Dragonslayerelf

I'm almost exactly where I expected I'd be given my stance on how magics like Shamanism should be small and kept to people with good understanding of the lore and RP and, more specifically, within the Orcish and Dark Elven communities and also that I feel like the grittyness of magic is more interesting than flower powers and summoning animals is stupid.

Thats why a point buy system would probably work well, with a limited upper and lower limit, so even if you minmax you still have to spread stuff around. Additionally, as it is, it’d be better than the current base d20-without-modifiers system of roll-based CRP, and it’s a way to add a definitivity to CRP in a way that currently doesn’t exist, as rn it’s just a contest of who can subtley powergame without anyone noticing.

“Another ******* Sirame? Cernunnos, I thought they were done with those after the last 20 of them formed and fell apart.” A wandering elf of the Torena seed would state, continuing to wander the human lands in search for a worthy hiree.

“Yub, dah old k*nt klub iz expandin’ bruddah.” Shakul would remark, continuing to churn out weapons and armor of high quality for the Rexdom in his hermitage. “Lat gruk, mi remembur wehn mi wuz rekz, dehr wuz...”

“Hrmm... Az much az mi rezpektz Akrukil, gibbihn’ ihntu dah zowt’z demandz agh dehn blahin’ lat ‘dah wun arm’d’ wehn lat did’nub luuz dat ihn klompz ur ihn votar zeemz... huw du mi pud id. Id ziimz tu bi kontinyooin’, ihn pard, dah humie rejime dat Noka agh Zkalp pud forf. Ah Rekz ub mi’z dey wuld klomp tu dah flat inzted’a lozin’ deyur arm willihnli, bud Akrukil iz ah chaynj ihn dah riyt diyrekzhun.” the old Shakul would say, chewing on the butt of a cactus green cigar and shaking his head as he reminisced and spoke of the new generation, prepared to back his word up with his metallic fist if he were challenged on it.

I wasn’t saying point buy, I was saying base racial modifier. Orcs get +2 to Strength rolls, Elves get +2 to dex, **** like that, with no uniqueness to stats. Honestly, I just find it stupid that you can have fights where, in a contest of strength, when using rolls a weak elf can beat an orc, and without using rolls, an elf can argue for an hour straight about why they should beat the orc until the orc just gives up.

1) Gargrun’Gorkil is created and becomes the Kubgoth, rising to fame as he leads multiple raids consisting entirely of kubs on the halflings, later becoming the youngest Wargoth of Gorkil at the age of 14. 2) Gargrun’Gorkil becomes Shakul’Gorkil after being lost for many years. 3) Shakul’Gorkil fully matures into his horns and adorns himself with scraps of armor looted from various battles he’d participated in. 4) Shakul’Gorkil becomes Wargoth of Gorkil and adorns himself with the pelt of a great beast. 5) Shakul’Gorkil declares himself Rex of the Second Iron Uzg and, consequently, changes his clothing to better suit him, after Falum’Lur’s long disappearance. He would later fight, and beat, Falum, proving himself Krug’s chosen Rex. Additionally, his lower half is burned in a great pyre in dedication to the elemental he has pacted with, Quxlaz. 6) Shakul’Gorkil loses his leg in the Second Great Clan War and, consequently, forges himself a prosthetic leg. The leg on the skin is actually the second iteration of that leg, the first being a peg of metal covered in pig hide. 7) Shakul’Gorkil stubbornly remains in Atlas, intending to live out his years in the frozen wasteland until he died, but is later urged on by his pacted elemental spirit and makes his way to Axios, losing his arm to frostbite in the process. He forges himself another prosthetic upon his arrival. 1) Znitgit’Shrogo arrives on Atlas in the rickety shroom-wood ship that bore the first Shrogos. 2) Znitgit’Shrogo becomes a Mushob after his fanaticism to Luara is tried and proven true. 3) Znitgit’Shrogo defeats the acting Gobbgoth, Shiitake’Shrogo, and simultaneously creates the position of Grand Mushob, amassing all of the authority in the Shrogo Clan. Znitgit would then serve as Gobbgoth for many years in two separate stints, with a brief interlude during which Shiitake took power once more and the disastrous Shuzig was formed. 4) Znitgit’Shrogo finally retires as Gobbgoth, giving the Red Cap to Vrig’Shrogo and retiring to the position of Grand Mushob.

Znitgit watched on in horror as, in one fell swoop, more praises were uttered to Trokorl than had been uttered to Luara in the course of that whole week. He then contemplated the actions of his Gobbgoth in allying with these heretics, contemplating much as he began to flee from that den of debauchery and heresy. And he took comfort in the fact that, in the end, the great Luara would triumph over any creation the foul servants of Trokorl could ever dream of.

Let me clarify. Both RP combat and PVP combat have their merits and drawbaxcks. RP combat requires either two experienced people going through RP combat for a few hours or, bar experience, two people shouting at each other until one consents to lose. PVP combat is quick, messy, and encourages goonery and the enticement of PvP from people who know how to click faster than most. Both methods have their drawbacks, and people tend to argue over which is better. However, from these debates, it is clear that neither is better. A lot of people hate RP combat due to the amount of time it has the potential to suck up and, similarly, a lot of people hate PvP because its something other than a roleplay resolution to roleplay scenarios. So, I want to hear what people think about solutions for this dilemma, about whether combat should be limited to PVP and RP, and about how we should go about combat. Me and Zac Clay (Marimbamonk) were recently speaking on discord for a while and PVP vs. RP combat came up in conversation, and we both agreed that RP combat was messy and had no objective metric about how it should be performed whereas PVP was short, sweet, and disadvantageous to not only new players, but also people who have no interest on clicking fast on a minecraft server. However, that same conversation is where this next idea came up. However, what is the core issue with RP and PVP combat? RP combat has no objective metric as to the winner or loser, and by that is arguably worse. PVP combat is too objective a metric, but in the wrong direction; it requires knowledge of how to strafe, click, etc, out of character, and is fundamentally a meta process. A D&D-esque system, with health, rolls, relevant racial bonuses, and maybe even a point buy/statline and class system, standardized for everyone, would, while throwing your lot in with luck, be much cleaner than per se a RP system where people determine the outcome of the fight through words and essentially mutual consent, or a PVP system, where you require some degree of skill in a metagamey sense that has no respect to whether your character knows how to swing a sword or not. I say D&D-esque because it should by no means have the same complexity as D&D, but it would produce not only a more objective metric to the resolution of combat. Additionally, preceding roles would be emotes stating intention in regards to an action, which would then have relevant bonuses applied (ie. swing with sword / parry with sword ==> roll with bonuses). Actions could be clarified, spells could be given specified damage output (given that we’re already headed in that direction), and we have something we didn’t before; an objective metric for roleplay combat resolution, something which is BADLY needed.. However, that’s the point of this debate forum. That’s MY idea for where combat on the server should head. Go nuts, my dudes. I want to hear what y’all think.

Shakul’Gorkil not only dismisses this as silly and loathes the terms of ‘ceases actions against other clans’ due to its vagueness, but also wonders how they’re receiving this declaration simultaneously with the address of the new Rex.

Shakul’Gorkil gets jealous of this guy stepping on his ancestral domain, then remembers he’s better known for his smithing than anything else.

Shakul’Gorkil sighs upon reading the news, saying “Id’z ah zhaym dat inztedd ub dah pinkiz feehrin’ zkahin’ wiv uz, agh inzted ub flattihn’ dah entiyur pinki gurd, wi blah ‘run agh flii’ liyk zkahin’ kowurdz agh watzh az owur kubbiz agh kindrid uhr biitin. Huw pitifuhl.”

Somewhere in the Holy Lands, Flavius Ludicus III would be angrily shouting scripture at the saracens, saying: “BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO, IN RAGE OR IN SORROW, SHALT SCREECH UNTO THEE THINE WORDS FORBADE BY OTHERS, BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO, IN LACKING THE ELOQUENCE OF THE MOMENT, SHALT UTTER SUCH ULULATIONS AS TO ENRAGE ANY OF A LEFTWARD DISPOSITION. BLESSED ARE THE FLEEPERS, AND RENDER UNTO THE FLEEPERS THY MERCY! FLEEPERS, 63:6” as he fought in his lengthy battle against heresies against the Canon Church.

Shakul’Gorkil, surprised by the honor of the elf and even moreso by the victory thereof, begins to consider the immense task of creating Olog armor for the Ogr clan, fantasizing about not only the complexity of such a task but also the absolute beasts that would be created as a product of the union of heavy plate and a killing machine. ((This is genuinely lit RP, kinda reminding me why I actually came to this server in the first place.))

“Lat numbzkull, diz iz dah challenj. Konveen dah wargoff klanz.” Shakul’Gorkil says.

Shakul’Gorkil watches as he becomes a side ho on the sidelines. After a brief moment, he nods and says “Hmm, bihn’ ah whiyul eniwey... meybi thiz’ll ged Korgahk agh Murak uvv miz’ bakk.” as he returned to forging weapons in his miniature pocket dimension that has formed in the warp due to the collective concept that Shakul is just in his forge.

Somewhere, Shakul’Gorkil laughs at the eventuality he saw coming a mile away.

Shakul’Gorkil flounders for words, shaking his head vigorously upon hearing the news before rapidly inhaling, ensuring the air suffuses his lungs before, in one great disapproving exhale, he speaks: “Lat zkahz reeliyz wub dah poynt ub ah mayt iz, yub? Dah poynt ub ah mayt iz tu proviyd ztrong kubz fur dah fyoocha generayzhunz. Ah bruddah zkahin’ ah bruddah, nub maddur wub hohl lat pudz id ihn, wihl produuz kubbiz. Latz maytin’ iz ah wayzt ub tik agh ah dizgrayz tu ull ub latz anzezturz. Lat zhuld bi azhaym’d.” With this having been said, the boomer old orc goes back to forging arms in a daze, grumbling homophobic comments under his breath. (disclaimer: am bisexual irl, this is just my character’s opinion, pls dont yell at me.)

Shakul’Gorkil is glad that Akezo has cleansed her of her Dissociative Identity Disorder.

The Story of Glofgrot the Greedy Znitgit’Shrogo, adorned with a ceremonial robe donned during the Urguan-Krugmar War. Znitgit sat in the main plaza of Krugmar, a new Shrogo and a potential convert before him, after having showed the devastating power of the UV Rays of Aztran on his skin and the “curse” of the Shrogos. He then began to speak in a theatrical fashion, his hands flashing up and his voice raising as he spoke. The story was something like this... “Long ago, there was a goblin king who was wealthy with all the loot and gubbins he’d nicked from the pinkies on Shroglund. One time, though, the goblin king got too greedy, started to worship what you know as Glutroz, and wore gold skah, gold skah everywhere. He was so golden, the goblins couldn’t see him because of the reflections of the gold. He had these gits follow him around with a lightningbug in a jar, so that he could always be shiny. But Aztran, or what we call the Evil Sun, got jealous, and instead of just killing the goblin king, he cursed all of his people forever. He said, “YOU LIKE BEING SHINY SO MUCH, YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME SHINE AGAIN, AND IF YOU DO, I’LL BURN THE SKAH OUT OF YOU!” and so, the Shrogos fled to the caves to look for shelter. However night came, and that very same night, Luara chose a warrior named Mushob, and said, “Kill the gobbo king, replace the gobbo king, and you’ll prosper and see visions from me in the night.” And so, Mushob took his silver dagger and beat the living heck out of him until he was dead. Then, we were blessed with visions from the Mad Caps, and they grew aplenty in our caves, and we walked in the night naked with glee, because we weren’t being burned by the sun. And Mushob was the git that said “Skah Aztran, we’ll just wear robes intead and enjoy the day covered up!” And so, we became what we are, and we worship Luara just as we curse Aztran. When he had finished, he answered any questions he was asked and then returned to his cave, plotting and scheming to be rid of the accursed Evil Sun.

MCName: Dragonslayerorc/Dragonslayerelf RPName: Melgarth Taliiyh Torena Character Race: Wood Elf Nation: Also for hire, formerly the Wood Elven nation on Axios.

“Dominuz, bud yub.” he’d nod, listening to the speech and hearing the words. Once he’d digested it, he’d then go on to say. “Duz aniazh remembur dah tik dat mi bikaym Rekz? Dah nayzhun wuz ihn ruinz, wi’d juzt pikk’d Falum’Lur, agh wivvout ah zingul blahin’ hi wuz gohn. Lat kannub challenj wub ahm nub dehr. Unliyk Zkalp, hi levt nub kounzil – bud mi harburz muhr luv fur anarchi dehn ah zkahin kounzil. Hi mey bi yung, bud hi am wiyz. Dah Urukz muzt bi led biy dah ztrung. Zuch iz huw it zhall bi. Iv Zkalp returnz agh am truli ztrongur, hi wihl klomp dah new Rekz agh hi wihl wihn, agh wi wihl gruk him Rex again. Bud riyt now, dehr am nub Rekz; Travellihn iz nub ahn ezkzyooz. Dah tik iz now.” Once he had finished speaking, he’d begin contemplating before deciding to send Gakaarug a copy of both volumes of his book.

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Melgarth Taliiyh Torena, long a roamer of the wilderness, notes the tournament and contemplates to himself, before at length deciding. “I’ve lived too long anyway. Besides, it lets me kill some green-skinned fucks on their own territory. Worst case scenario, I win and I have enough money to buy myself a little manor in the Orenian countryside and live the rest of my days comfortably growing fat.” He marks the year and date on his calendar before attempting to find someone to sponsor him some armor in the tournament.