excited

Grisha walked into the lab and saw Veluc wasn't there. He paused, before exiting the lab with a lofty shrug of his shoulders.

"I swear sometimes he's hurtling through some vacuum in space and getting lost. We were supposed to do our lesson an hour ago. Where is he?"

As if the teacher doesn't show up in 10 minutes you can leave, Grisha just left to go attend to personal matters. All the while, Veluc was getting throttled by some ugly planetary hell-scape outside their comprehension.

"My soul bleeds burgundy," said Alexander Montalt, the brother of Radmir.

The Anti-Pontiff Dmitri Derfey blessed this counter-offensive.

"May the agents of the Burning Bush, the False Curia, and the Dwarven Puppet Masters be bathed in fire."

Exalted Derfey laments the fall of one of his chosen, "If only the HAENSER devils kept to what they're good at and kept on beating on unarmed women with gentrified can-openers instead of killing my boy! My dear, darling boy. BY GOD! Bring him back to me, o' Lord."

On 9/20/2023 at 12:14 AM, Crevel said:

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I have heard unsavoury things for years about Milenkhov whether it be toxic behaviour or otherwise. One instance was an anecdote I heard years ago from a former staff member that was threatened with a dox by Milen if the staff member didn't do what they wanted... which resulted in the staff member resigning out of fear. There are also other things, but I'll let them remain unsaid because Administration are aware of them and they should be handling it.

 

I do not think that an individual that should already be permanently banned, given all the information that Administration are known to have, should be put into a position of authority where Milenkhov would have easier accessibility to the personal information of players and sway (byway of infractions and other biased treatment) over players who may speak negatively about them and their disgusting behaviours. If an interview comes about as a result of this application, I would sincerely hope that someone on Administration begins putting forth a mandate for termination due to a propagation of blatant safety risks.

One instance was an anecdote I heard years ago from a former staff member that was threatened with a dox by Milen if the staff member didn't do what they wanted... which resulted in the staff member resigning out of fear.

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4 hours ago, MaltaMoss said:

Valentin Mareno peered down upon the Commonwealth from above, forever resting in the vast bounty of the seven skies. A deep sigh escaped the aged mercenary, a certain depressive twinge lingering in his voice. 


"I'm so sorry, Paul."

"IDC," proclaimed Penultimate Paul, Sailor the Ferrymen, from his abode within the Seven Skies. It was then that Emperor Bartholomew Derfey played his harp, proclaiming to the Heavens for all to see the sad tale of the Republic of the Petra, done away to become an Aaunite piastdom of no consequence whatsoever, inhabited only by snakes and troglodytes who aspire to lick the boots of foreign dignitaries for the slightest smidge of clout. 

Emperor Vesper Derfey smiles and then prepares to lay waste to the Kingdom of Haense with his newfound Tripartite armies. With the combined forces of Derfey-Renatus, the Piastdom of Aaun, and Fake-adria the true Emperor of Man would see to it that at last the North Man was pushed to the very fringes of civilized society, wrung from the earth much like a dirty towel being flung at a high velocity out of a broken, rattling washing machine.

"Derficus Eternicus," proclaimed the Renatian Emperor to his followers with perverse glee. The Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth, and Seventh Coalition Wars had begun. The Derfeonic Wars were just beginning. @Mio@Nectorist

"OK, now that is epic." said Quintadrette Derfey, Professor of the College of Talar'nor.

Valas the Sailor sends somebody else in his stead. A letter would be penned to his old ally Tymen.

Let it not be said that time is fleeting. May you and the princess have many good years together free of longing or adversity, despite her cow-like fascination with you.

Sincerely, V

The High Pontiff, blessed be his name, Derfi Eternicus III, blesses the man's death with the ceremonious silhouette of an obsidian burning cross in front of Norland.

The Red Faith could not save Dagius Fylch, but Derfi could. He welcomed him into the Seven Hells with glee.

"Welcome home. We shall find your restitution soon, and you shall find your reckoning against your enemies as a vengeful spirit. Death to those who abandoned you. In a world filled with such wretched sin, you stood apart as the most moral man there, and they castigated you here - to me - in Hell!"

I knew you'd say Diogenes. 'Lo, behold, it's a man!

Paul shrugs, then shrugs, and then shrugs again. Before shrugging a fourth time.

what's your favorite zoo animal

favorite lotc historical figure

favorite rl historical figure

In the midst of the night, corpses were littered throughout the consecrated grounds of the Valdev Cathedral. A place of awe and reverence for the one true God or so they say, the Everardian Basilica was a place of beauty and it appeared transfixed in time hundreds of years in the past. The hallowed traditions of Canonism could be seen in every nook and cranny of how the interior of the basilica was arranged. Upon crossing the foyer into the building, a raven-haired boy moved along with a bottle of alcohol and some matches. Before long, the place was thrown into absolute disarray. The boy moved to and fro with a madness to his step, destroying all that was within reach as the Tree Demon had instructed. 

The stained glass murals that depicted many vital historical events of the Haeseni people were shattered with stones. Sacrilege perpetrated by a boy with nefarious aims, to be certain, as he did not merely stop at overturning every table and smashing every piece of furniture and pottery in sight. The horrifically mutilated corpses of goats were found crucified within the church and dangling whilst nailed to the cross by each limb. Goat’s blood smeared every inch of the tile flooring. Shattered glass could be found upon the ground at the origin point of what was seen to be a blazing inferno that consumed many of the church’s well-decorated interiors. The pews and chairs over-turned. 

Written in blood outside of the burning basilica were the following words: Alea iacta est. And so the boy made his departure, forgoing the ruined sanctuary forevermore, and abandoning the reverenced divine in pursuit of something more.

Soren Goldhand looks to Goran Goldhand and then grins broadly ear-to-ear. The Beardling said to his father, "What now?" @Esterlen

In a familiar land with inauspicious timing, our unsightly leads find themselves immersed in things beyond their understanding. Two boys, raven-haired, and recently on the road after the death of their mother. Bastard born, quick-witted, malicious and glum. They find themselves in the woods before an ominous sight.

Entangled within its roots was a limp skeleton, a rotting carcass with shreds of skin hanging off of its face, and maggots crawling across its body. This place had long since become a place of sanctuary for them, so to find such a thing there was shocking to the both of them. 

Yet, the thing - the skeleton - beneath the tree made them a promise. So the boys set out from the sanctuary of the Tree Demon to locate what was required. The ashes of their dead mother, once held as sacrosanct, was procured from their vestigial home in a town far from there. Entombed within an urn forevermore, the boys received the war hero George Galbraith’s ashes too from the Duke of Adria’s butler, before they began their search for the tree’s other requests. One boy found a goat and slew it during a hunt, whilst the other tried to deduce what the Tree Demon had intended to be his enemy. Within the land of Talar’nor, the second boy had at last found his quest.

An elven prince had wronged his brother. So the second boy had challenged him to a duel. At the mere age of eighteen, the second boy had endured many trials, and was as wily and chaotic as he was malevolent. The elf lord was the type of warrior who was foretold in stories and fables. Long and blowing auburn hair, a slim nose, and a tranquil gaze that was broken only by his expressions of somber contemplation.

The elf was close to six-foot-five and bore the regalia of a warrior. His pristine armor was unmarred by conflict, as new and pristine as the day he had received it on the evening of his wedding years earlier. The boy, however, hungered for something more. He hungered for bloodshed and could not contain his own violent impulses. As a wolf besets cattle in the nighttime when the farmers are asleep, the second boy besets his foe for the insult the elf had dealt his brother. The two exchanged insults before drawing their blades, and there was a clashing of swords between the two. Flourish, parry, pirouette. 

Before long a ruckus began in the background. As the fight had started, the second boy had flung his brother into a mage who was casting her resonance. The second boy slashed the elven lord across the face, pivoting and then going to jab his sword into the warrior’s armpit with a sudden gush of blood washing out of his wound, the ruptured flesh pierced by his steel. In retaliation, the elf lord reached up and gouged out the boy’s eye, and then the boy screamed in pain before kicking him down the steps and fleeing. The boys' mission had been a success, but one conquered at a steep price.

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I would like it if, say, Slot 0 you could swap to it, and it's your "Transient Soul Stone Slot".

What that means is you skip the middleman with Slot 0 of having to set it manually with a CMD.

So, you just punch one of the Spawn Pillars with your Slot 0 without typing a CMD, and it instantly swaps it; but only with the spawn-related SS pillars.

What do you say? @The60th

"Am I invited?" asked Paul.

if you don't like them i'm going to kill you in-game and nobody can stop me i own the government

Sir Dima Cato Ivanovich, the woman's paternal grandfather, smiles from the Seven Skies.

Speaking to you and Eric here and there over the years has been a pleasure. Goodbye, EnderDragonSlayer66. Derfey sends his regards.

Sailor Cathair is all menacing or whatever,

"From one battle and onto the next."

Paul still remembered the latter days of his youth, where the woman - Maude - had held a sword aloft, allowing its flat to glance gently against the apex of his shoulder blade. It was then that the Duke of Petra pronounced, "... And you shall be called Pavel Ivanovich, The Tongue."

His time in Petra had largely determined his future. He remembered the time they spent together in the church, discussing Maude's mother's poems. So too did he remember the many times he lifted his sword in her defense. Paul reminisced while standing on a hilltop overlooking a vast tree line, the sun setting over the horizon and bathing the sky in an orange-tinted light. The two shared an ambition that was simple, to allow their children not to suffer the same tribulations they both had suffered.

There were many times that his lady wife had saved him from the summit of his own worst impulses. The bodies of his past were something he could almost instantly envision, the many people he had killed in his life. From enemy soldiers, to a Carrion, to Sons of Petra, and his friend's sister. When his friend Emilio had died, it was Maude who was there to support Paul. For a boy who had been orphaned early, who was born a bastard legitimized only by the love of his life's father for committing murder during the Revolution, that had meant more than many people could fathom.

Paul Montalt drew his sword from its scabbard, eying the icy blue-tinged steel and its emblazoned Ruskan letters with remorse. His wife was now going to die. The love of his life was gone, and even worse he was going to be left to pick up the pieces. However, he did not allow his grief to consume him. From the very moment he had been born he had been faced with such tribulations. His father was killed in war, his mother was dead when he was born, so he was just pleased to have met one kind soul who would do more than tolerate him.

He knew whether or not she died, he would never marry again, nor humor the idea of another partner. Paul did not believe in the Seven Skies, and he was not sure he would see Maude again - but he knew one simple thing: Honor and virtue before all else.

"Over twenty-years," Paul commented to nobody but the trees, accompanied by the hooting of an owl in the distance as sunset plummeted and the earth was shrouded in opaque darkness.

I shall love you always.

Somewhere, Sir Paul Montalt lifted up a glimmering star-steel blade. He regarded its luminescent surface with foggy eyes, recalling that years before, he had slain his best friend Emilio's sister. He remembered Livia's defiant eyes as they stood in the arena. "Simply go into my custody, and you will be spared from the fighting." He remembered her vocal disagreement as she said, "You will have to kill me. If you let me live, I'll return to fight with the true Archduke." Her words oozed venom. Paul could feel a pang of regret in his heart, but he did that which he was conditioned to do his whole life. Before a stadium of hundreds of onlookers, he pivoted and drove his thanhic blade sword through her heart, killing her instantaneously. Clean.

Treachery has its price. I tried to save her. She made her choice. People cannot be saved.

No pain. Or at least Paul hoped.

His wife Maude peered to him with a lifted eyebrow, to which Paul said the following.

"I pray for her soul, I pray for Emilio's soul the most though, and I hope to tender my care to his shrine once I get the chance."

@Axelu