Patrick.

How to roleplay on a PVP-RP server:

YOU KEEP DOING THE SAME THING YOU'RE DOING NOW.

Just with less fighting and more tact.

((A fine narration, I must say! +1!))

I really can't put all that I feel for this guy in words. He's the whole package. Tactful, creative, responsible, competent, intelligent, critical, near perfect for this position.

If anyone needs to be a GM, it's this fellow, most definitely.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

(( Some may be events and some may be hidden around, this has been a blast to help set up ^.^ Thank you Ptah! I hope you guys enjoy!!!! ))

How do we know when it's an event?

This may turn into a flame war. 


The irony burns.

See what I did.

((This has been more than informative. Many thanks for the efforts, my good man!))

Option 4 seems to be the best. The longer the year is, the better!

Option 4 is the one with the shortest year, fyi.

I know I'm alone when I say I'd appreciate a 12 year system. 

Alas, that would never happen. Number 3 seems fair. Not everyone can play every day, and well, it makes little sense if months and months go by missing a few days IG. *shrug*

MC NAME: zePato

Let's gooo.

WELCOME!

Prepare to either love or hate this place. Hopefully it's love. Anywho, good luck!

Oz reads the notice, frowning slightly. 

He mutters to himself, repeating what he read. 

"The entire High Council will step down... transfer leadership... be replaced by a democratic governement of 'our choosing'? Surely seems 'democratic'. Not to mention of the High Council has left already..."

Oz continues reading, tsking.

"A seize of power by those who promise democracy without negotiations... The world is truly a relentless place."

Oz sighs as he glimpses around the area. He walks off, perhaps in search of a few friends to discuss with or maybe for a simple drink.

Amazing.

Oz walks by, noticing the notice. He smiles, reading over it a few times, memorizing the times. He then continues on his way.

((The music fit perfectly. *sniffs*))

Oz looks around oddly after reading one of the signs, sighing. 

"Am I the only one around here who feels as if this claim requires more evidence than simply a poster saying such? I'm sure most people feel as if they're crude and what not, but this.. I'm afraid I have my doubts."

He sighs again in a slight pity, and walks off to his home, contemplating and recalling the crowd's hasty/panicky reaction.

Oz looks at the sign and mumbles something inaudibly. He walks away, sighing.

I believe this is a good question to ask, but a suggestion:

Should you wish to cyber/do anything considered sexual, take it somewhere else that isn't on LoTC. 

Unless that isn't technically allowed. Regardless, it seems better than risking it on the server, whether you intend to or not. 

The thought of that though is rather weird though... JUST AVOID IT

Great to see the gypsies getting places.

Either try the soulstone, run back, make a boat and sail back, or kill yourself in the lava. 

Lots of people in the new settlement, you'd really enjoy it!

Most Elves are going to the new island, which would be the second option. I personally would recommend that. You can always just go past the erupting volcano to the Malinor there though, although it is quite empty.

I'm glad that's the reason that was chosen for the badlands allowing for villainous behavior. It's a much more interesting place to me now.

Agreed. The 'evil presence' is pretty cool as well; will definitely make for some interesting RP.

Oswin spots the body as he walks about in the black night, kneeling by it. Oswin remains expressionless, gently touching the dagger. 

"A shame... for dreams to be crushed..."

Oswin picks up the king's body gently, moving him aside. He then proceeds to pull out a shovel, and begins digging a grave. After some time in silence, with only the sound of dirt and gravel being tossed aside, a big enough hole is made. He drops the shovel aside, placing the king inside it. Oswin stands above the man's body, staring at it solemnly. 

"May you find peace...."

Oswin turns his head, spotting the flower that was on Edward. He leans over to pick it up, and inspects it. He places in neatly in in his hands, trying to make the king seem elegant. He begins filling the hole with the dirt he dug out, and pulls out his own dagger. Oswin begins carving on the tree.

Here lies Edward.

A good man.

Oswin stares at the messy carving, and nods to himself quietly. He sheathes his dagger, and looks about into the darkness around him. He sighs, fixing his hood, and walks off deeper into the hills.