RealSirMysterious

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh be an optimist it has good potententiol as long as whoevrrs makin it puts forth a good amount of effort.

Amen

I decided that I would stay active on lotc with the forums until I've moved to my new house and get my computer out of storage. So I am writing story's based on my second character. Baer. So I hope you enjoy. And its on a phone that I wrote this so the format is boring I know. I don't know where I was born. I don't know my parents or any of my family. I only know pain and sorrow. I write this in the forest while feasting on some roasted elf and drinking a large jar of water. And even know I remember my first day. I remember the cannon shots and being ripped from my bed when I was 7 in a house I don't remember. I remember watching them burn the houses and kill the innocents. I remember being hit in the head and blacking out. And this is where my story begins. I woke up roped down to a stone pedestal with two men on either side of me. They wore red robes and had hoods pulled down covering their faces. They had bronze masks that were expressionless. I tried to scream but my mouth was gagged. "No use in trying to scream cat." The one on my left said while bringing a large stick down from a rack on the stone wall. Another hooded figure came in from a trap door on the ceiling. She spoke in a soft and calming voice. "He's just a kitten Volark. I bet he can barely walk. Untie him he's no threat to us with the ankle hooks." The man she refered to as Volark removed his hood revealing a large blonde beard and a head full of blonde hair. He then drew a small dagger from the inside of his robes and cut the ropes holding me down. I immediately tried to run but fell over screaming. I looked at my ankles and saw two hooks in each ankle that were bolted to the pedestal. Blood began to escape from the holes in my ankles and the hooded woman immediately began to rush towards my legs. "Damn idiot!" She yelled removing the hooks with ease. "Daestryio!" Hold him down and make sure he can't move. "On it." The other hooded man said easily holding me down. The women brought her hands to my ankles and wrapped some cloth around them. Volark laughed in the corner and was immediately silenced by another hooded figure who entered and brought a club to his head. I slowly blacked out due to pain and loss of blood and the last thing I heard was the drop of Volark's body.

Baer throws his satchel over his back and takes a deep breath before putting out the fire and making sure the book can be found. "To Oren! I'm hungry and I'm sure food can be found there." He says joyfully before leaving the campsite.

One, Two, Three, No one is like me, I was raised by unholy worshippers, I killed for fun and hurt for pleasure, I ate a man during cold weather, I choked a priest for being rude, I clawed a man who called me crude, I was branded by the cultists, I thought it couldn't get worst, No one is like me, I wish I was not a cat, And the worst may just be that, I will never change my act.

*An unnamed Kha sits in a tree writing in a small book.* "I am done acting like an uncivilized beast." He writes furiously while listening for others around him. "I may have been raised by cultists and fed the blood if the weak but that does not make me crazy. Does it? I want to live like the humans and elves without the Kha wanting me for my "crimes" Choosing to not convert after I finally am free from the cultists does not mean I am guilty." The Kha then sets the pen in his book and jumps down and heads to a small fire in the woods. He sits down on a log and sets some meat into a small pot above the fire. Opening the book he dips his pen in a small jar of ink that was near the fire. "So what." He begins to write. "So what if I now cook the meat of an elf on a fire in front of me. This doesn't make me crazy, just hungry. So what if I attempted to choke a priest for not giving me minas? He was rude anyway." The Kha then sets the book down and tosses a few potato and carrot slices into the pot. He then sits back down and begins writing again. "No one sees the way I do. Born a big old cat and raised by four human who praised Iblees can make you different. Have they tried the flesh of dwarves roasted with a slight pinch of pepper. Probably not. And if they did they would have loved it. So I am not crazy. I am not guilty of any crimes." The Kha then stands up and drops his pen and book and tips the large cauldron to the side pouring it into a small pull. He then takes a large wiff of the soup before sitting down and mumbling to himself. "Nawt crazy." "Baer crazy." He then drops the notebook and leaves it for others to find.

Signs are posted all through the main roads and throughout Cerulin and Oren. ~Searching for experienced mage to teach me magic~ Hello all who read this sign. I am a young high elf looking for an experienced mage to teach me magic. I do not have any form of payment, but I hope that you respect teaching others things they do not know. I am wishing to learn fire evocation from someone experienced. I understand that I am rather young and can not share my name publicly. If you wish to teach me then you can leave a note attached to this. Leave your name and where I can find you and I will quickly follow you. (ooc) I am looking for someone to teach me fire evocation. This is short and sweet because I wish to discuss more developed things in person. If you want to teach me then put your rp name, ooc username, and time that you will be on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlWRiZo7T4I I say on a pile of hay in the Petrus jail. My memories were jumbled and I couldn't help but think it was all a bad dream. Chains were on my feet and my hands were cuffed. My bloody hands that were what the evil used to control me. It was too late though. The plan was executed and there was only one more part. The dark one would rise again. Because of me and my mistakes. No! I refused to believe that! My father put the markings on me to control me. There was nothing I could do. I was taken over. I tried to fight back but my efforts were in vain. The power felt good but the things it made me did didn't. For the past two years I had murdered, hurt, and done other things to people to cause the re birth of an evil being. I had controlled others and spread the infection that lay before me. All around I saw evil and now I wish to be the good to stop it. After praising Iblees for all these years all I want to do is escape him. The church in Petrus was marked. Now it was an unholy sanctuary that would manifest evil every day. But I was reborn. Never again would I fall under the control of others. I was a new man. And now is when my story really starts."

Whatches the church from afar seeing the reactions. "Looks like I succeeded. Now to move on to the next one..."

First off I am a grade A dumbass I was logged into my brothers account and posted my story so here I am reposting it with a few adjustments. And play this while you read it Idk how to make the video on the actual post so heres a link... enjoy. https://youtube.com/watchv?v=mlTRcMowLkc Location: Petrus church/cathedral I sat alone in my room. It was dark and I was reading a book about the spells of ancient times when it appeared. A man appeared in front of me and began to speak. "Tonight, we start at Petrus. Then we will move on to another church another day. Do you have it?" He asked. "Yes." I said pulling out a vial of blood from a priest I had killed. "Good. We must go then!" We went to a tavern but there were too many people. "I must go. I can not be seen by these people." He said. Just like that he disappeared. I walked past the tavern and saw a friend of mine. I convinced him to bring me to petrus and off we went. We arrived at night and there were few people walking around. I entered confidently and headed straight for the church. I made sure we were not being watched and entered. Shutting the doors behind me. "I can almost feel it." I said running my hand on the pews. The walls were so smooth and everything was kept in perfect condition. I stepped to the altar in the front and removed the blood. I carefully drew symbols on the altar. I heard footsteps outside and muttered, "Iblees protect and conceal us." After the altar was covered I moved on to the walls. I littered them with words and symbols using charcoal. Afterwards I finished the final step. I carved some symbols into the entrance and quickly left. We will be known again. So will Iblees, We are born in fear. And now we die in fear.

Yeah even though my ankle was snapped like a twig it was fun.

So I am a new player and today I played my first real session of lord of the craft. To be honest my first rp experience was great, I actually did good, and it was fun. Then my rp skills went down the drain and yeah. But I want to tell about the first experience except it will be in my characters view... Enjoy :D I stepped off the boat and felt the soft sand on my bare feet. I breathed in and smelt the fresh air. I made it to Athera. I found a small stach of minas left for me and collected them. I was near a small lumber farm and decided to head away from it. On my little exploration I found a tavern. Scarlet inn or something I believe. I walked in, sat down, and ate some bread. And that's when I heard it. Outside two people talking about how incest is a sin against the creator. I walked out and calmy stated, "Hey quit slaving over the creator just because hes powerful doesn't mean you have to be controlled by him. I'm not supporting incest but I'm saying don't base all of your beliefs off of a powerful being who wishes to control you." I did not know how religious people were so I began to fish off of a bridge. While I was fishing a young women pushed me off. I was going to approach her when a man stopped me. "Are you the one who insulted the creator?" He asked gripping my shoulder. "No. I'm just saying you don't have to let him control you." I quickly answered brushing the man's arm off of me. "Then yeild and hail the creator!" He said gripping a shield and sword. "I refuse." I yelled drawing my axe. He attempted to slam me with his shield but I thrusted forward with my axe. It didn't stop the blow but made it to where I only stumbled a little. "you attack a man for following his beliefs." I said preparing for another attack. He stepped forward thrusting with his shield and slicing with the sword. I stepped to avoid the sword and then aimed the axe at his neck but he raised the shield to block. "Just yield and hail him!" He shouted getting into a better stance. A few people yelled "heretic" and other insults at me as I was fighting him. He swung with his shield to me left arm. I went to counter attack but he quickly slammed his sword at my ankle. "Ahhhhh" I yelled as I heard a loud crack. I fell down and couldn't get up do to the pain. "yield he said" pointing his blade at my throat. "praise the creator." I said trying to stand. I made a makeshift splint and the whole time was remembering to not mention religious beliefs. (OOC) So yeah that's not exact but its pretty spot on. I then sat in front of a fire drying off and healing before returning to fishing. I had a conversation with two other "heretics" and then headed off to adventure.

If I am an elf and eat a kha is it cannibalism not that I'd ever do that. I've always wondered that though.

*Smiles slyly* "Not sure which is gonna be more fun the party or the end of Athera"

*shrugs* "don't see what's wrong with being a little edgy."

Would you rather have this? *warning may contain offensive things if u are offended easily go away* Every emo song goes like this, I'm trapped in a world full of ignorant pricks, Every emo song goes like this, I'm dying in a puddle of filth and piss, Every emo song goes like this, The Fucks that I gave are locked in a cave of despair and darkness, Every emo song goes like this, I always miss the taste of that kiss, Every emo song goes like this. Yep offensive

Hopefully he destroys the taverns customers causing them to shut down. Anymore taverns and we will all be fat and lazy like the dwarves.

My blood is red, your face is turning blue, maybe it would help, if I stopped choking you.

*eagerly awaits his chance to hunt the Kha*

*laughing* at this point I think the slaves are selling themselves.

(( rp wise my character isn't doing this a captured high elf makes the poems to earn us money.))

Eldon the elf! A fair elf named Eldon lived long ago, He lived near the forest of Algo, He had no maiden to count for, But he had one who which he did adore, A beautiful maple tree he named tres, Although she was a tree he loved her no less, He brought her water everyday, Sat near her wasting his hours away, He talked about much but she was silent, One day he carved a hole in her with flint, And decided to show his love was true, He entered her and felt a feeling so new, As wood entered wood he howled and moaned, And the whole time the wind groaned, After an hour he felt complete, For he gave that tree a climax so sweet, And that is the tale of Eldon, The elf who had a tree as a maiden. ;-; I feel dirty

*you see an old sign it reads* Hello there citizen of Athera! Do you want to be known? Do you have some Mina to pay for a poem in your glory? Well I, the poet captured by the sand hunters, must earn them minas for my survival! So I will be writing poems for a small price. Remember each Mina can count towards my survival. (OOC info) I am a new player who has only played for about 20 minutes. And I'd like to start out with some money. So I will write poems or even songs for minas. Price: 5 minas for the poem or song itself, and two minas per line. Max length 100 lines. Info: tell me what you want me to write about what kind of poem u want it to be. As my computer is being repaired I will use my phone so no fancy lettering until June 16. Samples: look in creative writing. I have made two poems and those were nothing compared to my true skill. So I am ready for any challenge whether its depicting your encounter with a fair maiden, or how powerful you are I am ready. So please go ahead I am ready to start writing your poems! (Kha pay double)

silly its never ogre :}

Ill do another if you can give a fine reward! I'd say your soul... 3/4 of your houses value, an area in ur swamp, ur finest swamp rat, puss, and perhaps ur favorite weapon? You know not too pricey.