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Is MPM already out for 1.15.2? Where’s the link holmes???

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Reggaetton

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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.

16 hours ago, KBR said:

Any challenged players want to join me 

got room for one more?? slug#0001

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

MC Name: NetGene

Character's Name: Nani Kaphiri

Character's Age: 137

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Kharajyr [Kha’Pantera]

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Machinated by Metzli’s ever-curious, ever-experimenting hands; the Kharajyr act as her designated chosen people. Tribalism and bestial roots follow their behaviors and practices in reverence to both Metzli and the pride of being born a Kharajyr itself. Strong lions, cunning panthers, sturdy leopards and sagely cheetahs alike stand digitrade and live within the binds of jungles; at odds with the Hou-Zi, when they were still in Axios. Sporting a regular lifespan, they only start to grow old and frail beyond the hundred and thirty years. The days of Muun pools and age-reversal are bygone, and by now; Kharajyr who reach this old age no longer count on  Metzli’s support to keep them firm. Metzli is, by all means, missing in action; to the point where Tla’dom is just as much as an archaic concept. Acting as nomads, the Kharajyr persist in an all-or-nothing survivalist manner, trying to carve out some semblance of civilization in which to practice their traditions.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yep!

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yep!

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand.

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         Nope. I used to play this character prior to Kharajyr becoming CA, and am just hoping to pick her back up.

i helped him it's ok

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.

good man!!!

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.

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"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!"

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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One of the various trees formed along the land, formed like a ring and cascading blessed waters onto the floor beneath it.

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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.

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you make me smile, mr zarsies

you always do

2 hours ago, Gladuos said:

I liked Zentherak being the top dogs and infernal equivalent in tier and power to regular dragons. Not too much a fan of the obligatory "dragons are better than everything ever" in here. Just meh.

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! 

beat me to it

the first of many erroneous decisions yes

MC Name:

Jelonny

Character's Name:

Glineth

Character's Age:

120+, I lost count after the last /card update.

Character's Race:

Zar'akal

What magic(s) will you be learning?:

Dark Shamanism.

Teacher's MC Name:

_Notprepared_

Teacher's RP Name:

Kurag, The Bastard

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

Yes, I'm dropping Necromancy.

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

Yep.

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

Yes.

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

Nope.

Welcome in, fella. I'm Ariel.

Did you stumble upon LotC, or did someone call you over?

MC Name: Jelonny.

Character's Name: Glineth.

Character's Age: 120+, I lost count after the previous update to the /card plugin.

Character's Race: Zar'akal.

Link to your accepted MA: 

What magic(s) will you be teaching?: Naztherak.

Summarise the Lore of this magic(s): Naztherak, translating to 'Mortal Princes', is an art developed through the understanding of Rakir, the ink the Zentherak use to subjugate their fellow Inferis, and the manipulation of Maleus, the corrupted essence used to create Rakir. While the means of attaining the later for creating the former, the most common are either draining the Maleus from the souls of Inferis already bound to the Prince's court, or presenting the raw essence of a soul to a pool of Maleus, wherein it can be corrupted and become Maleus itself. It must be kept in some sort of reservoir, as it cannot exist without a container due to the chaotic, constantly fleeting nature of it. Once brought to a cistern, however, the Maleus can be mixed with ink or any other material used for writing, which would thus create Rakir. Using this Rakir, a practitioner of Naztherak, dubbed a Prince, can scribe Malflame-based spells onto their Grimiore, this being a tome that serves as their source of spell-casting, along with the names of all the Inferis they would go on to bind through the use of the 'Shackle' spell. This quintessential spell forms a chain of Malflame along the Inferis the Prince wants to bind, connecting it to a rune upon the Grimiore. Once the Inferis is bound by these chains, the Prince may inscribe a name to dub the Inferis with, which would lead to it's subservience, since due to their purely chaotic nature, even just a name is enough to beat them into submission. Upon beginning their practice, a Prince adopts a Malice, which not only afflicts them mentally, but grants their Malflame special properties exclusive to their Malice. The only way to gain another Malice is through the consumption of a Zentherak, which would not only grant them their Malice, but twist their souls into that of Greater Inferis themselves, thus reaching the height of being a Mortal Prince, becoming a Zar'akal. Zar'akals, also known as 'Twisted Kings' in the demonic tongue, are previous mortals who have ascended and become immortal, taking the shape of Inferis to boot. They are susceptible to holy magic as any Inferis would be, a peril not found in being a mere Naztherak alone, though can harness many of their Naztherak spells without the need of a tome or a cistern to house Maleus in, as they become the cistern itself. Regardless of experience, a non-Zar'akal Naztherak is defenseless without their tome, and it's destruction would force the Naztherak to have rewrite all his spells, along with capturing new Inferis to replace the now unbound Inferis of their previous tome.

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student: 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: Nope.

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yep.

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: N/A.

MC Name: Jelonny

Character's Name: Gretel.

Character's Age: 19.

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable): Heartlander, Human.

Transformed form: Frost Witch, Fjarriauga.

Creator's MC Name: Arzota

Creator's RP Name: Kali Luenn

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature: Fjarriauga, colloquially known as Frost Witches, are fair maidens blessed, or from their perspective cursed, by Father Frost's boon, typically driven by malice and vengeance. They adopt an insatiable appetite for male flesh, whilst that of the female variant becomes repulsive to their senses. While this is so, their transformation is gradual from the moment they become acursed; their skin begins to morph into a sickly grey, along with pale white hair and glowing, icy blue eyes. Their innards, especially those liquids within, begin to turn into an icy slush, as their bodies lose the ability to create any form of heat akin to their naturally lively selves. Along with this cold, their skin becomes brittle and holds the temperature of a corpse, strikes against them sending cracks along it; their eternally youthful skin, granted that they were transformed at an early age. - Along with all these physical transmutations, come the magical ones. They become capable of the manipulation of ice, which slowly betters over time and with mentoring, best used in snowy, tundra-esque regions, albeit they may cast it anywhere with higher difficulty in desserts and warm climates. Furthermore, in an attempt to hide their grey, true forms, they may adjust the pigment of their skin and structure of their bones to formulate entirely new identities as a means of blending in with the newfound society of men they prey upon, able to customize themselves to the liking of the very same; the only exception being a nullified application to their sharpened teeth.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: Nope.

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes.

Are you aware that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?: Yes.

Do you consent to accepting what may happen to this character?: Yes.

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: No.