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Abram Rutledge, having recently returned with his mother from Aeldrin at the news of the cartbomb in Karosgard, fills out the census so he can legally exist! He scratches his name in crudely, as he is only a child and hasn't learned how to write neatly as of yet.

Isidora Renata Parras lofts a brow as the idiotic elf somehow knew where the retired Baron was. "The elfski should be happy that they got anything in return. The king could have easily just taken away the land and done nothing else with it." She tightly clutched the cross at her hip, speaking quietly so that the elf in the back could not hear her.

BUY HER SKINS THEY ARE GOOD

Still making me sob hours later jesus-- funny thing is I always thought Wilheim was gonna die as a barely known persona who was never remembered or never became anything because I never played him enough ; _ ; so I just resorted to playing him as a grandpa--

Sorry I added more to it didn't realize you'd reply so fast.

Well for starters you can be loyal and not look power-hungry. That got a lot of people mad. I know I wasn't the only one who got mad when it looked like you weren't loyal. Like as soon as you didn't get something, you suddenly left like you hadn't cared about the playerbase. And then another time is when you would kinda bluff. Like you would say you would do something and you'd never do it or you'd do the opposite, but you only said it cause you wanted to grab that power.

Please DO NOT metagame this information. “Red doesn’t remind me of blood, but of the beauty and the loyalty of Haense.” [!] A painting of Karosgard, circa 1805. R I P Wilheim Othan Elpyne Rutledge FA 1722 - SA 17 (1813) Local Grandpa If someone had to describe Wilheim in one word, it would be caring or good-natured. Many knew him as ‘friend’, three knew him as ‘dad’, five knew him as ‘brother’, but only one lass knew him as ‘beloved’. Some called him ‘grandpa’, without actually being their grandpa. This was a man of multiple titles, even if none of them were noble; but how could you know his story at just a momentary glance? Wilheim Rutledge, often called Will, was a Southeron man in his elder years. He had grey hair, stood at 5’11, and gazed with his mother’s blue eyes. He was born in Curon, aiding his father Doctor Matthias Rutledge who unceasingly spent his days aiding the ill and injured. When Curon was unrightfully dissolved years later, Wilheim retired from Lieutenant and moved to the proximity of Haense. There, he built upon his land for his family and remained with Haense since then. When humanity fled to Almaris, Wilheim worked closely to create Karosgard’s public park that was located behind the palace. He then opened a tailoring boutique and spent the remainder of his semi-peaceful days as a tailor. Despite having a mostly peaceful existence, a lot of days weren’t peaceful. One time he was kidnapped by levitating undead and forced to deliver a message of Nemuritor to every settlement and kingdom. He succeeded in delivering messages to every settlement except he didn’t get the message to Krugmar, Talon’s Grove, and Providence, at which he ran out of paper. One time he voyaged back to Athera, faced a giant Kraken, and climbed the tallest mountain where he planted a banner at the peak as burial for his father. He explored humanity’s past and left his own mark from the present before returning home. There are too many more unpeaceful events, but it would take too long to write them all out. Wilheim lived a full and adventurous life. However, three people no longer had a father, Haense no longer had its metaphorical grandpa. He was survived by his children and his grandchildren, who were on an adventure in Aeldin when he died. [!] A painting of Karosgard’s Park, circa 1805. The 7th of the Deep Cold No one could say this day was normal. The citizens were just returning to normalcy from the previous attacks on their beloved red kingdom. Even as they witnessed their barracks and their palace attacked, the people of Karosgard still stood steadfast. The old man was ever thankful that the flames from the barracks did not spread to his home, which lived right across from the barrack’s entrance. Wilheim was a slow man, often taking his morning stroll around Haense. Despite being at an overripe age of ninety-one, this man was not so easily fooled. So it struck him as odd that a large wagon of haybales sat beside the tavern and left unintended for Godan knows how long. He glanced it over with a frown, before heading up towards the palace. Inside, he spotted a group of ladies speaking with Queen Mother Isabel. The man wanted to voice his concerns but stopped as he didn’t want to worry the ladies, and he didn’t want to cause any concern for panic. So, he simply left the palace to let them continue their talk. Wilheim circled the cart for a while, before departing to get a drink to calm him. He was still on edge after all due to the previous two attacks on Haense. When he arrived back at the cart, he spotted a young guard sitting right on top of the hay. It was Marie Barclay, a lass of nineteen years. He managed to shoo off the resting Barclay, exclaiming that no one would want to eat bread made of wheat that was sat on. In truth, he was just worried that anything out of the ordinary could be another disaster; which was only further supported by Marie saying the same thing. Nonetheless, she left to go rest elsewhere. It was then a few moments later that a peasant man appeared, making moves to mount the cart. Wilheim was relieved, guessing that it was just the driver of the cart beginning to depart from Karosgard. The old man turned around, spotting young Otto August playing in a corner of the stall behind him. Relieved, Wilheim tapped on Otto's shoulder to get his attention. They had quite a discussion about the baby Bokolos that Otto was caring for, reminding him to be diligent in his studies. It was soon to be a short discussion after Otto finally asked for Will’s name, as Will had not introduced himself for the past week. Once the two were properly introduced, they shook hands. Wilheim didn’t even realize the cart hadn’t departed, or that the peasant lit a fuse. One could say it was lucky for Otto that the cart exploded. For if they didn’t shake hands, Will wouldn’t have had enough time to pull the boy into an embrace to shield him from the explosion as they were both knocked forward. Otto suffered injuries to his hand, but Wilheim suffered injuries to his entire back from the shrapnel and the sudden blast. There, behind them, raged on a pile of fire and debris, and burning straws of hay rained from above. Otto August stood afterward, the old man kneeled and leaning against him. Will wanted to say something, but he had no strength left in him. All he could do was softly squeeze the young lad’s shoulder once before faceplanting on the ground beside him. The man was dead, the square was on fire, and the blonde man at the table cried in pain. Otto August stood afterward, the old man kneeled and leaning against him. Will wanted to say something, but he had no strength left in him. All he could do was softly squeeze the young lad’s shoulder once before faceplanting on the ground beside him. The old man was dead, the square was on fire, and the blonde man at the table cried in pain at the bits of shrapnel stuck in his body. That was the end of Wilheim Rutledge, glued to the floor of the city square. He laid deceased at ninety-one, people staring in disbelief at this man’s final moments. Wilheim was headed to the Seven Skies, to his wife, to his ancestors, to his friends. He was lifted and sent to the clinic to lay to rest. However, things weren't over yet. It seemed that the Hound poltergeist that often visited, seemed to visit once more. Wilheim's body, defenseless against the poltergeist, was unable to keep from being possessed. The poltergiest possessed his corpse and animated it for one final time. The corpse rose with black eyes and was without breath, the blooded figure turning towards the patients in the room and letting out a horrid screech and coptic words. It caused patients to spring from their beds and flee the clinic. The poltergeist left moments later, leaving Will's corpse to smack against the ground once more. Things were quiet from then on, the man finally resting in his eternal slumber, his soul headed for the blessed Seven Skies. It would be depressing for some, to know that Wilheim no longer walked among the living. But those who were close to him knew that Wilheim didn’t really die. They only said that the man changed his address instead. T h e E n d Krusae Zwy Kongzem

Nice video--- also nice voice and editting-- nice graphics, a lot of it is really nice. 🤔 Aw yay you ran by my Haense Skin Shop (despite it being full of villagers) LOL While I'm glad you showed off every nation, I personally think there were too many upclose shots of Providence, which is not a good example of what LoTC and RPG aesthetic styles are. Providence is mainly untextured and far too modern to give a rather medieval vibe that LotC is built to give off. More of the upclose shots should have been showcasing other aspects of LoTC, like maybe the Vortex plugin, and other key features that LoTC has to show off.

Sold!

S O L D

A specter of the old days took in the silence, bits of ectoplasm falling down his face before reabsorbing into his body. He let out a shudder, shaking his head in regret. "Dear God, I should have stayed by her side. Why did you let me awaken?" The soft, blue specter ran his hand softly over the missive, knowing he couldn't carry it with him. He wished he could though, such a simple request that could never be filled. "Ophelia was the only one who truly cared, and she grew up too fast." The specter hid away in sorrow, unable to get over the fact that the girl he treated like a daughter was now gone. "Let her stay dead, God, don't let her awaken like me. I can't bear to watch Ophelia get slain again." He took his hand away from the missive, knowing he would never see neither again.

that hair is to die for

agree

"Sir, I believe you spelled it wrong! It's Xannites not Zannites!" The old man tries to alert the author of the missive, however he is too old and cannot keep up with Sir Franz! @Nectorist

Wilheim gave an audible 'huh'. "Well, at least they realized it was the Xannites behind the whole thing and not the Qalasheen!" The old, aged, bruised man said to himself, alone in his attic, so that he could not hear the voice of Basil suddenly appear from nowhere. The old man tucked the missive away and stared out the window, shuddering at the cold, cold breeze. "...Are we all puppets?"

"With one king gone, another one comes. It's a vicious cycle. Haense has been much too kind to me." Wilheim gently tapped the folded letter against his hand, recalling the hospitality of Haense ever since Oren uprooted him from his home. "A king to his nation, is like a father to his child. In that case, it matters not that he died a good king. It matters that he died a great man and a great father."

Wilheim squinted as he looked at the missive. "This sounds like something that needs to be investigated, there must be a misunderstanding here. My farfolk brethren would not commit this savagery; especially when they were considered a sect of Canonism itself." He'd crumple up the missive. "This 'Father Basil' is jumping to conclusions without investigations and demanding retribution to something that may have something more to it than the eye reveals. How can one be sure if these are even from the Kharasi Oasis?" He'd toss the parchment away, thinking of this 'Father Basil' as another upcoming schismatic.

Wilheim looks upon the missive... pondering the situation the other day.. He pursed his lips. "I wonder if they also consider the lineage of 'Horen' as Dragonkin.. since they so claim to descend from dragons.." The old man gently rubbed at his bandaged wrist and his bruised head, before he picked up a bundle of books, filled with the doomsday message.

icHOR JEsuS I wOKE uP tO tHIS

Oh yeah I almost forgot about that! One of my characters is an npc there!

Perhaps you misheard. If he could guarantee it being under a week, then I would say go for it. There's also the possibility of only letting vip use 1 npc instead of letting the top vip have 4-6 npcs. If we only used 1 npc then that would cut down on the lag caused by npcs. Besides, I don't know how you're logging on, but try waiting a bit before logging on and the lag won't kill you if you use common sense. . Addon: if haense amd other nations didn't have all their statue npcs then that would cut down on the lag too.

I would only vote yes if you could promise and deliver that the NPCS would be back in a week or under. Some of us have to make our living off of skin boutiques that USE npcs. You'd be cutting our hard work out from under us by removing NPCs for more than a week.

I feel you, but these skins are $USD while anything in the Haense shop is Minae :') for everyone else: FYI Lord Elven is sold now, refresh to see the changes.