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  1. I'll be perfectly honest and say that I didn't read all of this post because I'm a lazy *******. I'd love the existence of an overarching map storyline to tie things together. Unfortunately, I don't believe there's enough of a unified vision for a long enough period of time on the ST to maintain it. There are too many people who would (and often do) seek to insert their own flavour into it or steer it in their own direction, regardless of what is best. It would inevitably descend into a grey, overly broad mass, rather than an engaging and unique tale. Perhaps the only way I can see this working without the project losing steam or falling apart is for one person to hold the reigns and drive it themselves. And that's just as impractical as the alternative. But maybe I'm just pessimistic, which is likely
  2. I love mountains and particularly mountain passes. They are cool. No canyons, they suck ass x
  3. 5th of the Sun's Smile SA 85 SANCTION BETWEEN SNOW & VALE Despite the racial and cultural disparity between the Mali’ame of Neveahlen and the men and women of Haense’s northern realm, our two peoples have nevertheless maintained a cordial and profitable friendship over the years. Hitherto, this has mostly taken the form of informal connections, friendship and association. But during times of war and turmoil in Almaris, such as the apparent days to come, the Mali‘ame Eldarchy and Haensetic Dual-Monarchy have elected to reach a more formal accord so that tranquility and stability might be maintained. Section I: Articles of Blade and Bulwark I ⃒ The Vale of Neveahlen and Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska join forces with one another in the form of a defensive agreement. In the event that an external descendant power engages in offensive warfare against one party, the other is bound by treaty and oath to intervene on their behalf with all military and political capacity. Brazen aggression or other warlike conduct from one party to another shall render the accord null and void. II ⃒ The Vale of Neveahlen and Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska commit their formidable strength in warriors and knowledge to eradicating the myriad cursed forms of dark sorcery, evil and corruption that blight the domain of Almaris and, if necessary, beyond. Relevant knowledge concerning the purging, slaying and expulsion of such malevolence is to be shared at the earliest convenience. III ⃒ The Vale of Neveahlen shall not be induced to intervene in the ongoing political tensions between the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska and its adversaries at the time of signing, unless directly and militarily threatened by either faction. In which case, the Vale may join its ally as its leadership sees fit. IV ⃒ The Wild Chiefs of Neveahlen and Marshal of the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska agree to maintain regular contact in regard to military affairs, keeping one another informed about potential matters of importance and hosting mutual training sessions so that one party may benefit from the martial prowess of the other. Section II: Articles of Culture and Commerce I ⃒ The Vale of Neveahlen acknowledges the sole legitimacy of the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska to govern the human peoples under its aegis, as well as those other civilians who so choose to make Haenseni kingdom their home. In turn, the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska acknowledges the sole legitimacy and sovereign authority of the Vale of Neveahlen to govern the mali’ame peoples under its aegis, as well as those other civilians who so choose to make the Vale their home. II ⃒ In the interests of continued cordiality between peoples and openness between cultures, both the Vale of Neveahlen and Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska pledge to respect the ways of their counterpart when conducting business in and passing through their respective territories. In addition, avenues shall be opened allowing archivists and scholars to catalogue and educate their own people on the others’ ways and rites. III ⃒ For the purpose of filling the coffers of both realms and the enriching prosperity of their respective peoples, the Vale of Neveahlen and Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska vow to facilitate the development of a bountiful trade relationship. Each party will, therefore, earmark a single section of their capital’s primary market area or bazaar to be used in any commercial fashion the signatory sees fit, so long as that commercial enterprise is not used as a vessel to undermine or hinder the host realm. Section III: Articles of Intricacy I ⃒ The Sanction Between Snow & Vale, together with all of its binding terms, shall remain in-effect for a period no less than ten Elven seasonal cycles. In lieu of any subsequent diplomatic action, its terms will expire exactly a decade following its enactment. II ⃒ Nine seasonal cycles following the enactment of the Sanction Between Snow & Vale, emissaries from both parties will gather to renegotiate, reconfigure or otherwise renew or discard the treaty as per the need of their respective realm. III ⃒ Should any dispute between the endorsing parties arise that may, if not handled adeptly, put the Sanction in jeopardy, the Vale of Neveahlen and Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska vow to engage in all necessary, just and mutually agreed measures to resolve the dispute. Matriarch of the Vale of Nevaehlen and of the Mali'ame Wild Chief of the Vale of Neveahlen Valeseer of Neveahlen ___ His Royal Majesty KARL III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera. HER EXCELLENCY, Isabel Baruch, Lady Palatine of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Valwyck, Countess of Ayr, Viscountess of Voron, Baroness of Laval and Riveryn, Lady of Jorenstadt, Guardian of the Hanseti Coast Drafted by Neveahlen emissary
  4. I had the same problem. He seems to over-write a lot of stuff that doesn't add any real excitement to the story. 4 was probably the most difficult one to finish
  5. Tolkien is always going to have a place on my favourites list, and I'd say probably my favourite book ever is almost certainly the Silmarillion, for its combination of mythology and history of Arda. I've also been listening to more modern fantasy authors lately like Brandon Sanderson (Stormlight Archive, Mistborn, Warbreaker, etc etc.) as well as science fiction mainly in the form of Warhammer 40k books. If you're a 40k fan looking for a comedic book with a lot of lore and serious subtext, listen to the Infinite and the Divine by Robert Rath. If you just like dumbass Orks being funny, listen to Brutal Kunnin'.
  6. There is not a single Minecraft server or other roleplaying medium with the potential for creativity, freedom and dynamism that LoTC has. I dislike roleplaying. However, I love roleplaying on LoTC (sometimes).
  7. mmat

    1.8 v 1.9

    1.9 is and has always been utter trash. It was removed once before for being utter trash and it should be removed now for being utter trash
  8. - A cohesive storyline and compelling, powerful and yet subtle antagonist - Far, far less peripheral settlements. Discouraging of flavour of the month settlements that subsquently get abandoned - Less map degredation through the above - Nation capitals closer together - No freebuild at all - No contrived bullshit crafting systems - More freeform war casus belli, but war that is moderated far more stringently as to discourage RP destruction
  9. No freebuild at all, ever. All it will do (and all it ever has done) is turbocharge the ever-inevitable degredation of a new map into a clogged mess saturated by abandoned, half-constructed or unappealing settlements.
  10. In that other place beyond the mortal coil, Avius looked at the unmarred face of the woman he had truly loved for as long as he lived. Free of its strains, its burdens and its anguish. He let out a sigh and shut his eyes, all worries banished. It's over.
  11. Medieval = badass Victorian era committees, institutions and departments = zzzz
  12. Avius probably would have smiled. He didn't, however. Because he was, in fact, dead.
  13. ETERNITIES BEFORE THE END “Nothing awaits you.” But what awaits me? Avius Csarathaire realised that he was dead. Yet Brother Cinder’s blazing soul, ever defiant, rebelled. The warrior could not move. His armour, perhaps? Yes, it must be that. The armour, rigid metal, impeding his motion. No, you fool. Ignorant fool. His mind’s voice spat, laced with spite. Go away, please. The Wood Elf shut his eyes and grit his teeth, feeling the tightness of his right arm instinctively clasped around his chest. It is true, isn’t it... I’m hurt... But I have been hurt before. The rationaliser within him pointed out, desperately. But he felt something then. Benign at first, then terrifying. A viscous wetness that weaved its serpentine path over his lip and then down his chin. Do not drool, you idler. The rational voice chided. Face the truth, fool. The instinct commanded. And Avius did. With the arm that still worked, the Wood Elf reached up and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. It came away covered in crimson red. His soul shocked out of its gridlocked, delusional denial, he let out a sigh. Of exhaustion, of pain and of understanding. The creature’s blow had been so fast, so strong, smashing him against the mountainside. He couldn’t move. Of course you can’t move, idiot. How could he have been so stupid? One mortal. One weak mortal with a metal stick. Oh of course, Avius was good with that metal stick, great even. Magnificent, even. And still, here he was. Weak. For all your efforts, you were always weak. Avius found that realisation bothered him more than the revelation of his imminent death. Death. Now? It couldn’t happen, could it? Almost two centuries of life, ended in a single moment. Towering, beautiful edifices of friendship, love, skill and life’s joys, collapsed as though they had never been. But the Phoenixian swordsman found that the thought of death itself held no power over him. It was the unanswered questions of life that bothered him in those final moments. The unresolved hatreds ending without a conclusion. They will never forgive you. The mind said. Those beloved whom he had never said a final goodbye hurt him. Those to whom he owed everything, but who went without gratitude. You deserve this. Every moment of agonising understanding. A tear escaped Avius’s icy eye. The physical pain, now almost crippling, pailed in comparison to those ever-branching thoughts. Miven. The ‘ame’s thoughts began racing, uncontrollable now. His will was too injured, too weak to resist them. Our century of companionship. I ruined it in a moment. Pointless. I’m sorry. Avius’ body seized, recoiling from its attempt to do something, anything to make things right. He was powerless, only able to sit there, dying, and watch as his comrade’s descended on his killer. Mother. His heartbeat, already growing irregular in its death-throes, skipped another weak beat. What will you do now? How will you find out? Why could you not be here with me? To wrap my grazes, to tell me everything would be alright? To tell me to get up and walk it off. It seemed, with death’s strangling embrace weakening his will and shrouding his mind, Avius’s defences against all the wiles of existence collapsed with it. He couldn’t restrain the torrent of unbound, whirling guilts and longings now, even if he had wanted to. He felt, for a final time, that uncomfortable plummeting of the stomach. The feeling of realising something terrible once forgotten. My lioness… Avius squeezed his eyes shut, as though the force of it would do anything at all. That realisation represented the truest horror of them all. He was to be the one to shepherd his tormented lifemate to the next world. I failed. Do not linger here, please. His mind deliriously begged nothing but itself. Do not linger here just to decay and degrade. Come with me, unspoiled, please. I cannot go alone. I cannot bear to see you tormented, bound eternally to this place. And then there was Rosalia, and long-lost Artanis, and Valerica, and Eretria. Kalius even. Serinwe, from oh so long ago. Layla. Owl. Awaiti. Eir’thall. Eir’thall. My friend. Where did you go? Why did everyone have to go? Then. A strange sensation. A lifting of burdens. Layers of poisonous chaff, accumulated over decades, centuries of battle and service, discarded in that final moment. Unbending hatreds fell away. Lifelong grievances disintegrated. All worry, all strife, all terror disappeared. The resentment of every stolen hope and every broken dream vanished. Fire illuminated the dark smog of battle, blazing hues shimmering against the icy chill of Avius’s flicking eyes, blinding him more with each moment. Avius Csarathaire smiled, one final time. As did the firebird. As did Brother Cinder. As did the phoenix. As did sword-boy, and all the others. What awaits me? He supposed he would find out soon enough. The hateful, blazing blast of infernal flame struck its mark. Avius’s body simply disintegrated, falling to ashes within a suit of charred armour. But unlike the phoenix, nothing would rise from them.
  14. Whilst in the midst of training with the sword, Avius Csarathaire pondered the proclamation of unity with an uncharacteristic pensiveness. What to make of this new phenomenon? Something appealed in its grandeur and scale. Strength, security, a realm to ward against the predations of the other races. Other things, however, rankled him deeply. This Malinor seemed not to represent the ancient realm in the old legends, its king faithful to the Elves' ancestral gods of nature. It would be a realm of ice drakes and arcanists, spirits and shamans. A realm antithetical to the past. What to make of it? For once, despite all his dogged certainties, Avius did not know. But for once he hoped, and said a prayer to the Aspects, that circumstance unlooked for would not bring him into conflict with this new domain of the Elves.
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