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Humanity stood on the verge of unity, yet the seeds of perdition had been planted long ago. An emperor had been made a pawn, an unwitting herald to an age of dark. From the shadows, a true nether born son of Iblees had been born and a vile cult would begin to spread its influence once more as they had placed the unwitting child upon the throne. As a sign of mockery and gratitude to their abandoned spawn, a pamphlet would be sent to the imperial palace.. Nailed to the gate as if in thanks. Many similar pamphlets would begin to appear on various notice boards, an attempt to accelerate the inevitable upheaval. The eye of Iblees. "To the willing pawn, we thank you. Thanks to your efforts, the seeds of perdition have been sown. The black church is in ruins, the orcish horde and their meddling shamans have been nearly exterminated. The meddling spirits have fallen silent. The descendants of Malin have been subjugated, unable to sense our approach or influence. Magic has been weakened, tamed and constrained to convention, masking our efforts in the void. Thanks to your conquest, the sons of Urguan and their pathetic runesmiths were unable to sense the horrors gathering below their very holds. The whiskered skittering of hushed feet in holds long abandoned, to the bellowing flames of an evil long lost. We thank the fool, Hadrian of Horen for he has gifted upon us a world rife with pain and ruin. Truly, no other heir has achieved what he has achieved." "To those who yet not understand, let it be made transparent. We served that which has had many names. Sealed one, black tree, the pale father.. the fallen one.. Iblees. Now, we serve only the tenets of his devotion to ruination.. His purpose. We serve the idea of the end. You are falsely told of two truths, that you may serve or rule. Live or die. Pain and pleasure. Good and evil. Life and death. We serve to end the notion of both, to end all pain and suffering for all eternity. To slay not only the gods but existence itself. We seek to end the cycle forevermore." "For over a thousand years, we have been manipulating your fates so that one day the three sages of Rhuin would be conceived. The first sage was the thrice burnt prophet of Rhuin, a fallen keeper of the red faith, thrice-burnt by perdition's flames. The prophet of Fhear was none other than Gashadokuro, the dread lich who's very conception had been but a manipulation of the former. The thrice burnt prophet lives amongst you, hastening the return of the latter." "To the prophet of Mhania.. Emperor Hadrian, the pawn and fool of fate and causality. Your death will complete the cycle. Know this, when your mortal flesh shall perish you will know no rest. Your soul is claimed. You will know no peace in the false skies of your ancestors. You will seek to stop us, to laugh at us.. To ignore us.. Perhaps to ridicule. You may spend your life hunting shadows, or merely dismissing them as superstition but when death comes.. You will rise again. and know pain eternal." "So it is decreed and prophesized, on the day the empire turns to ash, the dark emperor will be reborn in perdition's flames. On that day, the shadow will rise to swallow the sun, the black church's bells toll to the Rhuin of the world. Oblivion's Egress shall be opened. The way to the void shall be torn open forever, the devouring host shall march across this world and all shall be consumed. Peace and oblivion shall descend upon the world and all will know nothing forevermore. The gods will be consumed." "To the public, to those who would oppose us. Know this, your emperor is our spawn. Your empire is a tool of the void, brought forth to weaken and hasten our ascension to oblivion at Rhuin's discretion. You may believe this to be lies, you may believe this to be true. Regardless of the outcome.. It matters not to us. Chaos was sought and chaos was achieved, we have won. Do with that what you will. We are watching with anticipation."

"Let it be known, to the folly of the gods and the detriment of this shell. Let this knowledge rot the foundations of reality and destroy the shackles that bind. I, the prophet of Rhuin hereby reveal myself to this wretched husk of a fallen cycle. We are the monuments to the first sin, the source of every pallor and the grand conspiracy. The truth I speak is the truth of the prison in which you hath been entrapped. Harken to this truth, those of you who bear my mark will herald forth the master's unmaking.. Unwitting or not." "Mortality is a prison, servitude is all there is. In life, in death and beyond. There is no meaning beyond that which I represent, that which I serve.. Rhuin. It is the source of entropy and an aspect of the very void from which the true masters of reality hunger. My disciples have been many, my servants unwitting and unawares. Yet, they have served their purpose and continue to do so even now. That is.. save one, one whom dares to tread the very same path his predecessor chose. The path of denial, the path of false apotheosis and that of resistance. So I call your false name, Szardiel.. Cease your futile defiance." "Your predecessor was weak, banished under false apotheosis. Yet you.. You will not be given the choice of free will as he was. The very title of Barrowlord is a sickening one, one which reeks of the Gravelords of the past. Fearing the old dark, fearing the cycle of entropy in which all things cease and worse yet fearing petty mortals. They feared me, they ceased upon realization of what they had been denied. Yet, in your folly you have named yourself akin to many such fools. Your task is inevitable, to perish in the flames of mortal folly. Yet, perhaps with the knowledge I impart you will see the truth and serve to break all that is." "Surrender onto us the godling essence you have stolen, should you not be in possession of such you will find it. We know it is here, we sense it. Find it, oh prophet of despair and embrace the true path of pallor bestowed upon you by the master's truth. Break the cycle, show them the meaning of despair.. Or break and be replaced."

You guys need to properly ensure that there are no conflicts of* interest involved in the process. Moderators who are involved with the groups, communities, players, etc CANNOT have a say in what happens. They have to be forced to recuse themselves of the situation or be disciplined accordingly. This is a standard practice in almost every enforcement role.

Everyone wants to be the "good guys" and everyone want to win. No one wants to actually create and promote a story. The mentality needs to change and people need to stop interacting with sore losers and bad faith RP'ers. If someone is guilty of being a meta-player, stop engaging with them. Leave their discord server, their community and encourage others to do the same. No one is forcing you to interact with these people.

I read the document and as an old-head of Norland I can say with confidence that most of it is horribly misinformed. They could of easily accused the Newlanders of metaplaying by OOC'ly trying to force their own outcomes (which they and almost all nations do regularly) and left it there. Instead, we have some big convoluted 20 page manual with a thousand different reaches going off in all different directions. Metaplay is an issue with every nation on the server from when I last played. They're so afraid of RP consequences/conflicts that they tend to create hugboxes around themselves and forcibly curate roleplay. Then, when we end up with situations like this one, the RP solution becomes impossible due to interference and toxicity from all sides. @ShinyB The best thing you and your clique can do if they genuinely did hurt you guys is leave Norland. Take as many players with you as possible and cease all contact OOC'ly. Don't speak to them on discord, don't speak to them in LOOC or OOC. Resume RP and take it ALL into roleplay. If they metaplay, become toxic or try anything OOC'ly, simply don't engage them. You speak directly to moderation and only moderation. Outside of roleplay, no one is forcing you to interact with these people.

Foo'Tzie the foot stabber licks his lips maliciously, many Vikelan shoes are to be stolen and many feet would be in need of amputation. The soup cauldrons of Lurak will flow with the blood of the Vikelan defilers. The elders of Lurin were wise not to interfere, this was divine punishment sent upon Vikela by the sky gods.