The King Of The Moon

What's your favorite niche of RP? Mordu RP Who is someone you admire or look up to on LOTC, whether or not they play anymore? Mordu What's your most memorable RP encounter? That time I slew the Ender Dragon What's your favorite place to RP at? Offline Why do you enjoy the current community you play in? I am in charge How has LOTC grown and developed since you first started playing? I have sculpted it into my own personal hell

Unsure on why this is specified. A silit is still physically capable as well as mentally capable (to the extent of casting void magics) right up until they reach the withered (mindless monster) stage. Maybe that's what you meant? There's three stages in silit feeding: Well Fed (thirst is quenched + access to vampire powers), Starved (regular person who's carving blood like a drug addict) and finally Withered (monstrous creature that exists only to feed). It doesn't really make sense that Kani would be unusable at any stage besides maybe Withered based on a lack of self control? In any case Well Fed and Starved siliti should still be perfectly capable of practice@shartings Further, whilst I appreciate Kani definitely isn't a word everyone should be used, it doesn't make much sense to flat out ban its usage given I definitely recall Dunstan passing the term to his students IRP back in the day. Whilst people coming up with their own terminology is always preferable (Cigam Udrom, for instance :)) it seems silly to retroactively void of any past usages that may well have been of legitimate origin. Otherwise, very happy to see the project @SquakHawkand I have been putting off all these years finally carried out by someone more determined. Nice job (even if you didn't credit me despite copying additions and amendments verbatim from my addition and you also didn't rename Kani to Cigam Udrom like the deepstate wanted you to)

Both.

A long detached okarir'tir from days gone by puts forth a lacklustre petition: Vote for me - Mordu

ok first question: How dare you?

can't wait to build a sensory deprivation tawkin vase and take diddyfunkle

An aged vampire frowns at the missive. He'd go on to obsessively score over other accounts of the battle, taking a head count of the actual 85 and 79 figure. "I don't think there's ever even been three hundred people alive in Almaris at any given time..." he ponders aloud, concluding the report to be grossly exaggerated.

Big agree with this comment. Specifically here: for the past decade aurum has only effected undead. This is because - as has been explained since 2nd gen necromancy (if not earlier) aurum absorbs lifeforce, and therefore is capable of harming creatures unnaturally sustained in undeath. It makes no sense that it now suddenly effects every CA 'unless stated otherwise'. Currently with this wording a guy with a yellow sword (the easiest 'special' metal to get because it's literally just minecraft mechanics and not tracked in any way) would effect: Ghosts Wights Paleknights and Pale Lords Darkstalkers and Draugur ArchLiches All of the above being undead, that should be effected... But then we also have: Azdrazi Animii Machine Spirits Golems Atronachs Siliti Sorvians Frost Witches Treelords Demi-Djinn Anthroparions Homunculi Klones Vargs Inferi (all subtypes) Epiphytes Which uh... Makes no sense. I have no idea where the idea that aurum has anything to do with souls came from, but it's very incorrect. Please fix this @SquakHawk

Shame this system was run into the ground because pvping people 'of a certain type' translated to pvping anyone with any form of advantage, making roleplay redundant to conflict :/ The purpose behind these rules is quite clearly to make roleplay combat more realistic and in turn encourage more people to actually bother taking realistic narrative factors into account with their combat roleplay. Advocating PVP doesn't offer any sort of solution to that problem other than throwing your hands up and deciding that you'd rather have an OOC clicking contest than tell a long term story in our shared roleplaying community. I genuinely believe that people's attitudes can and will improve over time toward good faith where staff involvement is less and less necessary, and these rules seem to be a step in the right direction, wherein PVPs only real merit is for time saving in larger groups (which is still a thing and isn't realistically going to ever go away so long as we have war on this server). I don't think these rules are perfect, and in my heart of hearts I doubt there ever will be a perfect CRP system, but shitposting with clown gifs and advocating OOC combat isn't really contributing much to the discussion on how we can foster an ideal roleplay environment.

Make it area locked at the initiation of combat (ie only people in the capital can respond to a fight going on in the city centre; troops can’t be rallied across continents for an ongoing fistfight after all) rather than time locked. ‘10 minutes’ has no tangible meaning when it takes some people 15 minutes to emote

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An Obnoxious Cartographer chokes and wafts his way through the cloud of tobacco smoke to hand a compass and map over to the elf. With a nudge of his glasses up the bridge of his nose he explains: "Elysium and the Orcish states are ACTUALLY in the westerly-by-northwesterly regions of Almaris. If we're at a tropical retreat then we must be on the southern continent once home to Savoy and Sutica before it, in which case they're actually up north from us and not down south ma'am. This is further evidenced by the fact the landscape north of the Orcish territories is either frozen or dominated by active volcanoes and the grassy planes and distant swamps of Orenia and Haense to the east and north east of the site in question are hardly 'tropical'. Therefore, your comment at the missive was illogical regardless of whether the ongoing conflicts in that region of the world are your problem or not!"

[!] Across the Ebrietaes, in the minds of what fortunate dead still retain the lucidity to comprehend it, a call may be heard by those receptive to the words of the living. 'A man who fell as all men must, Denied his glory, turned to dust. This man who lies will lie no more: Freedom awaits him through this door.' Its message clear: the promise of an escape from the torment of Aeriel's domain. Hope glimmers for the first time in the grim centuries of the underworld, as a possible window of escape from this corrosive, eternal prison is flung open. All they need do is answer. ((I am recruiting players old and new alike to come and play undead characters in an emerging religious/ military group. The only prerequisite for such is to have a PK'd character who in life was not a Shaman, Dark Shaman, Druid, Paladin, Yeu Mage, Cleric, Machine Spirit, Kharajyr or Ascended. If you have a character who fits this criteria, feel free to toss me a message - Mordu#0001 - to discuss your dead character responding to the call so that we can begin interacting IC through a seance. You will not be required to submit an MA or CA at this stage))

Olive oil

THE ASCENDED ORDER; THE REDEEMED LEGION OF MTHYUL TLAN In the days of my youth, there existed a guild. A Sutican relic of a once mighty order; inheritors of the first holy assembly of wizards, hailing from the motherland of Aegis. They called themselves ‘ascended’. The successors of the Order of the Mongoose, these sorcerers obeyed the aengul Aeriel, enacting her alleged purpose as Caretaker of Souls and Warden of the Soulstream. It was said in times gone by that these ascended clashed with the undead servants of Iblees. That they stood as defenders of the living and shepherds of the dead, to banish the evil of the Betrayer’s domination for the good of all mortals. This is a half truth. The mission of the ascended had its merits. In the hearts of her first champions burned valour, and a desire to rival the influence of the Betrayer. What they lacked, however, was the wisdom to see that they had been themselves betrayed. Deceived, as all maleficar are, by an immortal puppet master. Aeriel clashed with Iblees on Aegis, and in the wake of their battle the continent was destroyed. Sunken and ran awash by corruption, the homeland of the descendants merged with the Abyss, and mortalkind was forced to flee. Iblees was trapped in the Nether for his misdeeds, taking with him the undead flesh of all who fell in the wake of his battle with Aeriel. Meanwhile, the so-called ‘soul warden’ reaped an army for herself: the souls of all who fell in Aegis were caught in her web, bound to her hellish realm known as Ebrietaes. In the years to follow the Order of the Mongoose floundered. Its members - once great sages and protectors of mankind - clung desperately to the lie that their efforts had ‘saved’ the world. The revelation of their failure drove many to madness, whilst those too arrogant to accept the damnation they had wrought upon millions became depraved. By the time of the guild that existed in my youth, ascended membership had largely been displaced by a handful of deviants and undesirables. In the years preceding they had come to depend on the now defunct Order of Tahariae and the still active Order of Xan to carry out their duties, sloth permeating through their ranks as they cloistered themselves away behind the safety of fortress, castle, and manor walls… Until their final deathrattle was croaked out in the dusty cellar of an unexceptional suitcan abode, upon the continent of Atlas. It is said that these degenerate ascended had befriended - and indeed bedded - practitioners of the infernal magics. That their powers in sculpting and redeeming the souls of mortals were forgotten in their decadence, or simply remained unused over the course of centuries of civilian life, whilst their patron watched from on high and did nought - too pre-occupied with enjoying her Aegisian feast of souls, and the souls of continents thereafter once her apparatus for capturing such had been complete. The ascended failed, and mortalkind was betrayed. Today, abundant souls remain imprisoned. Dead men - canonist, red faithful, brathmordakin and unfaithful alike - bound to the Ebrietaes’ turmoil forever. Soul-eaters - Infernal, Druidic, Shamanic, Xannite and the like - now dominate the mortal plane, funnelling all others that aren’t condemned by the old ascended apparatus to their own hungering deities. The civilised nations of the world have begun to see this horror more clearly, though elsewhere the efforts of the maleficar go unchallenged. It is this revived order’s mission statement to right these wrongs. To operate free of any foul bargain or instruction from Aeriel or her consorts, enlightened by the teachings of Mthyul Tlan and the ways of Fire, Umbrage, Harmony and Strife. Our purpose: to offer redemption to those deserving; to nurture the souls imprisoned in Ebrietaes and beyond, and offer any who consent to it relief from their torment, and salvation through service in the Redeemed Legion. A new Ascended Order awakens, its creeds: I. That no mortal shall suffer unjust bondage in life, death or undeath. Free will was the Creator’s gift to mankind, and no master mortal nor immortal may seek to reclaim it. No man nor his remnant soul may be ensnared unwillingly. II. That no maleficar shall be suffered to live or feed their immortal masters. In enacting the will of any patron but the Creator himself, one’s right to liberty is forfeit as they strip others of it undeservingly. They must be redeemed or obliterated. III. That mortality is precious and should be preserved at all costs. As was intended by the Creator himself, before his perfect vision was spoiled by the meddling of Aenguls, Daemons and others. The Ascended and their Redeemed Legion will protect the living from undue harm just as they shepherd the dead away from damnation. Those who aspire to the above amongst the living that wish to redeem and the dead that seek redemption are implored to seek out the Herald of Embers - Abdiel, son of Sataric - in the Principality of Celia’nor. Come in peace, and respect for the laws of the realm in question.

me when an Azdrazi says 'siliti'

Accepted. Edit: Didn't even realise the sex addict line was a thing. That section of BM lore has been copy pasted from the past 3 rewrites almost entirely unchanged (meaning it was originally written circa 2014 - case in point ruibrium is referenced in another line) and I've not seen it referenced until this very post which leads me to assume no-one has roleplayed it as a side effect, in which case removal is probably harmless if not for the best.

"Here I am" said Malin

Sat far away upon his bad guy throne, a forlorn Lothar spits out a mug of fresh blood in shock! “They didn’t give me nearly enough credit! How am I supposed to conquer the world with such lacklustre publicity!”

Friendly ST reminder not to roleplay a woman without an accepted CA.

May the best worm win.

Sorry bro you're on the 2nd page of replies now. History really is written by the victor