Vamoose

Hello my username is Yung_N_Hung and I have 2FA for LotC. Got a new phone and my codes disappeared on my app. Can I get a new key or just have 2FA removed in game?

Jobless? No gf? High school bullies zip tie you to the bus? No problem, just conquer 300 lbs brain dead slimes like yourself on minecraft! And then when you’re done post the video on YouTube with a completely unusable soundtrack! Nailed it!

((Reserved))

@Sporadic ur my favorite dev

FORMAT Name of settlement: Belvitz --- (Settlement; Freebuild) Peak time: 6:00 PM --- 12:00 AM (WeekDays) 10:00 AM --- 8:00 PM(WeekEnds) Populace density: Ranked by most to least: Humans, Elves, Other Brief description: Merchant State hosting various traders and individuals interested in mercantilism, casual roleplay. Additionally hosts the Reiter Mercenaries, which engage in a multitude of RP themes, primarily based around conflict. Reiters act as defensive force for Belvitz. List of players able to assist: LukyLucaz Yung_N_Hung SaintPaint Hedonism RickyJC Crusader__ _Stigwig Darksalvo Directions: Anyone traveling to Marna, Haense, Norland, Dominion, High Elves would naturally come across the Whispering Crossroads where Belvitz is established.

@mitch dharma ily too bro

Reporting for duty

Those who pass the whispering crossroads, and the Mothers breast tavern would find the Reiter mercenaries in constant motion, patrolling the general vicinity. Another reiter, Lans would furrow his brows in response to the poster. “Let the fanged green men come into our territory, at the sound of their breath we will dispatch them to meet their miserable spirits.”

In-depth lore, atleast it's not a playable race

((Credits to @mitch dharma and @_Stigwig!))

First season eagles have had a good run since I can’t recall when wrong team dude... and welcome back

“Elves, they’re mere dogs, not of war.” another Reiter would quip. “But snow elves, they’re a host of insects.”

Lans would find himself disheveled, an expressive grimace contorting his face, now crimson with blood. In the cold blistering rain he'd yield his comrades a heavy nod, whatever respite now maintained was only momentary. He'd rein his steed in, facing the southern roads which was a chaotic mosaic of mostly dead Norlandic men. "Let's ride." he'd exclaim, a slow trot would carry his battered form farther and farther away from the scarlet scene, the host of Reiters leaving only embers and blood in their wake.