Aesopian

what about a wonk magic plugin?

The name for epiphytes that served the September Prince were Sporophytes, they typically had a fungal aesthetic. Great post, also.

Good start, but let's get that number down to 0, and have you not read my posts at all.

Sorry, didn't realize it being in the second sentence of a two-sentence post would be 'buried too deep' for you to read. I'll make sure to correct that, next time. :)

Follow-up poll:

I did not expect more than 200 replies to my other poll, so I'm going to take advantage of the attention to get specific thoughts from the community on a number of topics, because I want to know what you think. I'll probably make some more polls like this on the other topics, too. So, people seem to want some religion-related mechanics, but they're pretty split on it. Let us see if we can make something work. I am going to create some draft mechanics below, and you can respond in the poll above, section-by-section, to give your opinion. Please note that all costs and the magnitude of effects (e.g. Deus Vult lasting 2 months) are not final. Faith Characters now have two additional components to their persona card: an outer faith, which is visible for other players who /persona view you, and an inner faith, which is visible only to you and the plugin. You can select both of these independently from each other. You can at any time essentially 'create' a new religion, by just writing in a new string of text for either of these values. Mods will be able to make certain religions synonymous for the sake of bookkeeping, e.g. Cannonism, Church of the Cannon, High Pontiff, which will all be treated as the same religion mechanically. In roleplay, your outer faith should roughly correspond to what your character outwardly displays, and your inner faith to what your character inwardly holds to be true. You could be a secret Arugula worshipper despite outwardly acting as a nice halfling Knoxite, for example. Nations Nations now have 'approved faiths', and the NL of a nation has control of its approved faiths, and can, at any time, remove or add faiths. For each player character, if their outer faith corresponds with an approved faith of that character's nation, the nation gains 0.2 faith points each month, and if their inner faith corresponds with an approved faith of that character's nation, the nation gains 0.8 faith points each month. This gives a maximum total of 1.0 faith points given to that character's nation each month, if they have an inner and outer faith which are approved by that nation. The amount gained is then divided by the cubed root of the # of national faiths. For a character to contribute faith points to a nation, this requires that player have been active for at least 20 hours in the previous month on the character. Example 1: A character has the outer faith Canonism and the inner faith Ibleesism, and belongs to the nation Haense. Haense approves of Canonism, the Red Faith, and Wonkism. The player is active on that character more than 20 hours a month. So, Haense gains 0.2/(3^(1/3)) = 0.2/1.44 = 0.14 faith points per month from this character. Example 2: A character has the outer faith Aspectism and the inner faith Aspectism, and belongs to the nation Malinor. Malinor approves of Aspectism, Canonism, Wonkism, Manism, Voidism, Pastafarianism, Dirtism, and Carbism. The player is active on that character more than 20 hours a month. So, Malinor gains 1/(8^(1/3)) = 1/2 = 0.5 faith points per month from this character. In roleplay, the approved faiths of a nation should roughly correspond with the faiths that nation approves of (obviously). Religious Leaders You can, if you so choose, set another player character as your religious leader, of which you can have one for your external and internal faith. If they accept, they will gain 0.2 faith points per month if your external faiths are concordant, and and 0.8 faith points per month if your internal faiths are concordant. This number is then given a 10% bonus. If they have a religious leader of their own, they can pass these points along to them using the same mechanism, and receive the 10% bonus, but this bonus can only stack 5 times. If a religious leader has no character set as their own leader, they can either (A) donate these points to a nation at any time, or (B) spend them as described below. In roleplay, this should roughly correspond to the hierarchy of your religion. You might go to church (and have faiths in accordance with) pastor Bob, who is your religious leader, and he works under archbishop Dave, who is his religious leader, and he works under High Pontiff Ted. This chain would give Ted 1.33 faith points per month. Spending Faith Points: Nations [SAMPLE, NOT FINAL] Nations can spend faith points on the following actions: Deus Vult (200 Faith Points): Halve the cost of all warclaims for your nation, for the next two months. Treasury Contributions (100 Faith Points): Add 1000 mina to your nation's treasury. Religious Activity (40 Faith Points): Waive the activity check for your nation, once. Holy Knights (20 Faith Points per Player): Waive the cost of a mercenary for your nation for one warclaim. Spending Faith Points: Religious Leaders [SAMPLE, NOT FINAL] Religious leaders can spend faith points on the following actions: Religious Wars (200 Faith Points): Enable a revolution casus belli for any member of this faith who is a member or owner of the target tile. Relic Expedition (200 Faith Points): Request the ST run an eventline pertaining to your religion, during which one item with a mechanical effect from the following list will be spawned (Sharpness II, Sharpness I, Fire Aspect I, Feather Falling IV, Unbreaking IV, Protection II, Protection I, Thorns I). Declare Sacred Site (150 Faith Points): Declare a tile as sacred to your faith, of which only one can exist at any time. Characters of your faith who fight on this tile as defenders in either a siege or field battle gain Strength I. In theory, you could have a secret inner faith (perhaps you are an Iblees worshipper) and contribute enough points to your cult leader to allow them to attempt to trigger a revolution inside a nation.

u shud vote accordingly in that case

Minecraft

I forgot defender default for raids WOOPS

I'm interested in getting opinions of the community on a few topics. This isn't for the sake of the Development team, but it will inform my own personal thoughts on these topics. Follow-up poll:

We really need to write the Batrachomyomachia

Aesopian's pupils trace over the post, and his eyes narrow. No more passive-aggressive remarks? No more letting out his frustration and rage in a Minecraft roleplay server's forums? His fat flap flutters in disgust. Slowly, Aesopian begins to stand up. Like the titular whale from Brendan Fraiser's award-winning Whale, his blob-like form shakily rises from his gamer chair, leaving behind fossilized cheetos that were, many years ago, lost below his monster truck tire fat rolls. Each step he takes causes a magnitude 4.3 earthquake (down from 5.1 after his most recent diet). The reinforced floor tiles below him squeal in pain. Each pounding step takes him closer to the basement door. Sweat curdles the leftover Dorito powder on his face. He could feel his heart about to explode out of his chest, as it worked harder than it had in years. Still, he pressed on, eating a can of lime Coke. That's right, eating it. The metal and everything. He had stomach acid like a dog that could break down anything. As the door creaks open, he tugs a drooping line of metal beads, the sickly-yellow light snapping to life and illuminating the dank, dusty domain. Taking the first step down the stairs, a filing cabinet came into view. Nothing would stop him from demonstrating his superiority in Minecraft arguments. Nothing! The shimmer of old marker glistens on a piece of cardboard attached to his cabinet. And it reads... 'Muppet Babies - @GaiusMarius'

Hmm, says Ti'gobser.

godly

Ibraheem is love, Ibraheem is life

This made me lol

Is Dresdrasil and Arugula the same person Also it effin sux that N'zoth was basically farted to nothing. The Old Gods were cool... and now they're poop.

I typically don't do this, but I have alternative motives. Here are some corrections for various spelling and grammatical mistakes in the intro to your lore. Woad sounds like a spelling mistake, but it could just be some weird wood I haven't heard of. I've put a question-mark beside it. I tried to restrict most of my edits to the aforementioned, but I have taken the liberty of making some small sentence changes to help it flow better. Depending on things, I might spend some more time going over this.

We should probably make testing for these things more involved or costly. Maybe require nations fork over 250 mina of reagents or something to ‘test’ someone effectively says Ti’gobser.

"SarahBarah once invited me into a dark alley where she showed me a Wonk. I've had to go to therapy every week for the last three years, and sometimes I still remember that green head appearing from out of her shoe." - subprofits

Schkrit... schkrit... schkrit... The chisel ate against the wall, leaving behind a single irregular gash. It was lost the moment I looked away, tangled in a web of thousands of them. The walls were crisscrossed with countless marks, each a single cut into stone. Like a fingerprint, pressed, over and over, into ink and then onto paper. This was my print impressed upon the world. The squeak of metal came, and another mark was left. The stone gives way over time, if you spend long enough at it, much like dirt. As a child, I remember digging holes in the fields of my parent's estate. Little clumps of soil, crumbling from its walls, just the same as the pebbles ground down by hours of rubbing on stone. The hole stretched backwards, farther than the light of my lantern would carry. The single candle inside sputtered against the darkness, molten wax oozing into a mound at the bottom of its rusted iron container. The light is my angel, protecting me from the blackness that could swallow me up if it were to go out. When I was a humble seminarian, the school would send us occasionally on trips to assist in raising churches for new communities. I became good at it, I think, I was always handy with tools. Fastidiousness, hard-work, these were virtues, and I would be virtuous, I would tell myself. There was nothing different about the latest raising, until I woke up to a commotion. There was a miracle: God has told our bishop that the chapel would not stand until a living man was buried below the foundations. He told me that I was chosen for this monumental task, and that I would go below the earth and become the one to build our future. I remember seeing my brothers for the last time, but their faces have melted into a pale, amorphous mass. I remember the heat of the sun leaving me for the last time, and the last smell of air before there was only stone. Sometimes, I can the see the glint of a man in the stone who I do not recognize. He has long, hanging jowls, a face piled with wrinkles shoveled on by time. His lips are parched and cracked, speckled with stone. A scraggly white beard hangs low from around them. The eyes are sunken, depressed into his skull like there was nothing behind them. Dull-blue pupils gawk out senselessly at the world. Each eye is bordered by a heavy, bushy grey brow. He is bald, but long drags of filthy, tattered hair run down from his temples and occiput to his shoulders, like the hair of horses. His skin is a sickly tan-amber, from a people used to bright sun, but now sucked of its color by time spent in the dark. He is dirty, dusty, desperately in need of a bath. He is hungry, thirsty, and alone. My hands look so old when I see them by the glint of the candle, calloused into wads of skin. I imagine it is like the hands of a mole. The metal of my chisel is a single scratching talon, worn down to bare but a stub. My beard is whiskers. I think that I am like the mole of God, digging his kingdom out of the earth. When I lick my lips, it tastes dry as rock. I lick the wall, and it tastes the same, that is how I know. I couldn't say how long I've been down here. There is no sun or moon, only me. Sleep is irregular, it comes in fits and bursts. Even then, the dreams are so often of this place, I'm not even sure if I am awake, now. It feels like I wake up, and the chisel is already in my hand against the wall. So, I just keep cutting. I have to, I must. Unto eternity. God wills it. Schkrit... schkrit... schkrit...

*jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, that's a very good community update.

God, I wish.

Ribbit.