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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 cleric dominated sutica, being kidnapped by an undead but then being let go because the undead felt bad at how pathetic he was, being sacrificed by orcs or wandering into Mordskov and instantly dying to a falling log. Coming back from a long break, making a meme character and accidently joining a group of mordskov veterans and insane mages, then seeing him develop into one of my favorite characters ever. The fact that I managed to turn what was meant to be a one-off joke character into someone that other people said they enjoyed RP'ing with makes me really happy, and I think that even when I'm older and don't play on this server anymore, I'll still remember kiling Hiro over and over again, and the time my character and his gang of misfits crashed a party and ended up beating up every single guest and guard.

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 was alive and I was playing a part in it, however insignificant it might be. When I came back 2 years ago, this spirit had died down, but it was still there. Atlas(?) still felt inhabited, I could still find interesting and fun RP. On my first few days back, my meme character was adopted by a terrorist group and shaped into a child soldier who believed himself to be a powerful mage. I played a backdrop role in some political shenanigans and partook in lynching people who wronged my group. All of this worked not because of staff intervention, but because of a lack of it. Over time, more and more restrictions were placed on roleplay, making this sort of dynamism impossible. And for what? Fairness? Why exactly must characters limit the amount of people they bring to a raid? Why must they follow "cooldowns"? Why do I need permission to burn a fucker's house down, exactly? Why can't I set up a shack in the wilderness? Why are bandits and villians punished so much? They're the ones who bring life to the world. This is a medieval setting, it should be dangerous and gritty! We should be struggling for survival against deadly foes instead of sitting in a tavern, sipping tea and staring at elf thighs! Nowdays I just log on, vote and run around looking for rp. Even when I find it, it's nothing more than just dialogue, there's very little reason that drives conflict other than "me evil" or "me hate your kind", and even then, most nations seem to be obsessed with being "tolerant" and "modern". Most people seem content to just afk in a square. Can't say I really blame them: What other option is there? To join a military and play as a cog in the machine as ISA Soldier NR 12564316 doing guard duty? Thrilling gameplay. This concludes my rant. Stop cucking players and fix the server. gameingg out

No idea what you’re on about, my guy. I’m not a native english speaker but I understood what the lore was saying, even if a few fancy words were used here and there.

based and , allah forgive me for saying this, redpilled

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us.

“These treasonous filth forsake all that makes a voidal mage superior, and betray all uv descendant-kind een thaw processs. Truly, vermin worth notheeng more than exterminatiun.” An individual commented upon reading the document.

Somewhere off in the wilderness, Dargo would have been resting by a fire as a bird delivered the news to him. The man would have been absolutely devastated at the loss of life-long friend and brother-in-arms, taking a swig from his flask and tossing the note into the fire. He stared into the flames for what seemed like hours, lost in thought. Eventually, he threw the empty flask aside and picked up his weapon, his fist clenched around it tightly as he begun his march towards the city he hated, his only goal: revenge.

Dargo lit a cigar as the grim news reached him, gazing down at his broken arm and remembering having sworn to kill the elf. He threw the cigar to the ground and crushed it beneath his steel boot, enraged. The wizard would kill the one who had taken his revenge away from him and more than that, he would avenge his ex-comrade.

I’m sorry but... ******* hell what absolute brainlet decided to nerf voidal magic even further? Not only can we not have plate or heavy weapons, now we can’t even have ******* chainmail or even a sword! What’s worse, the rest of you ******* approved it! Why you gotta do us like this, ST?

Less ways for people to hide from RP concequences by utilising OOC

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IGN: LtBepis Discord: LtBepis#5604 Character Name: Hildred Profession: Shoe shiner and metal hat salesman Short Bio: Part of the street-rat trio, Hildred is an malnourished urchin. His skills include: shoe shining, burglary, woodworking and annoying people into handing over their coin.

Unironically, yes please

“Fawkeeng koward...” The war loving kha shakes his head at the monarch’s decision

Name: Adolf Stalin Gender Identity: Aryan How much anime do you watch: The Japanese are our glorious allies, I consume all of their media Are you an epic gamer: Of course Please write a 3 paragraph essay explaining why you are a disappointment to your parents: They do not understand my glorious NazBol ideology What mental maturity do you possess? (Hint: Too much mental maturity = application denied ? ) Yes

oh god oh **** what will we do now how will i ever be safe now why did you do this telanir oh ****

“Yes, kill them all” says local genocidal sutican guard

RP Name: Dargo MC Username: LtBepis Discord: LtBepis#5604 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Sutica Why Do You Wish To Come?: RP: To explore new lands and to fight strong opponents OOC: Just kind of bored, innit? This sounds fun and might get me some development What Skills Can You Bring?: Magic and decent melee skills

Didn’t even read it. Give us that fish people lore that was written a few months ago instead