Publius

didn't you guys hear? the staff follow presidents (emperors) not precedents you dummy shut up!!!

I wasn't removed from power, I left for a variety of reasons - many being related to a failure of the staff to accommodate the needs of my community (like expanding the city limit of 150x150 by 30 blocks so we could use the other half of a plateau on the island it was on and finish our capitol especially). Funnily enough, the limit that crushed me and made it impossible to truly kickstart my community was overturned as soon as the overzealous staff member that had motioned against my efforts stepped down from admin. Shows you the nature of administrating/moderating. It's very clear that rules and whatnot these days are made and implemented in completely subjective ways, and with no real ear for the community; the fact that dozens of players struggle to find a niche on a map as massive as Axios bc of limited opportunity to establish themselves is to me the likeliest reason there has been such record lows being hit. The entirety of the server is perpetually upset, and rather than finding resolution, we find staff picking sides and being dishonest about it. Maybe it's about time to stop focusing entirely on these situations and find an alternative solution to actually catering to people wishing to enjoy the server (something that makes people want to play on the server, which is in turn good for activity). That's as in depth as I'll go publicly before I go back to shitposting

Hey :* for 1 love and affection for faiz he needs it rn :*

"It must be to deal with the overcrowding issue in Metz!" Jests a young Gregory.

okay but when will my automatic FM posts be removed from my post count??? my rep ratio would be gleaming if it weren't for their betrayal...

btw friendo-ship is revoked.

Shut up, SHUT UP!!!! YOU ARE A TREACHEROUS LETCH AND DUNG SUCKING MORON!!!

1: I am really depressed since Savoy has been destroyed and it has made me so insecure about the server's well-being that I feel I must w-hore myself out on Lord of the Craft for attention towards this post. 2: This also doubles as an important manifesto and advertisement of "The Order of Guy", a terrorist organization I lead to combat Oren in her homeworld; TeamSpeak. 3: Maly "The Maleficent" has created a cult out of the Orenian playergroup, renaming it "The Holy Orenian Empire" to help reflect this. 4: His co-conspirators, also known as "Orenian Emperors", act as junior partners in his attempt to secure his grasp on our server and become the true Lord of the Craft. 5: Savoy, the last free thinking bastion of hope within the Empire, has been slain entirely because of one misstep, and with its fall comes the necessity to wage war through OOC means; the only means that have managed to hold Oren down. 6: To destroy the pyramid scheme that has developed underneath the madman (also known as nobility) there are no positions in the Order of Guy. 7: Leadership of the Order of Guy can only be held by straight, Caucasian males. 8: We are poor on and off the server and could use financial support. 9: Also, membership is restricted to only straight, Caucasian males. 10: Those who do not like salt and vinegar chips will be refused entry out of hand.

(The Orenian guide on how to reach total central authority, written by Rhys "the pragmatistest" of Aussiewald)

the lack of towels and abundance of sweat

Nice rage face, loser.

“A land of milk and honey will only make you fat and rot those good teeth out of your face!” The slopes of Lorraine Gales blew loose the snow along the foot of Lorraine’s northwestern mountains, the spring weather airing out the blanket of snow that the winter had left. By the mouth of a passage leading to a wooded hillside, a cabin sat along the gentle curve of the highland. Here, the old regent of Lorraine had retired with his son, tucked away from the lands and people he had served. “I do not think just any boy could handle life by the sword...” Said Jacques, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked on to his son. “But a man you are now, and hopefully a better one than I!” Odus shifted uneasily as his father laughed, the pained tone of his jesting not escaping him. In good spirit he would make a gesture to his surroundings as he looked about in mock disappointment before a coy smile broke onto his face. “You said the mountains of Kaedrin breed the best men, I am afraid I have no chance of living up to those expectations!” The older man would scowl and scoff, his face would reddenning as he menaced idly in a maddened state. “Fools were bred in Kaedrin, like my fool brothers, like our fool forefathers; you have a million more opportunities for not living as we did! You will stake your own claim, not pride yourself just in your father's!” A silence followed, neither man seeming to know how to continue. Jacques looked back on his son, his demeanor bearing the weight of his regret as he began to try finding the words he wished for his son to depart on. “I hope you know that I had given you such a rough upbringing to callus you, so that you may protect yourself better than I did myself. I pray you know that, and I pray you know that Lorraine is not befitting of us, d’Amaury or not! It made a weak man of me, and would to you as well!” He would say, wagging his finger zealously at his son. “A land of milk and honey will only make you fat and rot those good teeth out of your face!” “I recall dad, your lessons will be the majority of my luggage to the Westerlands.” The boy would say, his voice quiet. Jacques pursed his lips, nodding as well as he looked on to home he had built, tears welling in his eyes. Ill of mind, his grief failed to find appropriate expression. A smile broke through the sorrow on his face, nodding along still as he forced out a laugh. “I hope that isn’t too much, I know it was hard walking up these hills after gaining them myself! Either way, you have the good jacket, and - well, I… You know, you, you…” Trailing off, his hands balled into fists as he looked on his boy through a teary squint. Odus moved to embrace him, but was halted swiftly by a gentle hand, Jacques' face reddening deeply in both embarrassment and outrage. “You ought to be stronger than I, you ought to have a spine that can hold the weight of all you know, or else you will be capable of nothing! My back aches from the pain of my emotions, and left me too weak to stand for myself as those Marchands robbed me of my legacy! You know my toils, you must learn from them, you...” His eyes closed, clenching his hands tighter time as he calmed himself. Hesitating, Odus looked onto his father, disheartened witnessing the outburts on the eve of his journey. Jacques would exhale finally, wiping his eyes as he continued. “I love you, but you ought to be off. I have sent a letter to Ser Leopold, and hopefully my signet ring has made the wax seal noteworthy enough for him to find interest in it. Write to me, and know I will be visiting when I can.” “Thank you father, I will do well by us both.” Bowing to his father, he would receive a nod in return. Opting not to waste another word, Odus left in silence and made for the roads leading towards the concrete jungle of Johannesburg. Addressed to Ser Leopold

The old Jacques d'Amaury hears tell of the horrid news from a courier. In his grief, he turns to his son to summarize his feelings: "I worship GOD, and he is subject to no mortal man. Our forefathers would wage crusades against men of this gall, yet now they lead our most 'Holy' Orenian Empire. Reserving all pride for nationalism makes slaves of us all, Odus. Our faith ought not be subject to Imperial review."