Cymoril

Antonia von Alstreim wonders aloud "How many poor forests met their demise to build that hideous thing . . . ?"

Also punish people who aid and defend predators and who actively contribute to the continued victimization of minors through protection of those who commit it, thank you.

For real, just lets us compile a list of people to avoid

Good that he's banned, but, to the admins, do better in the future. Don't give notoriously horrible people the benefit of the doubt, they never deserve it.

I would say built by hand but nobody really RPs it as being a construction site, and if they do it just looks nothing like a construction site. It just looks like a landscar with nonsensically placed chests and blocks. Plus, if it's in construction, people just avoid it for other RP centers instead.

For the sake of people saying it's not only LOTC, no of course it isn't, but this is the LOTC forums, this is the place to talk about the LOTC community, we're not gonna discuss /pol/ here. Of course there are issues of bigotry all over the internet, but that is besides the point. Through my time on this server I've been exposed to genuinely horrible people, groomers, racists, homophobes, etc, and at times I have been told I'm taking things too seriously when I discuss how big of an issue this is in our community. The open bigots of the server are certainly a problem, but I also think we should consider how they receive protection from average players who know how they act, but keep on their good side so they can have an in to a special community. One of the things that frustrates me to no end is hearing all of these people talk about having evidence that could get someone banned, but they don't release it because they want to be on this person's good side. Instead they sit on the mountain of evidence and wait for someone else to call the person out. To take some of the criticism from other former and current mod members a bit further, another big contributing factor to this behavior is many of these people have protection from their friends in staff positions who will actively attempt to prevent certain players from receiving punishment for their horrible behavior, or will dissuade people from bringing evidence forward against them. That's something that can only be dealt with from within each team individually, however, unfortunately.

Everyone else already summed up my thoughts I don't want freebuild

Maidenful behavior

Skin Name: Dapper Bid(s): 300 mina Discord: Scourgeoforder#1206

A stupid little monkey creature scurried about in a pool of viscera and blood, when he had heard of the frogman's fall he did not think much of it, he never thought much of anything, he never thought much. Still, an excuse to condemn the souls of the druids in eternal fire was a compelling offer, no matter the cause. Shaking free the gore from his coat he beat his wings into the air and took flight, for frogmen everywhere.

In Service of the Small Folk Servitude, this is our charge. Bestowed upon our order by Blessed Xan, our duty is to serve the descendants of Horen, Krug, Malin, and Urguan alike, and all the lesser beasts upon this world that our righteous God presides over. We usher in the equality, order, justice, and love that Xan asks of us to uphold. It is with the utmost pride that I, the lowborn son of a grain farmer, strive to achieve these goals laid out to me by my brothers and sisters, and through the Credo of our Sunlit Lord. The world has felt the plague of darkspawn grow in recent years. Daemons, drakes, and dead things lurk in the shadows, wishing destruction upon human, elf, dwarf, and orc alike. So we stand, as the shield of the people, as their servants, not as lording guardians who watch from afar. Our blood we spill for them, our steel we break for them, our lives we give for them, all in the name of order. For centuries the order of Paladins has stood to fill this role, and for centuries yet to come it will remain steadfast in the face of darkness, providing an all encompassing shield to defend the people. These values do go only so far as our blades can reach, it is us who must strive to provide for the people, to meet their needs. If you see a poor beggar shivering from the frost on the side of the road, unclasp your cloaks and clothe them, provide them with shelter and meet their needs. Use your final pennies to feed the starving youths in the cities, such is our duty. It is true, we do not meddle in the politicking and warring of the nations of our shared continent, but even here we cannot shirk our duties. Wars create crises, refugees must flee their villages, with naught but the clothes they bear on their backs, and the babes in their arms. It is them we must meet with outstretched arms, to invite them into our homes, to feed and clothe them, for we can not prevent the wickedness of war, we can only nurse the wounds that it brings. This, I say, let them seek refuge in our halls, let our wards ease their fears, our shields deflect the blows of the darkspawn threat. Let the light of the Sunlit Lord bathe them in warm comfort. Our roofs keep dry their heads, and our swords vanquish the threats that plague them. Au nom de Dieu, Philippe of Sunbreak

I'm a big fan of lions myself

A young boy in a keep high in the mountains of Urguan rereads every sentence of the missive religiously, using this for studying his letters as he steels himself for a future of purging darkspawn from the realm. He repeats the names over and over, reading them slowly "Ant-on-yus Hor-in... Sim-on Pru-vya." Apparently he was not as strong a reader as he had thought... he will continue studying these names until they are burned within his memory like the dragon's mark upon the men's arms.

Snip snip little birdie... I don't want to see birds anymore they make no RP sense, a bird is not going to find you when you're halfway between Haense and Norland on some random road unless it's been trained to specifically fly to that rock. Besides that they offer very little to RP other than a chance to metagame.

The more lore creatures the better, I like it, now I can get paid for exorcising people's homes

AWOOGA

Its a mess, but it's MY mess...

In the Cove of Freeport the young Wick, Casimir, leaned over the railing to his father's ship. He watched in silent contemplation as the waved licked at the wooden beams making up the vessel. His nerves had been calmed finally upon the news that his mother had survived the unjust attempt on her life and would, with Godan's grace, make a swift recovery. Of course the boy had not recovered from the emotional wounds that came with the supposed loss of his mother. He still feared for her life, knowing that his wicked cousin still bore a crown on his brow, and with that crown the power to hunt his family wherever they may be. The boy pushed himself up, taking the ladder to the interior of the ship, and eventually to his quarters in the lower deck. Upon entering his eyes fell upon an old doll, one that had seen much use over the many years he had possessed it. His footsteps echoed about the room, creating a chorus with the crashing waves and creaking boards, as he stepped forth and grasped the old toy gently in his hands. Long he stood there staring into the beady eyes of this little knight, and those little buttons stared back into his own, as comforting as the eyes of an old friend. For a moment he thought to open his mouth and speak to the doll, to seek solace the same way he had when he lost his brother, when they left his sister behind, the way he did every time his family uprooted their belongings and took to so called greener pastured. It was a foolish thought, and so he banished it from his mind. Still, in the presence of this small figurine he felt comfort again, a longing to return to simpler times where his mother could shelter him from the truth of the world. Unthinking, he moved the doll with himself to sit on his bed and ponder. There he sat, a boy, nearly full grown, holding a child's toy in his fingers. These recent events had made him feel things he never had the displeasure of feeling in his childhood, such hatred, rage, bitterness, and chief among all, the knowledge of the mortality of his own parents. He knew now he could not be a boy forever. There could be no more hiding behind his mother's legs when trouble came around the corner, no more idolizing the figures he met and who seemed so much larger than life, they too would fall one day, as his mother nearly had. There could be no more talking to gentle Ser Rorik, that greatest of old friends who, even now as his button eyes stared back up at Casimir, had never failed to bring him comfort from the worst life had to offer. It was time to leave all that behind, and to grow, to leave behind the boy who cowered at the thought of monsters under the bed, and to become the man who knew the worst monsters of all sat upon a throne, bore a golden crown, and whose heart pumped the same blood as his own. At length he remained there, sorrowfully running a single thumb along the outline of his beloved Ser Rorik's face. "You've always been there for me Ser Rorik- if you weren't just a mess of cloth and yarn... I know we would have been the best of friends." The boy nearly choked up on his words, shaking his head at the ridiculous nature of saying a final goodbye to this toy. Still, to simply leave him behind without a proper farewell would not do, even to an object that bore no real sentience. "Perhaps you'd even have helped me do what I know must be done." With one final, sorrowful breath he moved to place the doll in some nearby dresser- but first he parted his lips to speak one final command to the stuffed knight. "Sleep well, Ser Rorik, my friend." With that, he pushed the drawer closed and paced the length of his room back to the door, exiting with a mixture of great sadness for the loss of childhood, and a great determination for the future ahead of him. As he placed foot upon dry land, in the fields of Freeport, a few words would echo in his head, "When you do it- take me with you." The words to a conversation he had just the other day, a promise to himself, and to others, that a slight on his family, his true family of Wicks, would not go unpunished. A promise that some day the blood of his kin who had so flippantly betrayed his own mother would flow across the very streets from which they presided during that fateful day.

A young swashbuckler sits in his room reading the newspaper, desperately trying to keep his concentration over the incessant squaking of the daemon birds littering the city.

Squeak Squeak +1

A young Thalius sat isolated in his room, hovering over a parchment sprawled about his desk. The gentle glow of the lantern flickered a flame in the youth’s golden eyes, a hand rubbing angrily at the bits of parchment that had become soggy with fallen tears, ruining the scrawled handwriting. It was here, in his reclusive state, that he had heard of his mother’s passing, and it was here he had remained ever since, secluded from the rest of the mourners, left only with his fury and sorrow. A small hand traced the wooden surface as he slumped back in his chair, trying his hardest to remember the fond memories, but they were all clouded by the fear that had overtaken him for the past years of his life, a fear that manifested itself finally before him, the loss of his mother. His eyes moved slowly to the portrait beside his desk, illuminated only by that dim lantern at his side, the figures would have been hard to make out, but he knew the picture well, and had spent many a restless hour staring into the familiar eyes of his siblings which, now staring back at him, filled him with a dreadful sense of loneliness. He felt the warm tears begin to fall from his eyes once more, a rush of anger overtook him and he slammed his fist into the desk, crying out loudly, likely disturbing all his siblings in the rooms nearby. The young boy kicked his chair out from behind him and grasped the inkwell which he had been dipping his quill into, launching it against the wall to shatter it. For the remainder of the night the pained weeping of the boy would echo through the halls in his family’s home. The next day, without bothering to clean any of the mess he had created, Thalius wrapped himself in his jacket and stepped out into the crisp morning air, a single deep exhale created a puff of steam before him. Briskly, he set off down the road with purpose for a rendezvous, eyes sunken and red, still raw from the weeping he had done the night prior.

A Wick Partisan squeals in joy at the prospect of another Wick politician

The Divinity Of Man On the problem of God’s chosen people As was told in the Scroll of the Gospel, God, in His infinite wisdom, chose from the sons of the first man a prophet. The prophet he chose to receive His word, the first of The Holy Scrolls, The Scroll of Virtue, was Exalted Horen. To the layman it may appear that God’s choice of humanity over the other descendants was an arbitrary one, unfair to the other races. However, as we know God is a just and benevolent Lord, we know His decisions are never arbitrary. It is not, in fact, God who chose Horen over his brothers, but Horen who chose God over worldly wealth. It was not Horen’s inherent supremacy that made him the first Exalted, but in fact his devotion to the Lord which prompted God to bestow upon him His eternal favor. To understand the origin of man’s place in God’s plan one must turn to the Gospel and understand the birth of our forefathers, of Horen, of Malin, of Krug, of Urguan. These four ancestors, the origin of we descendents, spread through the world with their people, and each chose that which they valued the most. Malin into the forest, to care for the creatures of the land. Urguan into the mountains, to gather the precious metals from the heart of the world. Krug into the desert, to hunt and find the strength superior to all foes. Horen into the plains and forests, to worship God and fulfill His word. This is the origin of our places in the world, of humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs. Our ancestors, valued equally in the eyes of God, chose that which they valued the most. Only one of them, however, chose to value God above all else, and that was Horen. It is from these choices we find our purposes today as the descendants of these four brothers. God informed us that “As Horen and Owyn, as all men, you suffer the sins of your father and your mother:” (Gospel 7:28). So, by God’s very own words, the reason humanity is favored to be the prophets of God is because our fathers chose God over this world, where the fathers of elves, dwarves, and orcs chose this world over God. Bear in mind, humanity does indeed carry with them the blessing of God as passed down to them by their forefather Horen, this is without dispute. This is why of all God’s prophets, all have come from the line of Horen, the line of humanity. This blessing does come with a price, however. As humans we are expected to spread the love of God to the other descendents, we are tasked to follow in the footsteps of Exalted Horen, Owyn, Godfrey, and Sigismund. This is due to our forefathers’ promise that we shall remain dutiful and faithful to His word and His plan. In this regard the word of God does not promote human supremacy, but the supremacy of His virtuous and righteous followers. There is only one supreme, and that is the Lord himself, and by this fact no man can be supreme but through Him. A non believer may rebut with a passage from the book of Godfrey; “And Godfrey set aside the Throne of Man for a holy purpose, consecrating it to GOD. Thus it was sworn that no Son of Malin, of Urguan, of Krug, or any magi shall hold it.” (Gospel 6:36-37). The answer to this is rather straightforward. As discussed prior, the sons of Malin, Urguan, and Krug chose for themselves false gods at the behest of Iblees. It is for this simple reason no non-human may rule over man, those that worship the servants of Iblees can not sit on the throne that was consecrated and dedicated to God. Furthermore, one should not become overly prideful in their status as the bearers of God’s word. This very mistake was made by Exalted Godfrey himself, in proclaiming the supremacy of humankind over the other descendent races. “So the Lord saw that Godfrey went into strange lands. 17 He spoke the word of God, which was good. 18 But he also spoke of man’s perfection, and the foreigner was made to grovel before man in worship. 19 The world lived in terror of the Lord, and not in love.” (Gospel 7:16-19). As one can read, directly from the Holy Scrolls themselves, humanity is not to be made supreme over all of the races. Godfrey was in fact chastised by God for this very display of pride. Therefore, one must take great heed not to become prideful of their own place in this world, after all we are all but mere servants to the Almighty. It is without a doubt our divine duty to rise to the expectations God has placed for the greatest among us, the Exalted, but in doing so we must not create a division between his people by spreading the idea of singular supremacy in the eyes of God. Rather, we must bring all descendents together under the loving gaze of our Creator. We must shine the light of God upon all other descendents so they too may feel His loving embrace. To conclude this work, the Scroll of Spirit recalls God’s mercy towards those who have been led astray. Each of the races, as well as the Magi, receive a warning not to fall victim to the Denier’s lies, but to find the Lord and worship Him. Therefore it is not supremacy over the descendents God has given to we humans, but the burden to bright salvation to them, to show them the lies of their false gods and guide them to the love of the one true God. I implore you, dear reader, do not be swept up in ideas of your own divine superiority, as this is not the will of God. Instead, turn inward and find yourself naught but a humble servant called upon to do your duty as a follower of God’s divine word. I reiterate, there is none as supreme as the Lord your God, do not fall victim to your own pride, that is the will of the Denier and his minions. Humble yourself before God and spread his word to your fellow creations, this is your duty as a descendent of Horen, the first descendent to receive the word of God at Gamesh. The opening up of the self to the Horenic virtues bonds together the divnity of God's salvation and the fulfillment of creation. Amen.