Reno

Ramsey Stafford awaits new customers

In real life, you don't get better at chopping trees, nor unlock the ability to cut new lumber down. You may get faster and more experienced, but it does not require you to deforest small countries before you are able to break a new type of log. In addition to this idea, you don't craft thousands of swords in order to learn to make them a bit sharper, cook thousands of pies in order to simply learn a new recipe, and mine tunnels large enough to fit every dwarf mentioned in literature in. Another thing to mention is the lack of ability to be well rounded. As of now I could be a the burliest miner you have ever seen, the best blacksmith in the history of LOTC, and even know how to farm with the best of them; but if I have a dark oak tree in my backyard I need to cut, forget it, I am screwed. I grab my Iron axe and somehow I am physically incapable of holding the axe correctly and end up breaking the damn thing in 4 hits. Meanwhile the lumber I just spent 5 mins cutting down has just vanished now? Suppose I wanted to craft a gate out of it....oh wait I cant, because I only know how to make oak fences, not a slightly darker version of it... In conclusion, get rid of em, no body needs them, or at least implement something that requires players to actually preform activities involving skill to increase their trait like some kind of mini game, not reward the person with the most free time to sit there and grind.

Why the canyon again...

A sad staunton refugee sits in the Dreadlands, wondering where his food will come from. Wondering when he will be able to go home. Wondering, when the snipers will put down their rifles, and open their hearts.

Just use a boat on land. They are fast as hell now, though hills are its sworn enemy.

"De took er jewrbs!" yelling another southern loyalist man

A small child pulls on his pant leg "Please sir, can I have some more"

Dey took er jerbs screams a blue collar dreandlander worker

Hundreds of Courland citizens are being forced out of their homes as we speak. Courlanders being forced out of their homes, fleeing most likely to the welcoming arms of the Dreadlands. Women, children, and innocent citizens struggle each day to find a way to make ends meet in this cruel world. Courland father and his child wondering where they will find their next meal. For just 1 Mina a week, you can help these Courlanders find food, shelter, and vengeance. An innocent young boy, starving, wondering why he was forced to leave his home. Please, do what is right and help these innocent people of Courland find peace.

Ramsey sits in the tavern along with his comrades, their blades' dripping with orenian soldiers blood. "I do not know about you lads, but I do not know how this man expects to walk in our city and expect everything to be fine. They plead for peace but yet their actions deem nothing but war. I shall hang this man where he stands the next time I lay eyes upon him."

Ramsey signs

Ramsey offers .5 mina

Only the Felson for Life screamers

Id accept but then Gridlock might get banned again

Ramsey sits in the tavern of Riga laughing hysterically at this declaration.

Posters would be hung around Vailor with images of jewels in the center of the page "Looking to buy Emeralds and Lapiz in large quantities. Please leave a note under a poster or send a bird to Courland addressed to Ramsey Stafford. I am willing to pay well, though the lowest priced offer will receive my business" ((Send me a MSG on the forum or in game)) MC name: KingVege

Posters would be hung around Vailor with images of jewels in the center of the page "Looking to buy Emeralds and Lapiz in large quantities. Please leave a note under a poster or send a bird to Courland addressed to Ramsey Stafford. I am willing to pay well, though the lowest priced offer will receive my business"

Just letting you know mate my issue still is there, no rush really but it'll be nice to walk normal again lol

Ramsey Stafford sits in his keep eating stew by the fire. A bird flies in with a note in hand. Ramsey grabs it, examining the news. "It's about bloody time" he states to himself with a slight grin. "Men! Gather your weapons. We have a war to fight."