Malgonious

Uprising: Rebirth Dark was the day that came upon the Yatl Wasteland. Sorrowful the land was that once churned with spring blossoms and summer dandelions, the cold having taken all that once was, buried beneath a blanket of frost and a sheet of snow. From the bitter cold emerged a collective of figured cloaked in a ever-present shadow, lurking through the ice storm that pelted against their woolen cloaks, freezing them through whatever attempt they had made to keep warm. “How much further must weh heft t’is package, Aragon? Meh stomac’ aches.. This cold.. It has chilled meh tuh the vereh bone!” A walking reanimation of a faceless dwarf would tread forward, his torn green kilt rubbing against the frost-covered snowdrift they strode upon. “Not much further now.. We have entered the bleakest point in our journey, Belgor..” Aragon would state, his blue hazed eyes closing as they walked through an ancient stone archway, proceeding into what would appear to be an old fortress.. Within the possession of the two would be a coffin entwined with twigs and vines strung together with a coarse rope upon a sled, begrudging the reanimation pulled and pulled as they entered an area with a sky as black as could be.. Through a pale stone-gate they strode into.. Walking out into an opening blanket of snow. Aragon stopped as he came into communion with another figure who stood awaiting their arrival, a dwarf whose skin had turned a dark grey, his eyes bleak and filled with sorrow as the two approached him.. The dwarf’s eyes shifted to the coffin, shaking his head. “Another one..” the old dwed would sigh as he turned his back, leading the two onward as the sled continued its trek forward.. Their journey almost coming to a conclusion as the maddening whispers and distant screams could be heard the closer they got to their destination.. Black tendrils would be seen writhing and rumbling as they moved around, blatantly aware of the descendants arrival, almost as if to be leading them forward to what they approached. “For so long.. The descendants have sinned..” a voice would echo across the black sky, the air becoming thicker and clouded as if a thick fog overtook them as they approached… “You shall heed my words.. For they are the truth..” the voice would boom, the three flinching as the coffin would suddenly be ripped into the air, a tendril wrapped around the package, tearing apart the lid of the object. “The Lords and Gods of your kind.. Complete disregard for what you sow..” a living creature would be seen struggling in the tendrils enwrapture, being slammed against the ground as she fought, the ice denting and the fog increasing in thickness.. The ground shook as the voice once more heeded. “If you will not hear the truth, you shall see.. Sunflower of Malin..” The elf would be released from the tendrils grip.. Her tenacity paramount to who she was fundamentally as she stood before what she understood not. “Your hour has come.. The time of rebirth is upon this world.. And you shall be one of my most treasured instruments.” Memories and visions would flicker across her mind as she stood there overwhelmed, the infestation setting root as her eyes slowly lost their light.. A carapace overtaking her figure as she stood there observing what would be her timely end.

Svarr Grimlee would stand behind Ulric Grimlee on all manners and affairs of the realm. *** Mar Volaren would offer his condolences and desires council with the recently retired mayor.

Malgunuz’Raguk stands beside his kin, his war cleaver in hand. He was ready for one last fight, to protect the future that he couldn’t before. ”...”

Small Council Vote Voter Name: Sigrid, "Dead-Eye," Grimlee Clan: Grimleee Sheriff Preferred Sheriff: Ulric Grimlee Mayor Preferred Mayor: Xalid Arden

Malgunuz would recall speaking highly of the purple Uruk just the other day.. he begins to sharpen his skull-axe, his demeanor had grown cold, demented his face appeared as he blah'd: "tuh Mani kubz flat mi peep.. TUH MANI!" A blood curling rage would envelope the Red Uruk, his digits wrapping around the handle of his weapon as he storms off, His rage was one that needed direction...

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Would take his axe back from Uther Grimlee as he stepped into the Hall of the Father, a smile across his face as they embraced, a reunion of old faces. "It is good to finally have you with us Brother Uther.. shall we begin."

Malgunuz claps excitedly for the new posters. "BUBHOZH!!!"

Malgunuz would grunt in disgust after reading the Braduk proclamation. "Latz am weak.."

Hello Lord of the Craft community, Malgonious with another ET related topic. Currently with the upcoming event-zone project and the new ET recruits about to come on-board to the team, I've found myself with a lack of resources when it comes to actors in my events. I wanted to get eight players for a one-time event that will be given a script, role and effects based around the role they are representing in the Event. This is a great opportunity if you've applied for the Event Team to get yourself some experience and an idea of what we do on the team. I'd love to be able to give that chance to the player-base, so please if you feel the drive to do something a little extra, apply below! IGN: Discord: Time played on LoTC: Reason for applying: Experience with past events(s) I have run:

I am all for the return of Nexus until a proper system is finished to replace it. You took away part of our server's individuality however much you want to whine and moan that it took away from real RP, thats really not true at all. It gave you something to work towards on your character, some reason to go out in the world and interact with your surroundings. Maybe you wanted a cheap place to buy iron so you travel to the different cities looking for cheap iron because you're actually willing to invest in yourself and your skills to be a better player. You had people logging in more yeah maybe just to finish a craft but they're still on that server, still probably interacting with the people around them, and still creating a resource that they will later use in that server. Your argument made that it killed role-play will never be valid because it's just an assumption and to be honest without that creative element players probably lost a lot of role-play when they couldn't make anything unique related to their profession without some sort of staff oversight. You pushed the problem onto the staff team instead of resolving it yourselves.. -endrant.

Malgunuz would cross his old arms as he stands in the rearguard, picking up the young Raguks who were knocked down in the battle and executing the enemy Uruk. He would trudge up to a familiar black orc, offering him a hand. As he felt the weak grip of the old uruk take hold of his offering of Mercy, he brought forth an axe down against the chest of Ram, slaying him in cold blood. "Diz b da will uf Raguk, da Myrzym Heart nub bleyd fur latz."

Svarr Grimlee smiles as he ties his father's cleets in preparation for the big day. "Always something to do nowadays."

Svarr Grimlee velcros his father's shoes before the big day, a smile across his face.

Svarr Grimlee would congratulate Kjartan

Svarr Grimlee would begin preparing his tuxedo, tying his father's shoes for him.

"Beneath the waves, Northward they slumber.." (Dominion, Nordengrad, Haelunor) "Sealed within ice, down South they await.." (Fenn, Halsworthy, Rivia & Haense) "Slain before the flames, his corpse torn asunder.." (Firelands) "The Prince and The Vaeyl can save you no longer..." (Cloud Temple, Holm, Bogrin, Empire) These whispers can be heard by anyone in the respective regions if your madness permits you listen.