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  • Birthday 10/16/1998

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    Torsun Blackhand
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  1. What are people's obsession with wanting to keep kids on this server? If you are over 18 wanting to play with kids all day seek help immediately. If you are underage, you are better off not on here!

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    2. Serf

      Serf

      @Hunnic Tell me what's easier for moderation. Spending and dedicating resources to honey pot suspects unpaid? Or simply ban someone when they're discovered to be underage?

    3. Hunnic

      Hunnic

      Tbh they should just close the server at this point 

    4. Onnensr

      Onnensr

      @ReveredOwlif they out themselves once the kids are gone, that just makes it much easier to ban them permanently. it's not like any other rule should change to cater to an 18+ audience. it's not a perfect analogy, but we didn't just make adults giving alcohol illegal and leave it at that. we made it illegal for kids to be around it. obviously, that doesn't always work, but it minimizes the problem. that's the goal, minimizing it as much as can be done

  2. So uh... when will the server be made 18+ ?

    1. Onnensr

      Onnensr

      it is active, possibly even intentional child endangerment to keep them here

  3. +1 I'm not wasting 5 hours of my time just to get power-gamed by an ST and told to suck it afterwards. Open up or expand on ST ores. Make them obtainable by some esoteric mechanics. If people chimp out over ores like last map, let them. At least it gives them some purpose to be on here.
  4. Since when did moderating the forums ever matter? Go moderate the age-players instead

  5. First time bothering with any feedback requests, but here we go. Playing off and on since Aegis, I feel that the server has been in decline for a while now. I think everyone agrees with that, and this map is probably one of the worst in a while. Not only in mechanics but in the community as well. There’s absolutely no point in logging on. Every hour spent on LotC is an hour of my life wasted it feels like. I play, I do my thing, and log off unsatisfied. I take long breaks and come back to the same old drama and politics. There’s no character progression with players because the server doesn’t facilitate it. So why should I waste hours on here getting nowhere? Like many have said in this thread, there’s this obsession with being conflict and risk adverse among the playerbase. This is a major pillar in what makes roleplay, which isn’t enforced at all, and because it isn’t enforced, there’s absolutely zero progression in story. And when there’s an attempt to progress things, it is usually stopped with some arbitrary server rules or lore mechanics that takes IRL months to resolve, making everything pointless and irrelevant very fast. Roleplay isn’t a long drawn out or planned storyline. It’s spontaneous and improvisational that resolves itself rather quickly. That’s what roleplay is. That’s what makes rolepaly fun but a lot of people here don’t understand that at all. Nothing is more annoying than seeing a majority of players in their cities outright ignoring players because they don’t know them OOCly, paragraph posting at a tavern, or doing slice of life garbage. It doesn’t lead anywhere or progress a story. It’s just sad escapism that we’re all here forced to entertain. Mechanically this server needs things that are openly available to the player that lets them progress their character, rather than submitting to the crap I listed above. Systems that put everyone at risk would help. Permakill clauses, risk of losing items, and whatever else will make players want to develop and progress their character so that they can survive. Bring back a skill and profession system like Nexus during 7.0/Axios that players can interact and roleplay around. Implement SOMETHING that isn’t gatekept or involve players sitting around getting groomed in a manor every single day. Many might say "Well I don't have time for that..." WELL TOO BAD. You probably have 2 days a week logged into the server anyway. HAVE MECHANICS THAT FORCE THEM OUT INTO THE WORLD AND ROLEPLAY!!!! The nodal system is AWESOME. I don't care what anyone else says but we should have more of that. It forces people outside of cities and sets them up for potential player interaction (good or bad) No ST interaction from farming herbs, and whenever ST ores come out I hope to GOD I don't have to interact with them. I have other criticisms, but this is the main thing. I donated $500 to the server, so I hope to see that money go toward a better server or something at least.
  6. Agamm's corpse stirred in it's grave. There was no mention of the kinslaying on his friends and himself over the diamond mine of Dol'Vekaan. Though his spirit was soon sated after vividly recalling his enactment of revenge by smashing in the head of Morul Irongrinder, whom he was ironically buried next to.
  7. A letter arrived for Githaic ‘the Mad’, wherever he may be. “Bold and stupid. It’s unfortunate your pitiful family had you exiled from the city in favor of some woodland sprite. Your lament for mercy would have sounded nicely among the rest as I peeled the flesh back from your skull. Come you skittering cockroach, invite yourself to the slaughter so that you may join the rest of them after I bring my heel down on your head.”
  8. EXTINGUISHED BY A BLACK HAND A vivid recollection of a seaside palace nestled between the palms of a remote overgrown resort came into view. The weather was clear, as always, and sat on the crumbling terrace were two dwarves who conversed over a glass of whiskey at an old table. Their words were warped as they weaved between the ocean breeze. “Conan, It’s good to see you back here reunited with family…” “Times are tough, as you can see. Akueli is dying because of Bakir’s greed…” “Don’t listen to the lies, Conan. The Grand Kingdom is not what it used to be. This iteration is rotten, fueled by hypocrisy and blood. The only hope we have for our kin is here in Akueli…” The scene continued for several more hours until the elder dwarf departed, leaving the other alone. Night fell, and as dawn broke upon the sea, the seaside resort was nothing but worn stone and overgrown tropical greenery. Atop the palm trees sat two dwarves upon a checkered tablecloth conversing over an Adrian-styled dish. “You think you have what it takes to be Clanfather, boy…?” Spoke the dwarf with golden eyes. “You are young, malleable, and weak. You’ll become corrupted like the rest of them and bring shame to this family. Your goals are nothing special, and I doubt you truly see what our people need in this world.” He berated the young dwarf coldly, speaking over him. “You don’t have the guts to do what I did, to take risks for a chance at true freedom. You cling to the coattails of false idols, listening to them instead of family, and more importantly, yourself…” “End it... end this pathetic family so I may be free of it!” The fiery dwarf reached forward, his hands digging into the chest of the younger dwarf, hoisting him up toward the rising sun. As Torsun’s eyes stared into Thalgrim’s, the scene twisted as stone walls closed in around them, reminiscent of the family halls within Kal’Kadrelaz. “You do not have what it takes to be Clanfather, Thalgrim. And for your worthlessness, I release you from your pitiful existence.” His metal arms grinded with hatred as they kept the boy suspended, his jagged knuckles tearing into flesh and rupturing his internals in a gruesome show of blood and gore. In one slick motion, Thalgrim’s body was torn in two, showering the Machine of Death in crimson rain of his own cousin. Now standing tall upon the bodies of his own family, a disembodied metallic voice resonated throughout the hall. “Does anyone here have what it takes to challenge me!?” Whimpering was heard in the corner of the hall among the bodies, an old dwarf identical to the one seen in the seaside vision. Battered and bloodied, he crawled out from the corpses until his hands met something lifeless and cold. Slowly his vision panned up to the sight of his family’s butcherer, a dwarf warped and twisted by the gift of metal. Incoherently he begged for his life, his cries quickly extinguished as a metal foot came down upon his head. “Mercy is disgusting.” Silence washed over the bloodied hall as life ceased to be. “With no other pretenders left to contest, I declare myself the last TRUE Goldhand and Clanfather. This weak lineage has met its end by my unforgiving hand, and with kin's blood staining my grasp, I embrace the name Blackhand. Let it be known that anyone foolish enough to dare revive this pitiful family will find themselves facing the very same doom that met them today.”
  9. Deep beneath the stone in a secluded place, Torsun Blackhand sat in darkness, contemplating the destruction and decimation he had brought upon his own blood. Eventually whomever he was with would present to him Alaric’s declaration. “After everything I’ve done, Alaric dares to challenge me? I’ll turn that pathetic inbred family into thin red paste. Or worse, sick the Glodite dogs upon him. I dub you Alaric the Fool as that's what you’ll always be. Just a fool.” His metallic voice echoed harshly as he mused to himself.
  10. How old are you? Where do you live? Single?
  11. "Idiot." scoffed the irrelevant Goldhand.
  12. "Its either kill or get killed, Rylanor." The half-borg dwarf muttered, his ticking eyes trailing off of the pinned letter. "You'll regret sparing your enemy when they come back to finish a job you failed to do."
  13. Through a Goldhand visiting or by whatever means, the crippled dwarf had caught wind of the Grandaxe's passing. He writhed in physical pain until eventually washing it all away with a heavy drink and stimulants. Deliriously he declared "I remember this Grandaxe- yes this ONE, the one who I gave Armakak's Coin to. The one who visited me in Arichsdorf in a different timeline who saw but didn't want to admit it." He grumbled as he leaned back in his wheelchair. "But the last time we saw each other it was left on a terrible note. I hope YOU don't come to haunt me like every other dead dwed who 'ascended' to those halls above had done so." The rambling dwarf rolled his gold eyes, the vaults falling silent once more after his own voice had left it. -+ Pictured Bjorn visiting Torsun in Arichsdorf +- "Good-bye, Bjorn. A rare Grandaxe blessed by Armakak."
  14. "I take credit for all of this." A crippled Goldhand declared.
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