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Purple Pride – 1,200 slug#0001

Ghost of Johanessburg The Holy Empire of Oren once stood as the sole bastion of Mankind. In its hold, I learned the traditions of GOD; inside its cradle, I noticed that though our life is short in comparison to the rest of the races that litter our lands -- our actions within it leave a grand, and ever-expanding mark on our collective history as thinking, breathing people. When things were well, it was a time of opulence and humility alike; whereby though Man knew himself as the one entitled to the birthright that is the world, he allowed the lives of fellows beyond Man to exist and even flourish. Such generosity no longer persists. A state worth its salt is self-evident. To need to insist on one’s power and need to declare to the world how much of it it is capable of accruing is no different than shouting from the rooftops; “Look at me, and how weak I am. Look at how much I bark, and how little I bite. Look at me -- I, who simply want to grow in strength, rather than utilize my strength in the benefit of fellow Man.” In this way, having power is not too different from being a lady. If you have to say you are, you are not. Once, Oren was unequivocal in its power -- revered and respected in all its shapes and sizes. Ever since the tragedy of Johannesburg, it's as if the egos of our leaders; the fragility of their masculinity; their all-encumbering paranoia; has seeped into the cracks of our foundations. When was the last time you ate something warm and nutritious, Orener beyond the army’s hold? When was the last time you had any autonomy over yourself? Now, in their final push -- Oren’s leadership pursues a war with Sutica. Their plan is for the people to assume the Crown’s untapped need for conflict and bloodshed. Place your bets as to who that benefits. The very seat of government where the Emperor sits; with his frilly brews of fine grape, when we, his henchmen; his criminals; drink only the common man’s brews of wheat. If war is what is sought after, then war be shown. Fan the flames, mold the metal. Raise the army. -- In how little they feed the Hansetian, his body won’t carry him a centimeter forth. With how poor the metallurgy of Helena is, the blades will snap and bend against the bone and sinew of even the weakest Sutican. Brothers and sisters -- you don’t face the Orenian Empire. You face a legion of beggars, wheezing over your plains. Sutica and company, stand united in your hundreds, with your weapons without number, with your purity of mind without question and your hearts beating courage through your blood. Forgive your superiors that you might have to waste your fury on such simpletons. Forgive your superiors that they must order you to waste arrows and dull your blades upon their worthless bodies. Assert your worth, as a people not only worthy of existing under Man’s glorious light -- but able to replace it with a luminescence that already blinds the wicked and corrupt. Make Mankind whole again. I want to be proud. Please, give me that luxury. -- An Orenian woman at her wits’ end.

got room for one more?? slug#0001

bot / jungle / top / mid / support diff incoming sign me up

I don't think you can. It being the Microsoft version, it's meant to be multiplayer-compatible only with Xbox One/360 consoles. LotC, to my knowledge, isn't hosted on those platforms, but on servers only open to the Minecraft.net purchased Minecraft client. If it lets you, you could try and get a refund. Otherwise, you'd have to buy it from the official minecraft.net website under a Mojang account rather than a Microsoft account.

MC Username: Jelonny What you would be interested in? (Select one option): Profile picture would be great! Favoured Contact Method: Discord, for the most part. Contact Username: spicy surprise#1586, and Jelonny IGN. Number of Personas to be Requested: Just one! Race of Character(s): They're Zar'akal, but you can consider her a Tiefling for all intents and purposes. Essentially, Demon-folk. Background Preferences (Select one option): Simple! Your Donation (Optional): I honestly love your artstyle, and would be happy to donate over ten bucks. I'm not sure exactly how much over, since it depends on how much I charge on wednesday, but we can get in touch and find out!

"1,000 minae'!" A voice rung out, shaking her money pouch.

Garb Type: Clothing. Race: Human. Gender: Female. Description of item: I'm lucky enough to have a picture of exactly what I want with minimal edits. The only thing I would like changed is for the skin to sans the mask on the picture, and if it's too difficult to make, I wouldn't mind having the hat removed, as well. Her eyes would be green; the shade is up to you. I don't have a preferred skinner, whichever of you two would like to take it up is totally welcome to! - If you need an idea, this character would be an adult around the ages of eighteen and twenty four. I don't think there is anything that might still be left out from the image, but if there is, feel free to communicate with me IG, my IGN being Jelonny, or through Discord, it being spicy surprise#1586

Amidst the natural chirping of the Grove, a few voices shone; from feminine, to masculine, to juvenile, all debating over what would unfold. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Don't you think the pond over yonder was too small? - All of us, cramped there like soldiers inside trenches. Who could we possibly heal, with such a little thing?" "What's going through your head, exactly?" "All it takes is one of these. - Who pitches in first? There's many a place left. We should be using them sparingly." "Me, me! I want to! Me!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The buzzing of mosquitoes and insects alike fought against the monotony of their voices, and the leaves complained against the wind that blew against their leaves, letting the droplets of glistening water tap against the soil beneath them to feed their roots and the greenery that took refuge beneath their colossal shade. Four figures with eyes of amethyst each stood at the edge of the pond with their boots and sandals pressing against the Mother Grove's sand, all as the body of water threw itself against their feet meekly, as if beckoning them to melt in it's humidity and pass the time in glee. Three of them held set of purple seeds, hard against their revitalized skin and dispelled scars from a water too close to a miracle to be true. - A child, amidst them. Her tiny palm reeled back with a handful of seeds, and with a bracing foot, they launch forwards and land upon the pond's center, little droplets of water rising up upon contact, and joining the mass once more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We only needed one, you know?" "Let her have her fun. It'll bear more fruits, and from there, we'll bring this to the rest." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It bubbled. The water's reflected blue from the sky became a soft pink and purple from effects only known to it, and those who were conjuring it's birth. The Patron of Mana that stood at their side, sporting purple veins along his chiseled form and a mask forged from Oakwood, slipped beneath the surface with finesse like no other. The ground rumbled against the smoldering pressure put upon them, and from the waters began to emerge at a rapid pace the branches and roots of a birch tree. They twined and rose without pause, creaking away at the air as finally, they rose as high as to caress the clouds. A scent doused those below; sweet, like hazelnut, and the winds that brushed by the trees previous found the sudden sprouting of pink leaves on the white oak pleasant to dance through. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One of the various trees formed along the land, formed like a ring and cascading blessed waters onto the floor beneath it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her hand bled once she cut at the inside of her palm, a wound made by a dagger in faith that this miracle would hold it's fruits as it had once before. The youth, older than the child but not quite the elder like the Elf beside her and the Paragon that had sunk beneath the waves to beckon the tree forth, sunk the hand beneath the calm waters. A glow from the pond where her hand sat, a warmth upon the wound, the supple stitching of whatever lay within upon the skin to seal her wound. She lofts it once more and peers at it with her amethyst-glowing gaze, purple as the tree itself. The lips on all their mouths showed their delight, and the Paragon rose from the waters, giving a nonchalant nod of his head to gesture to the finished product. "They really are a handful of blessings." Delight. Glee. Joy. The splashing of water, the mending of wounds, the calm of mind; celebration for their accomplished feat. Beyond the rooted walls of the Mother Grove, the wonder could be seen piercing the heavens and forcing clouds to shape around it like an angelic halo. Sparkling, even from afar, beckons those who agonize from wounds, from pains, from angst on the mind to submerge themselves in the heavenly waters now conjured; Mages could feel a strangely tame presence of Mana, booming at a constant and steady pace from the area, much unlike the chaos the Void normally provided. Long gone are the times of strife. Atlas has finally begun to heal. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

you make me smile, mr zarsies you always do In a way I can agree, but imagine the gates this opens up for Naztherak-Azdrazi role-play. It might be a little cliche, but it does stimulate more neat scenarios!

Welcome in, fella. I'm Ariel. Did you stumble upon LotC, or did someone call you over?

It's beautiful, I love what you did with the lore! +1

A certain Zar'akal hoists her thumb up in approval of the aforementioned service, grinning ear to ear. "He really is the best horn-polisher I know."

Glineth signs her name upon the parchment.

Perplexed_Aris

Perplexed_Aris

RP Name: Glineth Phaera MC Name: Perplexed_Aris Known Arcane Arts: - Arcanism - Water Evocation - Voidal Shifting Position Desired: Student When is the best time to contact you for an interview: Anytime

Take care, man. You always got a spot in our hearts.

Ti'Nani Kaphiri brought a paw to her chest and dipped down in reverence to her son, now newfound Tlatoanni, bearing the teeth in her snout with glee. "Metzli guide you well, Nani's cub."

((OOC)) MCName: Perplexed_Aris ((RP)) Name: Glineth Phaera Reason to Join: I never got around to getting my interview, last time. This time will be different! Please list your Magi Standard (Journeyman, Evoker, Etc): Journeyman. Have you read and understood the Codex: Yes.

Username: Perplexed_Aris Character Name: Glineth Phaera Race: Dryad, former Wood Elf Age: 108

In her abode sat the current Tlatlanni, reading the note over and over again with a scrutinizing cocktail of emotions. Most, however, were seemingly of nonchalance and worry, and her rule remained as simple as ever. She knew her newly grown cubs were about to make a breakthrough in Metzli's domain, and that her time as their holy leader might have been steering into a halt. She held no bitterness, but instead, set the parchment down and run an idle paw through her snow-white fur, all the whilst staring at the moon atop the balcony of her abode, dimly lit by torches that lined the walls and seats. "If Metzli decrees it." Is all Tla'Nani Kaphiri mutters to herself with a pleasant smile upon her countenance, folding the paper. "Nani only wishes it goes well; the poor Kha' doesn't know how many times this has been tried. Jakarra, and all the others. Metzli, guide him, and give him a pelt like mine, should you deem him worthy."

good stuff, but wouldnt one team just camp at the chest and spam-loot gains

Nani Kaphiri ((Perplexed_Aris))