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The sound of rushing water filled her ears as the once dark and evil place she could only hope to forget grew closer to her. Coming in from behind like a tidal wave, no shore to swim to. The current’s loud and ravenous waves were deafening as the sorceress stood with her back to the incoming flood - all she could feel was a horrific pain in her chest. The water suddenly stopped behind her, all she could see before her was darkness - so dark. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the the sound of running water began again. Looking down to her boots, Eileen saw herself standing ankle deep in water on all sides. She looked down and to her left only to see the body of a woman laying face down in the water. She looked familiar. “Lrahmondun… darûkûrz kalkoth.” Would echo a sarcastic and devilishly taunting tone from within the darkness before Eileen. When the words broke the silence it made the constant sound of running water pause, but only briefly. The witch tried to speak out into the darkness, but her open mouth only released bubbles of air which floated up and above her - the words escaping her throat were gargled and suppressed as if under many feet of water. Within the darkness before her a single pair of neon glowing yellow eyes would be the only thing visible, soon the darkness enveloping her surroundings again - the sound of raging waves nearly deafening. The only thing louder than the crashing ocean was the word that bounced around the darkness around her; “Kazlirt.” A white haired elfess sat upon her knees in the water only meters before Eileen. The elfess’ eyes would be dark and blank - empty. The woman looked about her surroundings, it seemed like she didn’t have a choice. The sound of the rushing water grew louder with each moment wasted by the sorceress. She’d bend down before the young elfess’ frame and looked directly into the empty voids, soon only to be filled with the all too familiar glow.

“Ra’drakurz raht roknoth kuul ra’vaznan amol tul.” muttered someone a few feet away from Eileen, who was laying upon the wooden floor of the room in which she had done the pact. Everything was exactly how she remembered it. Looking through the window across the room she could see it was nighttime, just around midnight she thought. Her eyes took a little longer than usual to properly focus and take in her surroundings clearly. Rising slowly to her feet she weakly lean against the wall behind her for support. “Rohn…” groaned the same voice as before, but it sounded a lot closer now. However, with each sweep her eyes did of the room - she saw nothing. Suddenly her eyes no longer followed her brain’s command of where to see. Her head no longer facing the window across the room, but now facing directly down to her feet. Two little yellow eyes stare back at her in the darkness of the room. It was almost like the eyes were glowing. The glowing yellow duo peeled themselves off of me, as they turned to look upon the deceased cat on its right side. The small black cat growled at the sight. “Krokah…” Eileen slowly slid back to the ground, her back pressed against the wall holding her upright. The room spun circles around her as the black cat, owner of the yellow eyes moved into her lap and curled up into a ball. It raised its head one last time with a gravelly tone of voice. “Kolt irahmondun… Ra’drakurz raht roknoth kuul ra’vaznan amol tul.”

:OOC: MC Name: Zathairn (will be changed to this in 3-4 days from now). MC name of those living with you: Zathairn, CactusGreen, Axelu, EternalSaturn, Jlyoko, grimmothy, and Slayology. :RP: Head of household: Princess Amorette Blondelle Acal’elor and her sister Princess Esme Dior Acal’elor. Family/individuals staying: 7 home residents. Number of Children: 0 elves under the age of 50 years old reside here. The application would be left in the council chambers by Amorette Blondelle. The application was wrapped in a special blue silken tie. She’s take a second to adjust the parchment so it was laying exactly in the middle of the desk. Once happy with its positioning she’d swiftly strut her way out of the facility, her heels echoing rhythmically through the seemingly empty building.

It’s common understanding that is how the lore is written, but I promise you that I have never once in my multiple years on the server seen a Druid’s request be anything but a command. It just doesn’t happen.

reserved ❤️

gonna read and leave my thoughts ❤️ okay so here i am! personally i think this is such a better idea than the current way dark shamanism works. the original concept of taking their true name as a form of blackmail was so metal and honestly really unique – gave the shamans actual ways to find out about these dark mages and actual peruse story lines between two directly opposite groups. currently dark shamanism is in a super weird place where it has about 5-6 abilities consistently used and the rest are there as filler because of similarities between normal shamanism and dark shamanism so there needed to be significant differences. i think this method is perfect and could definitely be done right, unlike thuleanism you take base deity magic and gave it an edge but no one got to use it. good job mordu, totally wicked! +1

there are indeed direct rips from wiccan text, yes. moving forward i’m going to make it short and sweet as there is no need to beat a dead horse. this idea has become tired and played out through the multiple reiterations that have been submitted, it’s just simply not going to get passed. that’s not because it’s an entirely bad concept or because of someone OOC targeting. like you said yourself there is no niche for ocean rp or ocean magic and there is a really good reason for that; because we’re playing on a mineman server where it’s almost impossible to do ocean/pirate/voyage RP outside of map transitioning events. the reason this niche is not filled is because it’s not something that is doable on this platform. if you’re follow up argument is “well then it pays off if you dedicate to a near useless magic because all the tier 5 spells are absurdly broken” then that’s reason enough for it to be denied. it won’t be used the way we’d all want it to and since the loss of thallossos we’ve noticed no difference in the lack of oceanic RP. there was none before, during, or after it and i can bet all my magic MAs that it will remain this way until the day i leave the server. just my thoughts regarding the actual mechanics of the magic rather than everyone else who commented on the lore itself, which has hardly changed since the last 2/3 times you’ve posted it. hope this helps.

Kypris’dionne is still screaming in the depths of hell.

i smell a comeback +1

So, where do I begin? Oh, with a trigger warning! Because this is gonna get deep. I’ve played this server for quite a while, I’ve had my scandals, I’ve had my glory days. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried. I’m made friends and foes. When I first joined LoTC I had a pretty strong group of friends that I am happy to say I am still talking to all these years, and have all made such strong impacts on my life that I can never properly put into words how thankful I am for what they’ve done for me. As time went on I made new friends and our group separated, gained new faces, came back together. However, despite everything that happened to us we grew – for better or for worse. We called ourselves Equipe. We made a family and all applied together, where I made my first character – Kypris’dionne. During the first two years of my time on LoTC I used it as a safe place to escape the harsh reality of drug addiction and abusive environment that I was trapped in when I closed my laptop shut. Kypris was an over exaggerated and wild extension of myself, she embodied the confidence and I don’t care attitude I always begged for. In my eyes she was the most beautiful woman on the server and she was unstoppable, no one could tear her down and she was stronger than any obstacle that stood before her. That was something I always wished I had at the time. During these first few years I met players like Jake, Ventai, Aerial, Parkins, and Trinn. I would consider these my first real friends I made here on the server as they were the first people I developed genuine friendships with outside of our roleplay that oftentimes had our characters interacting. Later came Lhindir, Fury_Fire, and people like SpiffyTaylor, EdgyMagey, ImCookiie, Wiseacres, Gabuette, PessPess, Slayology, Cooliomafia, Violino, EternalSaturn, Starfelt, Illiran, Frott, Axelu, HeeroQueero, Imibee, Mr.Goosey, and so many more amazingly beautiful people. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a prideful *****, so I could really express to these people what they've done for me. However, there were times that this server brought people into my life that if you asked me now – I would’ve made different choices. This server has taught me a lot about myself, after about two years of playing LoTC I got into a very bad accident which landed me in the hospital, a blessing in disguise as I was finally able to find the exit door to escape the situation that plagued my reality, and when I finally came back I had these people. They kept me safe, they kept me grounded, and they kept me here today so I could write this overdramatic and extra goodbye post, in proper Luv fashion. Upon returning I had a thirst to take control, to do things in my life that I could see the immediate result of the actions. This caused me to become the problematic and controversial figure you all know me as today. I begged for the ability to have control to have the power of rule over my own fate – even if it was on something as small as a minecraft server. I took a leap of faith into LoTC staff where I met people that brought out evil in me. That brought out the weaknesses in me that I had worked so hard to hide and suppress. I think we all know one specific individual that I am commonly known to be the lapdog of. This taught me about the horrors of manipulation. That even though I had escape someone who used to put his hands on me for speaking when not spoken to, or used my naive nature of love for them to control me, I wasn’t immune and I wasn’t out of the woods. This taught me about the power held in people’s words, in the things they do, and the way someone can make you feel like you’re something that you’re not. People like this exist everywhere, and you can never be careful and you sometimes may never truly know somebody like you think you do. My word of advice to anyone suffering with specifically grooming or toxic relationships to seek help and to listen to your friends, you are more than someone’s evil fantasy, I wish I had. But, staff helped me meet amazing people too. I met Wiseacres, someone who got to live the LoTC Dream of being an Orenian Empress, a Frost Witch, and all those cool niche fantasy roles that I always begged to roleplay. She showed me the evil of the server, but she also showed me the amazing people and the potential this server has to do more than entertain you on a night when you finished your homework early. I met Tsuyose, who despite popular belief, was not always my personal Dark Arts sugar daddy. We actually hated each other until our characters collided over the meme around the time of the release of Suicide Squad – trust me I look back and HATE the Harley Quinn gifs too... I’m probably the most sorry to you all for THAT. My life took a spiral most recently as I lost my character, Kypris. Someone I had always seen as the hero I was holding out for. Every memory on this server I had was on her, and all of my bans for RP took place because of her – shocker if you’ve ever encountered her. She was PK’d in a way that I never expected for her, but was honestly quite poetic and brilliant. She died due to the faults of her own actions. Something that I never understood for the longest time of my life. When I close my laptop I live a much different life than many of you might expect. I am much happier now, I’ve been sober for a few months, and I’ve learned to value myself – even when I struggle with the idea of my own identity. However, Kypris was something that helped me and by extension this server and everyone on it, yes even those of you that still hate my guts for ET abuse in 2016. When she died I took another spiral. During month of March I met a boy with brown eyes, I hate brown eyes, and he most importantly saw me in the way I saw Kypris. He saw me for everything I used Kypris as, an attempt to become that *****. As most of you may know, this year was rough for me here from constant bans and scandals to fights with friends and the occasional concerning message left in a discord as a cry for help. However, this time, I did not become another victim to the boy with the brown eyes and just like the character I had created I had overcome the evil that I had unknowingly pluged back into. I beat addiction once again, I left another abusive relationship on my own accord, and I graduated from High School before I did that – I wasn’t going to be dragged down again. I kind of ramble, and went all over the place with this... The moral of the story is that through my experiences here I have been able to grow as a person and I have been able to notice the faults in my own self and have learned to reflect on what I do – and of most importantly to think before I speak (I kinda pick and choose when I remember that, but I’m out of your hair now). This server taught me a lot. To all of you I am so thankful, and I don’t know if I’ll ever return – I think my hourglass has run out of sand. Below I left a few people some messages. If you got left out it’s probably just because my short attention span and small vocabulary of nifty words took a ****. To the members of Equipe To the Frost Witches To the residents of TRANSylvania Alright, I’m getting lazy and most of you I have on Snapchat or in discords. My discord is @愛君は#2390 so if you wanna reach out and keep touch let me know! But, with that I bid you all farewell. Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east I wish you all the best. Even you, Jake from Gay Farm.

oh why, oh why, can’t i? yuh. i think i’m gonna miss you the most. see you this summer sis.

Footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned temple of Xion, the occasional sound of rats and bats breaking the silence as well. The young woman passed through the whole in the gate with made prior with ease as the howling winds blew her robes violently. Her gaze narrowed upon the courtyard as they scanned back and forth as if searching for the presence of anyone else, but as usual the temple was empty. The falling snow made for a beautiful scene as the woman made her way to the left of the courtyard, examining the crypt as she’d pass with a disrespectful scoff. Raising her right hand against the stone she’d drag the golden nails along the wall as she’d make her way closer to the back of the temple. The sound of, what was believed by Scathach, a branch snapping echoed before her as her left hand fell back to the book on her hip. Drumming her digits along the ancient tome’s cover as she hesitantly progressed further. The sound repeated itself before she’d reach the staircase which lead into the depths of the temple. With a swift movement she’d take cover beside a pillar and ripped the book from it’s strap with the rattling of the chain that kept it bound to her side. The book seemed to open on its own in her left hand and she’d slowly begin to flip through the pages as her eyes occasionally lifted to sweep her surroundings. The sounds halted altogether as she stopped on the preferred page. The temple fell silent once again. Making her way down the steps with the book still held open in her hands she’d make a furious jerk back in the direction of which she came before slamming the book shut and continuing her venture into the depths of the old castle. A rat scurried past her foot, startling the woman, as she’d make it to the lower floor. Upon the wall was a still lit torch propped up on the wall, which she took down and used to guide herself further - lighting her path. As the flames sent shadows through the corridor in which she traversed she’d find more and more rats passing by, more and more frequently as she’d move further in. The sounds of faint whispers and pathetic shrieks echoed in her ears the further into the temple she moved. Her eyes struggling to see anything before her, even with the light of the torch guiding her way. Upon reaching the lowest level of the facility she would find obvious traces of those that had been there before her, quite recently. Dropping the torch to the ground she’d violently spin around in a frantic search for the rats - paranoia setting in as she’d call out to the creatures. “Where is it? Where is the piece that I have come for? Where did you move it!?” The witch screamed out as she’d collapse to her knees with her hands running into her black locks of hair. Faint whispers murmured in the back of her mind as they soon grew clearer and clearer, as if they were muttering right into her ears. A few rats scurried around through the shadows of the corridor only visible by their shadows from the torch that burned and crackled softly.

i think this is very cool yes very good +1

Amorette Blondelle of the prestigious house Acal’elor would beam at the news! Running to grab her servant to furiously shake at her sleeve. “Did you hear the news? Our glorious elchihi has come under new leadership! I cannot wait to meet him!”

darkstalkers would’ve been fine to add as paleknights were shelved and dreadknights removed entirely. i will give my further feedback later so... i guess reserved.

as an ex-kharadeen i totally support haria/caliphate/kardasi til the end... let THEM have this. rip amina kharadeen-staunton

my favorite ❤️ i’ll miss you so much, but i’ll be following in your footsteps soon enough™. wish you the best and hope to still hear from you on discord or something! eileen will miss beo dearly. lhindir was kypris’ best husband tbh.

i got hot sauce in my bag, swag.