jdesarno

Thorvn stared at the utter stupidity from across the lake while increasing his collection of salvaged junk from the water-bed, occasionally finding a blue precious gem within. “Phah, idiots, while they fight with explosives, i’ll get rich on treasure!” The man boasted to himself in some maniacal manner, proceeding to get smacked dead into the water by a live cod.

Having long since been scattered, Thorvn decided to settle within the city of Reza for the time being, perhaps this might’ve turned into a permanent homestead, in time.

(Minor disclaimer: Due to the lack of interaction prior to the end of Atlas event, this is considered filler content. (Albeit, moderate quality.) This is not to be taken wholesome in regard and is not considered canon. (Although the character exists.) At any moments notice this can easily be voided and defunct entirely. Thank you.) Frigid chill ran through the frozen canyon, howling winds booming above the darkened skies with no end in sight, the otherwise silent prison lone sat upon stone tiled roofing one unnamed Red Vaeyl individual. He’d bear no name, no honor, no resentment, the man of his own volition had one task: Watch for the cart, the lifeline of his own reclusive sentence driven by a large carriage full of nothing more than stale rations and scribbled orders. Expecting another month of nothing but reclusive insanity among consistent howling gale, an abnormality: People? Descendants? His abyss of all places. . breached by a foreign entity, he’d nae hear of minus scribbled description. And so soon came the ongoing hordes of monsters people, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, coming in droves to escape the choking fog, the end of a world transitioning into yet another. The man stared at the huddled masses peering about his icy tomb as if it were entirely a new realm ‘Was this purgatory?’ One soul aimlessly wept out while another while another cried out for their parents, husband, wife, doom was indiscriminate when it came to individual. Descendant refugees explored the icy landscape laden with blistering cold ice and rock alike, prodding nook and cranny, shifting through the snow in hopes of finding fleeting hope, something to work with among edible material, the man recalls a soul wishing to make fingers a new currency. With verbal agitation he’d remind them on how it would be a fools errand to consider. Though, it was clear said his presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. The prior sole inhabitant receiving glances laden with fear, hatred, a silent dread those fleeting faces showed with occasioned glance to passing flock. But he didn’t show pity, he’d not show remorse, silent acknowledgement among light conversation, he’d turn out to be a passive fellow, even though occasionally threatening the out of place descendant, the vaeyl recruit showed minor emotion, he was unaware of just show much resentment mixed in with strong fear the descendants had shown towards the red order. Eris: A nearby woman fully clad in armor head to heel informed the man of the current state of affairs of the Red Vaeyl, prior events, descendant tradition, the single man was devoid of emotion, a blank slate, one purpose, he’d been stubborn to open, specifically when confronted by both snow elf and frost witch in tow about his origin. ”A name? You’re not born with a name, in here of all places. You’re given a number, when you do something worth remembering, then you’ve earned a name.” Among the constant questions along dirty looks he’d eventually receive among the huddled mass, he’d been asked several questions: ‘Have you seen any other descendants travel to this location?’ The man shook his head expectantly, stating that he’s always seen individuals leave, not to return, nor corpses, everyone always left him after a while. ’Is there a way out?’ The individual pointed to the railway in-front of him, in assumption gave the idea that was the way free, assuming since all of his rations, and orders were received via tram. ’Is there anyone else?’ With a cyackle to his response, the vaeylman canted his head from left to right oblivious soon denying the result, he’d been alone within the frozen ridges for several months. It was shown the man was inexperienced, perhaps naive some thought? Either that, or he’d have not a spit clue of what the hell was going on, he’d find it grateful that they’d not murder him on the spot, considering. The man devoid of sympathy murmured towards the surrounding group that had taken refuge around the rail-station, they’d surely plead that the cloaked figure had a name, but as one would expect. He’d shake his head, answering what little question provided while distributing what little he could, the isolated man felt little of interaction, even so when promptly been provided gift by the same witch, two ice shards plucked from her crown. Consideration passes by, emotion returning among his features, he’d been overcome with thought. Despite, staring into the black void that was the railway entry, he’d been approached by the same woman, cold chill among the crackled floor providing more than enough signal of her presence. ”Are you alright?” The witch asked in curious question. The Vaeyl man paused, peered his masked form over to the Individual, stance confused, in mixed daze. ”No.” Blunt as his tone sounded, it’d make no difference, the recruit that was torn of any feeling had started to reconsider, thought constantly flooding his overstimulated mind had several thoughts, escape, companionship, a way out- The man wished to be freed from the stone cold abyss of isolation. So there he remains for the moment, body firmly planted upon one of the chilled crates in same crackling outdoor hall where some descendants would huddle for warmth and hope, asleep, watching over the flock in his own way. Maybe one day he’ll finally escape this frosted over hellscape.

It’s almost like saying we don’t have to pvp to settle disputes over people not wanting to crp with nobody but their friends, because who likes effort, right? :I But, in all seriousness, good guide. I wish people followed this more often.

I’ve never personally seen this, but okay.

-Snip-

Agreeing with Unwillingly about this, ooc bias runs too rampant in many cases of actual progression, i.e magic, town leadership, etc. Rules are meant to exist for basic principle, not be twisted in so many ways it turns into a further amalgamation of what it originally was. It’s all fun and laughs until someone comes with a ultimatum on your doorstep, then that’s when people start screaming random sludge at one another and derails further from there. Like seen in some cases with former players upon lotc, once they burn all bridges with high population activity settlements and are unable to return due to ‘ooc toxicity’ they usually have three options. One, attempt to form a new group with little chance of success. Two, pretend like nothing happened and try to go about their own daily routine if not in different location. Three, give up and hiatus/quit until people forget about what even happened in the first place, or just leave entirely. If you want my two cents, it’s a dumb thing to have. Remember, this is only an opinion.

I’m not familiar with you but, what’re your ambitions for 7.0 when the transition comes?

Farewell, sinner.

Thorvn rolled his eyes, remembering well enough why he doesn’t fleet to ‘impure’ counties as of late. The man went back to his loaf of seasoned bread, wishing the worlds conflicts away in his mental conscious.

”Why can’t we all jus’get along already-“ Thorvn grumbled, reading a copied letter from atop a nearby tree, much as it pained him to see the south fighting one another he’d have greater things to worry for.

The man shrugged, thinking the blood would’ve probably long since rusted by now considering the timespan, but oh well. Thorvn started assembling his former treasures together in one single box, hoping to get some value from the merchant.

Last I checked? Yes we did. Still feels better than being a grumpy old fart~ Vowed never to play Fortnite~

I felt like doing it for once. If i’m going to be honest I thought of the first thing that came to mind. Better than me screeching something else, yes? It wasn’t aimed at anyone, if you were worried.

I don’t have a favorite color, but a strong preference for blue, black, white and red.

Feel free to ask me anything as long as they’re within proper bounds, I have the right to not answer if uncomfortable with it, otherwise, keep it clean, shoot~

If you could permanently remove anyone from the internet, who would it be and why? Also, if you had to choose Lotc’s future, Mainstream or traditional?

Obliviously, Thorvn opened the copied text from within his safe housing god knows where, helmetless with his refined silver haired self lounging upon the nearby cloth covered stool, patiently reading. ”An’they wonder why I isolated myself, tch..” The man responded out to himself, rolling his eyes in annoyance, though soon he’d continue to skim. Several minutes pass, a few swigs of home brewed tea- the highlander ultimately ripped the parchment up, tossing it in the air, clearly from his expression he’d hold some sort of dread. Soon sighing out, the highlander pulled himself up from the nearby stool, lumbered towards his storage room and descended, With a single flick of his wrist, the man’s old armor was unveiled from ragged covering, covered in dents, cuts and wear. “Blood breeds blood, violence creates hatred, as one once said, but in this case for most-“ Thorvn paused his aimless speech. ”They might as well be good as dead.”

New players should be barred from ooc recruitment unless it’s their choice in the matter when it comes to such actions, i.e a nation recruiting for activity, a pvp force or otherwise popularity reasons, If you want even more players to come within the server you may as well give them a trial period to actually get their bearings, become familiar with the server and it’s inhabitants. If you want player retention to keep in it’s high-points, I’d suggest ripping out any and all toxicity from their systems and those who can influence it. The main reason why most new players fail to stay actively upon the server is labeled down to a few reasons: They were slighted by an older player for not knowing how to roleplay. They were bandited by someone who just wanted their money and gave them a negative first impression strong enough to keep them from playing. They couldn’t find an actual foothold to work with, resulting in their own choice of not returning. They just didn’t like the server for how it currently is. The player didn’t like the toxic ooc occasional banter, or generally disliked the atmosphere ‘They felt like pvping more than rping, and without the providence, they left.’ Not saying we force people to do ____ Just give them an actual look, y’know? Then again, you got some players that are younger that don’t know what roleplaying is, or how to properly do it for that matter.

Well this went south fast.

Are you trying to get half the server banned? ‘v ‘

Thorvn ever so casually browsed the wares, depositing a silver lined slip of paper within the box. Name Thorvn Bronwyn ((and Username)): Jdesarno Giveaway Item #1: Wyvern’s Pocketwatch Giveaway Item #2: Gladitorial Trident Giveaway Item #3: Aethelwulf’s Bastard-Sword

I wonder how a city of Halflings, Orcs and sand people will go out. Who knows- maybe it’ll be top 2019 rp.

Apparently everyone’s deserving of ‘handouts’ now.

If you knew of the possible reaction then why did you even bother..