DahStalker

Possibly, I know a lot of ppl on LOTC. Are you familiar w Skyfall? Or smthin of that namesake I forget. It was a place a few maps ago. no no I’m ur biggest fan !!! u r goated Norland king larper (please give me tax free land)

@squakhawk @Spoopy_Duck i got a buffalo wild wing gift card what sauce should I get on my boneless wings

Hi Urahra, I am well! How are you? There’s a lot of experiences on LOTC that I’ve enjoyed growing up so this is genuinely a difficult question. One of my most memorable moments on LOTC for me personally has had to be either Helburke as Lucrezia de Falstaff making my wines, or as my elf Lhoris when I started a whole rally to remove a pontiff alongside Jules and Publius. My favorite playable race has to be humans realistically due to how crazy their dynamic is in LOTC, but I really find musin cute and love sm I loved that Chinese New Year parade so much!! It was so fun. I still think of it time to time. I remember Remeron gave me fireworks to set off during it too. Houri/Ljüfvina is my character that took the most unexpected course truthfully. She started off as a refugee of Chaldees and developed into an Elder in the Norland community. Thanks to my friends Hugh, shadowz, milen, foog, and more. She adopted the Norn culture after stumbling upon Solgaard and it has been one of my most recent and fun arcs for a character thus far. I’ll pm you my paypal a v annoying person u and @Trupplermust pvp to the death I really wish I had more emotional maturity and a better grasp on roleplay when I played my Westerlands Queen. I felt like I could’ve produced such a unique and interesting character with her especially as Saint Caius’ mother. But alas I didn’t get along with a lot of people in that community due to racism and just poor behavior. A shame too because there was a small minority of cool people in the Westerlands too that I still talk too as well!! PS: She still lights a candle every night bro 😭❤️ A lot of my old friends have left lordofthecraft. One of the first people who I met on the server is actually @BonesOfTheEarthwho played Lefkos. I dearly miss PapaLiam as well who has gone onto greater things, and my friend kaldwin and may he rest Dantory. But I’ve met many people who have touched my life on LOTC that while we may not be on too good terms or talking terms anymore that I recall fondly and memories made.

I’m like 2 days overdue. But in 2015 on April 25th I joined this server thanks 2 approval by MR @IrishPerson i am now very old on this server yes please feel free to ask me questions and whatnot thank u

ts peak

Isolate and gloomy. That ungodly estate of Carrion clung to the stone perch of blessed mound, said to reach the heavens uptop. It was the first of homesteads one would encounter on the main road prior to hitting Haense then Helena, followed suit by the curvature of the Commonwealth's natural basin full to the brim with golden wheat that stuck to the muddied floors much like babe's to their mothers. The center of Kaedrin was decorated madly with strong licks of red and white and shacks of strong oak where the farmers' lie, though further in the backyard did the chorus of musing chortles echo -- for that is where the aristocrats remained. Often those spoke of how abnormal it may seem that the Carrion Estate was separated by that flock of colorful manors, for one would know surely the young Lord could afford such a gated lifestyle. Yet, alas, there in its shallow silence did that household of perpetual gloom linger, its liveliness stunted by the muted croak of a crow or bristle of a depressing tree sapped of all nutrients. Mariana Dubois had found herself always uneasy at the foot of that estate, having been near it only a sparse few times, and the young Lord even less. She was similar in age, yes, and drawn to him much in a way any would approach whimsical curiosity. But one could not find themselves able to shake off that gnawing dread that loomed anytime she were near the boy. A growing sensation as more years ticked on by. When it came time for that woman to raise her proclaimed nieces and nephews, she found herself gently coercing them away from that Carrion Estate, warning them of bad feelings based on a heavy instinct. Perhaps he was abnormal, perhaps he was cunning, perhaps even kind. But she would not forgo that heavy pit formed in her abdomen anytime she stared toward those closed curtains and gawking crows from afar.

An unyielding love was that of a doting mother. Comfortable under the comforts of a woven shawl did that Scyfling extend her arms forth toward the distant skies, nestled within them afar alongside her fallen son. Her lips held a kindred smile, once more befalling her beloved youth. Faintly did that night capture the aroma of goat milk.

no mention of Crumena? -1