UnBaed

How have you been? Got anything in mind for a new character, now that you're back? What's a game you got into while away from LotC?

new lore approved herb is mega garlic to bat away vampires

IGN: UnBaed Discord: UnBaed#3468 Category of Choice: Visual Art Title of Your Piece: TBD

when are u walking the shore favorite rp moment? favorite book? favorite characters on the server that aren't yours?

What inspires you to RP? Favorite book? How did you find the server? What is it about LotC that made you stick on here for 2 years?

There is a blood smear on the wall from the amount of times one of them banged their head against it, while the other goes off about random stuff and probably plays wonderwall

When I was newer on the server: Learn how to make my own skins: ✔ Get character art that wasn't of my making: ✔ Lead Dragur Library: ✔ Become wise enough in RP to give other players quests: ✔ I strive for this on all my characters tbh... Wanted to RP in every major group/nation on the server and I managed to check off every niche as my Nemir character before she was shelved :D: ✔ Get one of my human characters made into a saint: ✔ My current goals: Figure out and build a neat lair Gather enough people interested in in a lair first... Form a new niche/aesthetic for Mysticism for others to explore with Incorporate my art into more posts I make Primarily wanting for posts of character notes/studies Make an elaborate character card of my main with my art Continue to try and make interesting stories: ✔ Never become an NL: ✔

[!] Around the ruins of San Luciano, Savoy, refugees may find a few stray copies of notes to examine; documenting the lost world beneath theirs. A man named Majid of Brev requested for Saoren and myself to join him on a venture to a cavern he deemed (almost) abandoned by the Mori Elves. We brought a handful of others with us, for cautionary measures; better to travel in moderate groups in these turbulent times. What we found was hardly anything close to what I expected at all; the size of that cavern was massive--enough to fit a city and more within it. Not even our group saw a large fraction of it; this is truly a hidden world beneath our own, and it must have existed here for centuries--at the very least. Majid guided us to the tunnel's direction, though I must admit I've failed to properly document its whereabouts myself--I'm not wholly familiar with these part of the deserts. It's highly advised that a proper guide is present to seek out this cavern, lest you risk getting lost. We saw signs of former occupation of the clan described to have besieged the North, once we ventured into the cave. Old and tattered flags of crimson were posted around an old dock, which had only dust collecting on it; there was a broad expanse of water, as well. Though we had little means of safely traveling across it. Instead, we went more 'inland' within the tunnels. A large lantern hung overhead, upon a fork in the road of tunnels and we followed the path heading right--which delivered us to a curious ruin. A fortress in shambles, nestled into the dark stone of those tunnels. Its walls were pale and flecked with blue, grandiose and imposing with its tall doorway that lead into a hall. There were engravings of figures upon it; sigils, it seemed like--of a figure hammering an anvil. Sometimes a lone anvil would be depicted too, accented with fine and elegant tapestries of blue--though I've never quite seen such a shade as this before. Despite the nightmarish stories of cruelty I've heard of these elves, a part of me couldn't help but admire the use of their artistic crafts; yet little could be scavenged for how fragile that ruin had become over the years. Untouched for so long; stagnant--even in its Echoes, for I saw many roaming. This had to have been some sort of clan hall of a bygone family, either conquered by those of the red banner--or felled to some other threat. I presume the latter, though surely those of the red banner had been present in those halls long before we had arrived. In the main hall, there were three doorways branching off to different sections--two were guarded by imposing sets of armor, yet wielded only lanterns. Someone described them to be Dreadknights; something which I've only read of in books, or heard in dark tales for children. Nearing them caused for them to grow active, yet they immediately collapsed into scraps for their age; made truly fragile from disuse. The room left unguarded, ravaged and crumbling archives, has led for me to believe that the clan of the red banner sought to scour for tomes. The clan hall had a theme of forging and creation; working with minerals and metal--they seemed like creators of these Dreadknights, going so far as to design larger sets of armor. I had heard that an enslaved soul was required for their making, though I've grown uncertain about that theory--I cannot listen to the idealist within me, however, to drop that notion completely. The full creation process of these armored titans remains a mystery, though pieces of the puzzle are slowly gathered. I hope to be able to gather more information in time, though I would encourage a great deal of caution and preparation for treks into these tunnels. Although my group left unscathed, those caverns aren't wholly abandoned. ╭₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪╮ Ilaria Des'Nox ╰₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪╯ Thanks to BobBox for the event!

i notice cake sword isnt on the list of bad lore

hate murder hobo mechanics, liking this shift

i'm also back on the linkin park vibe :3

i've always been having to paste image urls since images have never pasted for me ;(

what did they do.

if you could improve one thing about the server and have it executed efficiently and perfectly, what would you decide on? what's a source of your inspiration for your rp? Is it music, a show, movie, book, game, ect? what type of rp do you see yourself wanting to try out in the future on the server? lastly, whats something u like about ilaria :D?

I never implied you were, I just said your point in having players be the ones to call out bad behaviors has never worked out well in the past. It always explodes in a toxic mess on the forums and rarely resolves stuff. Sorry if what I said wasn't clear, I've been dealing with a headache all day Players can TP wherever they want next map? Or are you implying that I can do that as staff? I try to avoid warping around to places personally since I like riding around on my horse to find new builds around the server--the most I commonly do is warping to either spawn or one of the main hubs and heading to someplace mechanically If any player can just warp to a nation or settlement next map, I am curious what sort of system will be used to ensure there's no BM/abuse -- I've been a bit distant from new stuff coming for the next map, so I wouldn't know. I got my semester wrapping up this month

whatever spawn point there is for players to move around to the hubs, idk what system is in place - clearly something that would involve roads last time administration told players that calling out others for something bad was our job and not theirs, it didn't go well

letting nations build on roads just gives any nation closest to CT the ultimate advantage of screwing over anyone behind them "sort it out irp" isn't a solution and is just a piss poor excuse to avoid having to deal with something as this - rules can and have existed on how things are conducted on this server. don't give NL's the power to further dictate where players go around this server, stuff has already been bad for a while with how activity checks are sort it out irp excuse can also be applied to literally any other existing rule protecting players from BM "hey this guy griefed my build, could mods help me?" "duhhh sort it out irp!" if this ultimately DOES end up passing though and nations block off roads to funnel players into their cities - then side roads should be immediately built for detours so players aren't left to get lost and roam in the wilderness

A half-crazed and half-asleep elf would later have clarity return to her fatigued mind in the light of the morning; those golden rays illuminating the feverish drawings she had made onto the wall at her bedside. Watching over Ilaria were dozens upon dozens of scratchy eyes and bat-like shapes painted in her inks.