Slothtastic

@Rammer After looking at the things, I've decided to choose your option! Shortly today I will rename myself Slothteegah. Please provide proof of Mina transfer before I do.

You two drive a hard bargain... meaning currently you're in the lead!

Show proof of 8 billion and life saving s

I don't play an Orc anymore, plus Archi voted more...

Ok so I saw @SuperDuckyGamer doing this and he's actually getting mina for it... well it's pretty self explanatory. Nothing inappropriate or offensive. Just buy me name. Highest buyer by Friday I rename meself

Run around and do parkour on buildings in a dead city wishing someone would come and Rp with me so that I wasn't bored.

((But that's a biggun weapon!))

Damn youuuu

Hello Gamers! I'm currently looking for anyone who may want to play ESO on the Xbox one maybe? I have both Dark brotherhood, Orsinium, and Thieves Guild DLC. I have two templars, both I plan on becoming tanks. One Khajiit in the Aldermeri Dominion and the other in Daggerfall Covenant. And I finally have a Nightblade in the Ebonheart Pact. My Aldermeri Dominion character is a lvl 25 and my Daggerfall Covenant is lvl 3 currently, I will need help lvling him. And my Argonian is lvl 15. My gamer tag is Tartarus57 so if you want to play send me a msg and a friend request!

It doesn't but it's basically a Tigrasi except bigger and with a shorter lifespan.

We already have Tigrasi lmao. So you didn't need this at all. I mean it's cool and all but making it ET only and having the height and weights increased but decreasing the age limit makes me wonder why you've made this like the Kha but just decreased the age limit. So all in all Ima have to give you a -1

J'Dul looked at it and simply tore it down, balling it up and throwing it away. The drunk Kha then continuing on his way.

+1 pretty cool. Good job as well.

MC Name: _Slothtastic_ Nation(s) you belong to IC: Orcs, Kharajyr, and Satyrs. Time Zone: EST Skype: live:baccafilms Discord: Slothtastic Forum account: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/profile/72673-slothtastic/ Preferred Method of Contact: Anyway! Be it Skype or forums or Discord! How will you be assisting new players?: I'd help them with the server and their chosen their chosen race. Like if their Orcs I'd try to get them into the culture, the rules of honor and all that. I'd also do my best to help them with roleplay if they are new to it. If they aren't I'd try and help them improve their role playing. When I started I didn't really have anyone to go off of. So it was hard to find someone until I had made some friends within the server. Not only would I be the player's guide, I'd also try to befriend them and get them immersed in the server. To help them find it fun as I do.

This is more for the Admins or GMs of LotC. Do we have a fallback plan if the server cannot be revived? Or if it gets shut down forever? And if there is, what is the plan?

2/10, no Disney

Blank. Blank. That was all Jukha could remember as he awoke in the temple. He did remember riding into the palace upon his wolf, Bloodclaw but after entering he remembered nothing. But the Old Lur Wargoth was not confused or curious as to why, instead anger and revenge plagued his mind. The one thing he could remember, the one thing that he wanted no, needed to remember was this. Drokon, killed Turkurz. His friend, no his brother. As the Orc stood his eyes were clouded with bloodlust and hatred. "I am going to kill them. I am going to rend the flesh from their bones." The old Wargoth now felt more of a Wolf than ever. "I am a Wolf, I am the Alpha!" He roars, adorning a pelt of a beast he had slain in Asul. He mounted his wolf and rode to Ceru, to the old Shaman camp, where he dug out a Polar Bear's Carcass, still cold and fresh from the snow it was under. "Votar, Lur, Leyd, Enrohk! Give me the strength to kill those that dishonor the Orcs and your name!" He yells as he makes an offering to them, the carcass of the bear. He uttered many prayers to the spirits, asking for strength. The sound of pads against the snow sounded, his pack had rejoined him. As he turned around he saw the pack of Lur Wolves he had left with the camp. Old Wolves and New Wolves. The sons and daughters of Bloodclaw and Muun. He smiled as the Wolves seemed strong and healthy. "My pack..." He muttered before shouting, "MY PACK!" With a laugh added to the end. He sent birds to deliver to the Orcs in San'Torr, which had read: Orcs! You're being led by a whitewash! He has killed Turkurz, a Keshig and Wargoth, for doing an honorable act! But the blood that he spilled shall not go unavenged! Come, my brothers and sisters, fight with me! We shall reclaim the our Honor, and return our home to what it should be! My fellow Orcs, we must not let this whitewash, this coward lead us! Fight with me, my brothers! FIGHT! The letter ends, as the birds that had been dropping them returned to their master, the Orc, however had done something insane. Creating a pair gauntlet, fresh from the forge and still very hot, had burned into his own skin. It had claws built on, so Jukha would never be unarmed. His tusks were sharpened to where their points were as sharp as daggers (figuratively). He had somehow survived the whole process, the pelt was turned into a second skin for the Lur. That night, Jukha had become more Wolf than Orc. That night, Jukha was reborn. ((OOC:)) So, this may be a very bad post but I am bored and decided to come up with this post. He survived the gauntlet by then dumping his hands into a bucket filled with ice cold water, now I know some of you may call this edgy or stupid or somethin' like that, so I say to you in the words of many, many people. 'Bring it on.'

"Mi bruddah..." Jukha falls depressed as he hears of the death. "Mi- mi will avenge laht. Diz dizhunur wull nub guw unnoticed. Mi will avenge laht. Gug'ye bruddah..." He sniffles out as the Orc moved from the tavern. His Lur wolf, Bloodclaw standing there. Jukha began to snarl, his lust for blood growing larger. He was angry, furious. "Dizhunur will nub bi tolerated!" He shouted as he mounted the wolf and rode off into the streets of San'Torr...

An Orc decides to put his might to the test, he mounts his Lur wolf and rides off to find this so called 'Legendary' horse!

Damen Ironhide hears of this, "Tha' bloke probableh doesn' know ah thin' abou' smithin'! Seein' as 'ow 'e's rumored tuh be young. I've been smithin' fer much o' mah life 'n' I still don' 'ave ah ti'le!" __________________________________ Jukha of Clan Lur simply laughs. "Fullmetal Zmiff? Mi'z been makin' hozh wepunz agh armur fur da Urukz zince Vailor! Zince mi wuz ztill in mi 40z! Mi'z in mi 90z ad da muzt!" He laughs again, clapping a hand on his good friend Turkurz' shoulder. @Xi'dius

YUsss. MONKEY MEN YAY

When will we be able to RP one?

Question. Does the region kill you as you enter Johannesburg over time? Like a time limit or something?

An Old Orc sits around a fire, surrounded by cubs and their parents, as well as some other races’ kids and parents. As you sit down you hear him, “So you want to hear a story, hmm? I will tell you one.” His face becomes contorted with a scary yet ominous look. “I will tell you the story of the SandRipper…” He nodded. “In Vailor, two cubs had left the desert city during the middle of the night, regardless of the numerous stories and warnings of the SandRipper. A beast long as the vines that grow on the highest trees with beady red eyes. It’s strong as a Myrzym, and fast as a Lur wolf.” He paused for the kubs to gasp and marvel at the description, “Yes, yes. It’s skin was the color of sand, with a texture to match it. It is a terrifying sight. Now back to the story, the foolish kubs had walked on the beast! Thinking it was regular sand!” He gasped in horror, the kubs following his example. “The beast awoke, hungry and angry at the kubs! It moved up from it’s sandy slumber, the kubs had tried to run but one had been grabbed by it!” He paused again as the kubs erupted in horrified gasps and some had even run back to their parents, afraid to look. “The other one had tried to help their friend, only to be grabbed by the beast’s tail! Slowly, he felt his bones being crushed as it’s tail tightened around their bodies. And finally, the SandRipper had eaten the first kub! Their friend, horrified couldn’t look to see the amount of Lur warriors wielding spears and torches running it’s way. The beast, horrified, ran off at the sight of the amount of Lurs and their fire. As an elder dismounted, he told the remaining kub this; ‘This is your own foolish fault, for you both had ignored our warnings and stories. And because of this, we have lost one of our own.’ the kub was devastated at his friends’ loss. But for the rest of his life he could feel the SandRipper following them wherever the Orcs went… hoping to prey upon lost and alone kubs.” Suddenly, the storyteller gasped and pointed behind them, and there would be a Lur wolf, with a basilisk skin draped over it to give it the look of the SandRipper. The kubs would flee to their parents at the sight of it, or to the nearest shelter. That being a tavern as the parents would laugh, be scared themselves, or be angry since the kids will have nightmares now. This left the storyteller to his own laugh, “There will be other stories, so please, come back all throughout the elven week for more.” He grinned. OOC: This story post is for Orc week! There will be both posts and RPs of the story happening! So be sure to either make an Orc and join in or stop by Krugmar’s tavern for Orc Storytime! I’ll be posting and making one tomorrow, at 4-5 PM EST. So be sure to attend, if you miss it there’ll be a post!

Wait we're going to get rid of Monk Healing? Well ****, say goodbye to your character as bandits come with 6 or something and just mutder you with PvP default.