hotbox_monk

I guess we should start exposing all the other NL’s and gov’t officials that OOCly talk about their agendas. Then we can ban all of the problems lmao. Like wtf. Since when can players not talk and be competitive out of rp. Why do you get to control what the **** someone says? I love @SquakHawkand I love @Heero, but like can our red tags get it together and get rid of the actual problem that’s had HUNDEREDS OF COMMENTS AND REPLIES as to players’ feelings about an admin. Like how are we gonna be so negligent to our community and ignore their pleas? Y’all some ******* babies sometimes. Except Squak and Heero because y’all are legends. BUT USE YOUR LEGEND MINDS TO FIX OUR BROKEN COMMUNITY. Even if what you think is right. Doesn’t mean it’s right just because you’re admin. Listen to your community and act upon their wishes instead of being tyrannical and vague about anything and everything. This whole thing honestly sums up the shallowness of a certain admin. once again. Don’t steal my ip and don’t ban me for speaking my mind. let’s not live in ******* Minecraft Russia you commie bastards.

Actually I retract my previous comment. Don’t ban me or steal my ip please.

What's your favorite niche of RP? I have as of late, stepped outside of my normal boundaries, but 'grimdark' low-fantasy stories are always the most enthralling to me. Who is someone you admire or look up to on LOTC, whether or not they play anymore? @calculusdesola (Miss u homie) and @Malaise What's your most memorable RP encounter? Azdromoth's house parties. No for real though, my most memorable encounter would certainly have to be the first time I ever spoke with Azdromoth. I was truly on the edge of my seat throughout the duration of the absolute badass and super thrilling immersive event. It was before I was ever Heralded, a year ago now. We had ventured into the firelands to resurrect a fallen Nephilim Prince. The rp was the likes of which I hadn't gotten the opportunity to experience since I played the role of a Dreadknight in Vailor and met Orithur for the first time. An experience almost as appealing as chopping it up with Azdromoth. Which ultimately had led to the beginning of a based relationship between Drakaar and Dwarf. What's your favorite place to RP at? Urguan. I have found my friends here and it's always a good time if you're just trying to chill and do some neat crafting roleplay, which is by far one of my favorite things to do. Why do you enjoy the current community you play in? Honestly, the Dwarves are epic, and they had helped me out a lot when I initially returned in Arcas from an extensive hiatus. If you ever want to find a good community that is open minded and really chill. Go check out Urguan. How has LOTC grown and developed since you first started playing? Sheesh. From starting on this server when I was merely 13 years old till now, being 20 is honestly INSANE to me. Like how? was about LoTC keeps me here. And honestly I've come to realize that it's not only the people and the immersion. But truly its the constant learning every time I play. Taking on writing as a hobby changed my life and helped my pass high school. So like, props to LoTC for being kind of like a toxic english teacher. Why do you play LOTC? Because I have fun and I like to write and these goons that are my friends are actually really dope homies and I enjoy coming on here to play this game we call LoTC with them and the rest of the community. Cheers <3 Love, hotbox

So long, pal. Take care and enjoy time living. ❤️

I guess we're eatin sum skin. +1

o-=X=-o Rhaezaiil met dread that day the boar passed. All he could offer was promises of revenge and glory in his honor. He hoped it would be enough to honor the soul of the elder. Another tankard of ale was poured that day in reminiscence of a late friend as beards from every clan gathered to celebrate the name, Balor Ireheart. As the ship set sail, goodbyes of all kinds could be heard. For that would be the last night with Balor they would share. And so, into the distance the ship containing the memory of Balor's honor set sail. . . The bounty of which Dungrimm would reap for his Great Table of Beards. . . Where the feast was undying. o-=X=-o

-=X=- Rhaezaiil Doomforged poured over maps and missives within the Grand King's council chambers. Many other dwed gathered around the stone table alongside him. Each of the Lord Beards barked and bellowed orders forth for their Elders to dispatch unto their clansmen. The gears of war had been set in motion under the mountain. -=X=-

What was your most meaningful roleplay interaction? Do you remember my Dreadknight from The Sunless Sanctum days when I used to follow you and Benboboy around sometimes? If there was ever something you could implement to the server whether it be lore or a simple feature to better create player immersion or narratives, what would it be?

Rhaezaiil Doomforged set two ember eyes upon the borders of Krug whilst in company with a Dwedkin war-party. “Narvak oz Urguan.” Numerous beards could be heard muttering briefly, the pace of which steadily intensified until all that could be heard were the deafening war-cries of the Beards. “ARUUU!” “ARUUUU!” “ARUU!”

Setting up a build in stages can be a lot easier said than done and I wouldn't wanna see anyone fold under the circumstances. I think it should really be by choice of the nation on how they want to pursue that sort of thing in relation to progressing through a transition period. Builds are extremely hard work and escpeciialy at the caliber of quality LoTC demands from its nation capitals. I think nations should 100% have the option to either fully paste in their capital at once or do it in stages/progressively As well as put CT in different dimension and never acknowledge its existence.

An intrepid harbinger of cataclysm revels in the afterlife.

The Wronged The King's Hand, Rhaezaiil Doomforged. Clan Father to the Doomforged Clan, Lord of its plentiful territories and bountiful treasuries. The Assailant The dishonorable Lord of Dunheim, Falk Irongut; the Lord Justiciar of our Grandiose Urguani High Courts. The Wrong The wrongful accusation of heresy, conspiracy to harbor Azdrazi, conspiracy to commit treason, blatant defamation of character, infringing and reaching to create false charges on little to no evidence. The publishment of a warrant on a multi-national level which served no purpose whereas a Court Summons may have sufficed. Previous statement is evident to the incompetence and obvious inability of the Irongut to do their job properly. Both the last two statements are in concurrence with the FACT that such a tremendously embarrassingly display of the Justiciar's efforts at impartiality toward the Doomforged clan and its Patriarch, Rhaezaiil Doomforged; the wronged. Date of Wrongdoing The year eighty-one of the second age. Seventh of our blessed Grand Harvest. Terms of Settlement The acquisition and transference of ownership over the Irongut Townhouse within the city of fire, Kal'Darakaan. The address of the previously stated property (A-2).

Somewhere in Ebrieties, a soul toils in the fields aimlessly. -=X=- The wretched being laments as fallacy is boasted.

The Doomforged, Rhaezaiil, squinted as he attempted to digest and comprehend the warrant. The brash cry was apparent and made clear as day. Such a wronging upon The King's Hand would be met in return harshly, he thought to himself. If the Lord Justiciar sought to be cordial with his peer and fellow Lord and requested a court summons, Rhaezaiil would have been there before the clock struck the time. Though, this 'warrant' is blatant disrespect to himself and his Clan, for defaming him only further burdens his family with the sins of a forefather. Rhaezaiil sighed, but thereafter soon chuckled tiredly as he was met with the realization that The High Prophet and His faithful to The Pantheon did not sign off upon the labeling and utilization of the term, 'Heretic'. He paused for a moment and began to write title his grudge upon the would-be lord, Falk. -=X=- He dreamt of ripping the beard from Falk's flesh that night. Sanguine and crimson was the blood that splattered so vividly. A bellowing Rhaezaiil reveled in celebration with the beard clutched within his grasp. He awoke. He smiled.

As an ex member of the community as well I really think what you wrote here is rlly dope and will give the Azdrazi more of a fighting chance to actually be the dragons they are meant to personify. +1

Wicked +1

Was just my own take based off of a concept first proposed and authored by Benboboy. Setherien had a way for corruption rather uniquely actually including converting thanhic crystals into blood crystals because he himself was a master blood mage if i remember correctly. But yeah I just wanted to try my hand at lore and I'm just thankful to have recieved the feedback I have. :)

Some wicked witch would cackle maliciously as two glacial palms clasped together. The wretched maiden reveled upon such news, singing ancient hymns which seemingly would scratch at the ears of those unfortunate to have listened.

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GORLOTH The Gorloth Staff and The Gorloth [A Dour Watch Lancer being strangled at the hand of A Gorloth] “Bestow unto us as Setherien once had, return the Gorloth to the fray.” ~The Brightiron Prince says to Azdromoth in his Court of Fire. The Gorloth; A forlorn abomination which is remnants of a bygone time where abyssal sorceries and dark magic reigned with absolute malevolence which strangled the hope from the hearts of many. The Dark Lieutenants of Setherien wielded the wretched tool which had come to be known as The Gorloth Staff. The only device of its kind to hold dominion over the corrupted golems of yore. It was said that the sorceries in which these atrocities were bound to were achieved by a group of Aegisian blood mages enlisted by the benevolence of Setherien even before that of their Asulonian counterpart. It is said black tendrils which drilled and writhed between the joints of the Gorloth could be seen as a graceless bastardization of the draconic creatures their life derived from. It does not matter if the genus is harvested from a Dragaar or a hundred snakes, the end result remains constant. [Promiiitheon, The First Gorloth.] “The **** is a Gorloth?” ~Draakopf to Kalgrimmor ‘pon the eve of his ascension. A Gorloth is essentially a Golem corrupted through the means of blood magick borne from a series of intrepid rituals which had been based upon the premise of corrupting inert or active Golem cores. The Dark lieutenants of Setherien were once said to have scrawled great symbols and pentagrams onto the crust of our very earth. Rituals would have taken place on a grandiose scale of which would require the participation of the many simultaneously; to warp and mend the draconian genus into that of the Gorloth Staff would be the purpose. Only do those daring and/or foolish enough to mayhaps manifest some eldritch terror, use the ritual to conjore a construct of their own, though it is not unheard of. Such times went by and had long been forgotten until the Black Titan, Azdromoth set his smouldering gaze upon that of two Dwed. A pair of visages wrought of malice and greed glared back unto the sublime First-Born who he himself had been a conjuror of malevolent sorceries. A deal was devised and the Arch-Wyrm knew the mortal spawn would once again wreak havoc upon the realm. A world he had wished so badly to be rid of Order so that Chaos may ensue and bring about an Age of Fire. And so, they would enact the next several decades as harbingers of the wyrm’s wroth and in return the ancient knowledge, once wielded by Aegisian blood mages, was retrieved from His lexicon and bestowed upon the two. The Gorloth Staff acts as the source of power and sentience to the Gorloth itself in tandem with the Lexicon. One with naught the other, simply does not work. In order to create a staff one must first properly go about corrupting a golem’s core which would then be transmogrified into a newfound Lexicon . The process of which is no easy feat and will serve as a test to Man’s willingness to serve The Dark. [Archetypal blood mages during the dawn of the First Age bringing to life Promiiitheon.] The Gorloth Staff In a bid to trounce the mystical Dwarven Golemancers of times bygone, it was Setherien who ultimately succeeded in recreating a dauntless comparison of the Stone Men. Through a series of malefic alchemical amalgamations of the dark arts did the Sun Swallower birth anew perverse, but yet profound incarnation of corruption. It was His Dark Lieutenants who would hoist these mighty sceptres wrought of draconian corruption and charge forth unto battle behind the ranks of their Gorloth. There may only be one particular staff per Gorloth and should the the staff be compromised in any sort of way, The Gorloth will cease to function as it had. Rendering itself lifeless and rid of sentience should The Gorloth Staff be destroyed and or disposed of by the means of breaking and or burning, etc. The Staff itself is capable due to the malefic magic imbued within to corrupt any existing Golem into a Gorloth. Such a process might define the will and ability to persevere of the one who wields The Staff, as they will have to formulate and conceptualise a strategy to subdue and corrupt the Golem over the span of time it takes for it to become a Gorloth. The initial core that resides within a Golem, once tainted by The Staff, will become abyssal and black as the thanhium turns to that of a Lexicon. The core, once azure and radiant, would soon be rendered unto a tool of Setherien’s device; The Lexicon would serve the wielder of The Gorloth Staff and the Gorloth itself. The Lexicon The sublime Gorloth staff and its ability to corrupt and change serves as a sort of reiteration to Setherien’s past tendencies whereas the Sun Swallower himself in times of old would transmute thanhic crystals into that of blood crystals. Such is reminiscent in the mystery that is The Lexicon. To each is their own and may one lead to an alternate rumination; Each staff is privy to what lain within their respective Gorloth’s ‘mind’. Behaviour The Gorloth is stricken with dread and sorrow as it undergoes a drastic change in its programming, essentially. Oftentimes faces will appear to surface within the stygian tendrils that writhe and contort within the construct which seemingly would call out to those free on the other side. Such an effect can be an umbrage to the Gorloth and its thoughts, but dread is in its nature and it is born to be a harbinger of such. Servitude is the nature of this construct, but yet within the depths of its own ruminations, permitted by the black magick its wrought of; thoughts of betrayal and deceit linger and fester. To wield a Gorloth Staff is to forever be watchful of your back and the One you so daringly command. The Gorloth is often going to ask questions and seem inquisitive, though even if believed by their master, this is a mere flaw in their almost perfect design. Though they will never truly retain the understanding of what it is they ask, they will always persist to attempt to understand. Perhaps a reminiscence of the genus used in their creation or perhaps a flaw, but one may never know truly. Appearance The Gorloth may stand up to (8ft) at max unless a Greater Gorloth is constructed, which itself is left up to the imagination of the Creator. Inherently it is by the hand of the progenitor who would sculpt these Gorloths into whichever image they so desired. These archetypal masons were that of a malignant order and it would be their very own horrific thoughts in which their creations held reflection. Often times it is existing Golems who are corrupted then turned to Gorloths so by nature of the dark magikk lain deep within the staff, interpreted only by one divine or omniscient, then it is only the stygian tendrils that manifest that would change any apparent aesthetic otherwise. The application of igniting embers and creating heat distortions around ones person is permitted. Abilities Ignite Flame [Combative] The Gorloth possesses the capability to ignite or extinguish flame with its palm/fist or it may en wreathe its head in a crown of flame. Anything further is not permitted. If one wishes the ability to en wreathe their blade and or armament in flame they must specify such in a MArt. A Gorloth may often times use this ability to assist their master in starting fires whilst on wayward adventures in lands remote. This ability requires 1 emote to cast and lasts for 10 emotes. Greater Gorloth [MArt Only] The possibilities and ranges are simply left up to the imagination of the one submitting the artefact Gorloth. Though, it is encouraged by the lore holder for the sake of roleplay that if such an artefact be submitted, that substantial roleplay has gone into the creation of such a construct. The Creation Ritual The creation ritual itself serves as a pinnacle to blood magic invention for the success achieved can only be looked upon in awe as one may wonder what sort of divine intervention would look to create such a monstrosity. Naught it was, for Man lay waste to any claim that He is not able to persevere through sheer will and with the genus of dragonkin and or anything descending from the Slumbering God, all the way down to a snake; Let there be life from the blood from Setherien, Child of Knowledge itself. Upon creating a circle with the use of the following runes to reflect its unique commanding power; Life and Binding, alongside that of the symbol for Power itself. Without some sort of genus derived from a creature with relation to Setherien the ritual will falter. This means that even an abundance of snakes carefully collected and treated to be extracted of their genus could serve as a supplement for the ritual. In fact it is not uncommon for those who wield Gorloth Staffs to carry with them in fact serpents! Often not venomous, but still such a detail is a rather fascinating indication of the willpower these Gorloth Warlocks possess. Albeit this would inherently serve as the foundations of creation for the invention pioneered by Setherien and his ancient cabal of Aegisian blood mages. REDLINES Appearance/Durability/Weakness Redlines: CREDITS hotbox_monk/hotboxYSL: Writer @z3m0s: For telling me about the lore and it’s history and for being the reason I wrote this lore today. Thanks for being the homie. @Formenost: In depth consultation and moral support @Sorcerio: In depth consultation and moral support https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/202370-%E2%9C%93-magic-lore-blood-magic/

A certain intrepid beast bore a gaze wrought of malice and deprivation and set it 'pon that of the domain in which the Academy had lain. Thoughts of serpent flesh participated in company with his ruminations.

THE END A Tale of Draakopf Doomforged; The Bane of Urguan [Draakopf standing beside Azdromoth before The Father took flight.] “From stone to scale, my wings are torn, A song of death do I sing. A curse to fear, a rite to mourn, Love not the pain I bring. Splendor to dust, my soul forlorn, We are your fallen kings. But now we die, to be reborn, When Aenguls clip our wings.” The Book of Dragons - Era Unknown The age of the Dragon had finally ended within Urguan as the blades of The Brightiron Prince came to clash with that of The Grand King’s own. . . Such a fate had been decided by The God’s many moons before and it would be they who were so absolute in their omniscience as the bore witness to The Ashen One’s destined death. [Draakopf faces down Bakir before their swords cross one final time.] “I am ash. To ash I will return.” -Draakopf Brightiron As Ebrietas incandescence shone ‘pon that of Kal’Darakaan and its humble folk, so too did a wretched force stir in the dank caverns of Urguan’s under-realm. . . Eyes like embers smouldering with a certain fury within the shadows conjured a feeling in the air that night. Foreordained by the dragon himself, The King, The Prophet and He, The Dragon would be intertwined in their fates. And so, both dark dwarves of Azdromoth would set out on their hunt for the Goldmask, but alas it would be the Scion of Yemekar who would instead meet the wrath of Draakopf Doomforged. The sound of thunder erupted within the Hall of Fire and a stygian steed rendered sooner than expected into their line of sight. . . Unbeknownst to Norli’s faithful servant it was his final moments of life for soon did Bloodbane cleave his head from his shoulders. Blood runneth through the streets and thy Prophet had been sundered to the depths of Kal’Darakaan by the vehemence of Draakopf Doomforged. Though, had it not been for the Hero, Bakir ‘Orcs Blood’ Ireheart so too would have Norli draw his last breath at the hand of The Dragon. And so, as The King and The Herald sundered from the falls in a blaze of glory it would be the Gods with which their fate had lain. Lifelessly did Draakopf’s corpse recoil upon the rocks below. . . Yet, A King arose; The Hero of Urguan was this monarch whomst had seemingly given his life to vanquish the Black Scourge of Urguan. And as he stood, so too would he loft the Sacred Spear of Draakopf Brightiron triumphantly. . . The Dragon had been slain. [A litany of scattered historical texts recovered by Draakopf during The Herald King’s search for draconic artifice.] [Such texts would have been left to Brankhyn Doomforged and solely him, so the following is IRP knowledge only.] “It was with great ardor that He (Azdromoth) brought his gaze down unto the creature that was scorned… The child, once a man, had been born again in the embers of the Nameless One, urged now to create more progeny for the Black Titan. A gift granted to Man under the fabled banner of Horen, a gift squandered - falling into disuse with the coming of the decrepit Eldari. To make things right, the firstborn of the Titan’s progeny wrought his powerful knuckles around her horns with fury, shattering them like handlebars and casting the former Elf Giantess to the ground with a forceful heave of his arms. Azdromoth basked in the glory of the triumph; Man had overcome the Eldari, and had proven the will of the Nephilim to be resolute.” The Book of Epochs “To my grandson.”

OKAY POP OFF! WOWOWOWOW, THE IMAGINATION IN THIS PIECE LOOKS WONDERFUL! ABOUT TO DELVE INTO THE LORE!