Scourge

Lorcán O'Rourke swiftly pens a letter in return, seeking a reservation for himself.

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.

Squeak Squeak +1

Somewhere in the land, an illiterate peasant begins to vibrate in excitement at the talk of a kingdom for the Teutons

Hwaet PokiMan am eye

“Very well, brother. We shall begin quite simply. What is your name?” Edwin Baruch “And your age?” 20 “I know it may be clear, heh, but it is for the sake of records. What race of the descendants are you of?” Human “You are able to read and write, yes?” Yes “And with that, are you at all familiar with the Holy Scrolls and Catechism of our Church?” I am “You are of course baptized?” Yes, I am “Good, good. Are you married? Do you have children?” No, to both. “In what way of the clergy do you wish to serve? As a Priest, a Monastic?” Priest “While this may not be accepted by the Prelate, depending on the needs of the Church, in what Diocese would you prefer to serve in? You can simply name a city or Kingdom.” The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska “A rather personal question, why have you chosen to walk this path in God?” As I pondered my place in this world, a mere cousin to Lord Baruch, I found myself praying in the city of Reza. As the sounds of the streets faded away I heard Him call to me, to follow his path and bring back the way of GOD in our great nations. “And at last, are you truly devoted to this way of life? Prepared to take any vows involved with ordination and commit oneself to this lifetime bond with the Lord Almighty?” I am prepared “Wonderful, then that should be all.” he says as he gestures you out of the office with a smile, “This shall be brought to His Eminence, Manfried. You shall hear word of your acceptance and placement soon enough.” he nods before saying finally, “God bless you.” as you walk out and say so in return.