Norlanders may settle within as well as keep their freedom to worship their religion within the Imperial fold. He informed me of another meeting to be had that day as I guarded him throughout a stroll in his imperial capital. The Sohaer of the High Elves was scheduled to meet him, to which we returned to the palace where it was safest and lounged about until their arrival. The high elves soon arrived at the doors of the palace with their leader, the Sohaer, introducing himself to the Emperor as Braxus Ni’leya. After some small talk, the ensemble of humans and high elves made their way towards the throne room of the palace. Standing before the Emperor, Sohaer Braxus Ni’leya, congratulated His Imperial Majesty on the ‘The Great Revival’ within Oren that his rise to power had created. The Sohaer explained the current situation within his Kingdom. He was recently appointed as the leader of the High Elves within the past year. He spoke of the dark path Oren was heading down before the emperor’s enthronement and compared it to the recent history of his own lands to which he was also recently throned. He coined his reign as a great revival as was his compliment to Philip III’s current reign over the Holy Orenian Empire. The conversation was going decently well for a while until the Sohaer kept rambling on about the poetic nonsense of his people’s situations and their endurance. He seemed very self indulgent into the glory of his people, not realizing that he was in a meeting with the head of state of a nation that dwarfs his in comparison. Emperor Philip III, seemed quite unamused and uninterested in the ongoing monologue by the Sohaer about the prestigious legacy of his nation. His Imperial Majesty whispered to me that he was going to “jump off the side of the palace if he didn’t get to the point.” When his monologue was finally over the Emperor praised GOD in a hushed tone amongst the individuals in his dias. Finally he spoke of a fraudulent Princess of ‘Aheral, who killed a few of his citizens and threatened his own life. He was taken to a people known as the ‘Fenn and his words with them prevented his death. Then he continued to ramble on about lawful authority in another self indulgent retelling of the events that almost caused his death. It seemed at this point, every one of the Orenians were disenchanted with his words and I must say, this Sohaer is not an effective speaker at all. I pray for the safety of his people if this is how he councils with foreign powers. I’m surprised that his words with the ‘Fenn saved his life instead of sending him to an early grave. The Emperor spoke with him about the war he was confronted with, it seems the war with the dwarves of Urguan began before his reign and that he intended to conclude the unfulfilled honor war within his own administration. It also seems the High Elves are in a cold war with the Princedom of Fenn. The Sohaer suspects that the Princedom of Fenn is propping up the pretender that seeks to usurp his throne. The Emperor expressed his concern to stay neutral in elven affairs and vowed that he would not raise a sword against the Sohaer and his people. The Sohaer then brings up that he has seen the Ferryman, which is a major force in the war against the Empire, in association with the bands of individuals that seek to dethrone him. This seemed to be an act of persuasion on his part to entice the Emperor to offer his hand to them in their civil war. He then told Philip III, that the same people he spoke of before are truly in league with one another and attack not just him but the lands of Elysium and Elvenesse as well. He dug in more so on his pleas for an alliance with Oren and what the two states could achieve. However, the Emperor and the Arch-Chancellor brought up historical points of reference for when Oren has been negatively impacted by interfering with their affairs. The Emperor expressed numerous times to the Sohaer that he did not want to open up another front of the current war he was fighting. A woman next to the Emperor chimed in and began attacking the Sohaer verbally after more of his continued and desperate pleas for an alliance; “Some might think a Sohaer would have a refined skill in diplomatic courtesy.” she struck forth to him. I think it is safe to assume this is Philip III’s wife, the Empress or another close relative of his. The Sohaer brought up his private meetings with Elysium and Elvenesse at aiding the Empire and seeing them win the conflict. However the Emperor shot down this request telling the Sohaer to bring forth all parties for a meeting and he may consider it. The Sohaer continued to try to hammer in that his enemies were already actively fighting against the Empire. The Emperor affirmed to the Sohaer that if he brought representatives from Elysium and Elvenesse to him within three saint’s days, then he would greatly consider or go through with an agreement of alliance with the High Elves. Upon further rambling by the Sohaer, the Emperor asked us of the dias what our thoughts were. We all expressed our concern and hesitance to him signing any pacts with them. However we all thought it was best to let the man try to scramble together his idealized coalition. I told the Emperor that I personally thought the Sohaer was a diplomatic dunce. Although I am quite interested to see how this might unfold. The Emperor then spoke forth and told the High Elves that he will speak to his council and they will be given an answer within a saint’s day, however I doubt the outcome will favor them. The two then bid each other a respectful farewell and thus concluded this long and drawn out meeting of desperation of the Sohaer and the calm and collected Emperor Philip III. At the end of the whole exchange, Emperor Philip III had little to say than that he would think about what was offered as well as a deep sigh before exiting the throne room towards his bed chambers. ▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌

▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌ T̴̡̳̠͚̺̻̯͇̫̖̽̔̓́͘͠h̴̞̹̃̆̔͝e̵̡̗̘̰̹̰̤͔̒̑͒̈̚̚͜͝ ̴̣͉̱̗͆̔͒̌͋̓̀̑̎͑À̵͔̗͎̠̻̣̥̻̋͆d̴̢͓͕̭̩͒̔͆̾͋̅͒͗v̶̼̭̬̱͓̊̇̒e̵͍̭̩̅̔̾͘͜ṇ̷͚̳̲̉̄̋̏́̌ț̸̲̏̌̏̅͠ử̷̢̮̪̖͕̜̜̭̩́̽̐͒̃̾͘ṛ̷̆̑́͐̓̓̃̈́̕e̶̝͕̺̻͈͌̋̓s̸̘͕͕͉̮͍̼̳̈́̑̒̽͗̆͋ ̴̛̝̹͈̤͓̩͍͚̌̂̓͘̚̚ǫ̵̹̯̙͈̮̮̪͉̓̌̏͆͒̔͊̚͠͝f̴̡͓̠̞̯̹̲̟̑̂̈́͒̍̍̿ͅ ̶̛̱͍̙̼̞̼͇̘̈́͑̽̓͜͜D̸̟̬̻̲̰͍̫̪̔̽̾͝r̴̛̛͚̠̯̯̟̤̥͈̿̆ä̷̡̙͇͈̼̣͖̻̤̙́ÿ̷̯̦͙̘͎̰̦̜̤̙́d̶͎̣͖̲̟͒̂̅͛͂͝e̶̢̢͙̦̰͚̽̓ń̷̡͎͈̣̣̭̈̂́̆̒́ ▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌ 𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝕺𝖓𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕹𝖚 𝕷𝖔𝖈 ▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌ 20𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓’𝖘 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗 56 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖌𝖊 [𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 24𝖙𝖍, 2021] From the snow ridden fields of distant lands I formerly used to call home, I found my knees weakening from my sustained journey across the lands of Almaris. A land only whispered of from where I come forth from. The lands I hail from grew in-hospital due to the fleeing wildlife. With a shrinking supply of available sustenance, I knew all too well that I would not survive the coming winter. And then there it was, the glittering gates of Nu Loc, famed home of the Lectors of Owyn; an order of scholars, beast hunters, and holymen. I have always admired the reputation they garnered for themselves throughout the years of their time in this land and in Aeldin. I approached the gates and waited around for an altercation within the city to be resolved. From the other side of the gate, a man named Father Paco opened the gates and beckoned me forth to the tavern. I shared with him my expressed interest in joining the Lectors. I have always been drawn towards the alchemical and beastial in nature due to my life of foraging and hunting wildlife. He spoke with me about the Path of Owyn, and that there is an induction week to earn your rightful spot among their ranks. I would soon have to undergo seven days of trials within their order to prove my worth to them, to which we would begin after the Krugmas Holiday. He directed me toward another man in the tavern about settling a new home within the city, a man named, Lord Quentin Brae. I approached him quietly and he greeted me as I took my seat at the counter of the tavern. He comes off as a friendly and hospitable man. He noticed my ashen skin, and spoke to me of the other members of their community who shared similar lineage to me. Unfortunately none of them are my relatives, not that I know any of my own blood to begin with. He recommended I try some ‘scrib jelly’. To his surprise I have never tried it before but apparently it is a delicacy amongst the ‘Dunmer’ people as he called us. Most of my diet throughout my life has consisted of the elk, wild boars, and other foraged plants that I hunted and gathered throughout the years. I went looking around the stalls of the city to try some of this ancestral food, however it seems nobody was in stock of it. Upon returning to Lord Brae with my head held low, he recommended I try some Du Locian Candied Gravel balls harvested from their gravel mine. Apparently this ‘food’ is a delicacy here and only eaten from gravel dug up from the earth of the city. He insisted that I try some and ran off within the city. Returning with a glowing smile on his face, he handed me some to try. He stared at me relentlessly in anticipation for me to chew one of his ‘delicious’ gravel treats, to which I did by obligation to his hospitality. It is safe to say I do not enjoy the taste of gravel coated candies. But with a grimacing look in my eyes, I had to give him a half hearted smile so as to not offend him. After that unpleasant experience, Lord Brae and I spoke about my settling within the city. However, it seemed all of the houses were under ownership and there were no vacancies; I guess the prospect of no taxes was quite the attraction for many of the descendants of Almaris. He did mention that there was available land outside of the city walls. We settled upon a sizable lot of land beside the gate for the sum of 300 minas. It is a good thing I sold many of my belongings and wares before making the trek here to Almaris. I have only just arrived in these lands and have already acquired a nice place to build a quaint home for myself. ▌════════════════════❖════════════════════▌

My ass hurts from the speed of my horse, Im suing Telanir and Tythus.

Sorry to hear the happened to you BD, I enjoyed our short time of collaboration and wish you nothing but the best in life! Farewell my friend!

Wahtagwan myu

Sike.

R-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Seriously tho, stop with the "R's" you degenerate narcissistic zoomers

"I want my name back." says a dark elf named Maelstrom.

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"**** it why not!"