gone_fishin

originally i planned to cut all connections to lotc (and the internet as a whole) quietly, but while i was looking through my steam friends and picking through players who hadnt logged on in a decade (depressing, right?), i realized a lot of my friends here at least deserve closure – to know why ill be dropping off the face of the earth - and this is the best way to reach them. the next few days will be the last time i talk to any of you. ive played lotc for 8 years and it’s been an undeniably big part of my life. that said, ive really grown up over the last year. part of that’s been admitting i no longer have time for games, so that i can properly set myself up for success irl, and part of that’s been regretting the toxic person ive been on lotc. those of you who have gotten to know the real me know that the venomous way ive acted on lotc does not reflect the way i act irl, or my values. for that, im ashamed. leaving and cutting off all contact is the best way that i can destroy that version of me forever. this experience has had its ups and downs, so thank u to those of u whove stuck with me through them. if ur trynna say any final words, u have my discord my parting advice is to remember that this is just a game at the end of the day, and that kindness goes a long way. despite how fake and detached the internet may seem, the people on it are very much real. pce

i detonate a car bomb ((d40

ur a saint for the work ur doing that said please don't add a professions system. none of us have the time to sweat day and night just to craft viable pvp gear anymore

Somewhere deep beneath the halls of Urguan, a centuries old Duregar Thunderfist broods over his ancient defeat.

only if i get to play mermaid man @Callum u wanna be my barnacle boy?

The First Fennic Bloodline Summit Scribed by Vytrek Tundrak, 1746 From war to war, prince to prince, crisis to crisis – we have wandered in deafening silence. The Principality is mute. Its policy is decided not by booming voices in the halls of our ancestors, but by whispers in the backrooms of a bereft citadel – no longer a fortress-haven for our people, but a haven from them. In empty halls, empty hearths; the price of surreptitious rule. But, we are a persistent people. Our histories are filled with trials to befit only the children of winter itself. Time and time again, we have proven our ability to rise up from the ashes. Our dynamism is our strength; we have adapted to survive, and our state of today bears only a pale resemblance to the ancient nation of yore. Now, once more, we must confront change. The Principality speaks. With the authority of Grand Prince Akkar I Tundrak, the bloodlines and Grand Council of Fenn are summoned to the First Fennic Bloodline Summit, to reforge the Principality from the ground up and determine its future course. For the first time in an age, Tundrak, Atmorice, Drakon, Tathvir, Annungilben, and Sylric shall convene in prudent deliberation, so that the voices of all may be heard. Those who are not of these posts are encouraged to attend, be they ‘fenn or foreigner, to bear witness in the name of transparency. Empowered by the lessons of yesterday, we charge headlong into tomorrow.

Thorrak grins as he gets his war after all. “I jus’ ‘ope ah can get in on t’e action befur t’ey’re all dead!"

Vytrek pledges to personally slay the abomination that calls itself a ‘Ruswickian Snow Elf’.

“Woe unto those who preach of ending non-elven interference in Elven politics, after decades and several wars of them being the only Mali to invite precisely that interference,” says Vytrek, local expert on irony.

“Haelun’or? Incapable of apprehending a single individual without devoting their entire army to it? It's more likely than you think,” notes a popcorn-munching Snow Elf.

Rag’Raguk wanders around the battlefield, head-butting to death whatever wounded men remained and collecting his five trophies.

ur a good man and ive had a lot of fun playing this dumb game w/ you @Harold