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The year is 2021, idiot. Look at a calender!!!

race war in minecraft rp forums? it's more likely than you think!

epic

A disgruntled mage stares at the missive with utter contempt, before ripping it to shreds "Voidal mages working with druids and aeunguldaemon cultists? Truly, a vile organisation serving a vile empire"

Yeah that's the mods, don't get the two confused. Anyway, great post from my friend Isaac. Voidal magic is a very cool concept and allows for alot of creativity for characters to create belief systems around and it's a shame that most of the time that is ignored in favor of muh science or uwu housemagery rp.

Too short, no depth, stupid name. I don't like it.

An aging warlock sat outside the fort his associate had called Camlannen. A poleaxe rested against his shoulder as he read the missive, a cruel grin forming across his features "Here's hoping the vile cretins are foolish enough to refuse our demands... For if they do: their filth-infested cities will burn, their degenerate people will perish, and a river of Aspectist blood and bones shall pave the path of the righteous!" The half-mad wizard SHOUTED, though, seemingly, noone was there to hear his rants.

I cannot respond to this post without being banned -local eastern european

I joined when I was 11, so alot of the early days are hazy, but here we go, I guess. Getting conscripted into the wood elf military day one to fight a war I knew nothing about and dying horribly in the lag. Spending a long time just making edgy characters, trying to do villiany and being beaten easilly due to being trash at CRP. Making my first actual character(who was still cringe) and seeing him get into stupid shenanigans by being an incompetent idiot: being mentally abused by one of his only friends, developing an alchohol addiction, becoming a xionist in a cle

I joined this server in 2015, and honestly now days the only reason I stick around is because I have friends here. Back in the the day, I could log on and with almost certainty know that I would run into some wacky ****, even if it was off-hours. I could get kidnapped and fed to a wolf, get a close encounter with an undead or get sacrificed by orcish shamans. I could have my kneecaps broken and be given a choice between joining a group or getting executed on the spot. Something was always going on, and even though I was a cringy child with a shitty character, I felt like the world