warlord of filth

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LOL truuuuuuuu howdy void, i agree completely. i don't really have the time to dedicate to super serious rp anymore, and honestly i get on lotc to have fun. i completely understand your plight, considering my current main is a schizophrenic drugged up dark elf who makes jams and jellies. the worst part is, unless im around my buddies (mainly du loc) people are always so abrasive when it comes to rp that isn't their a: romance sim b: power trip or c: political simulator. was there a time when i was larping as arthas menethil and doing my little main character arc? yes. but as someone with a full time job, family, and busy day to day, i come on lotc to hang out with people and laugh. i attribute a large part of the sweaty nature lotc has due to (in no particular order) A: lore materials, B: zero value of life and C: people taking themselves too seriously. for halloween in du loc i hosted an event where automaton ratiki zombies rose from the grave crafted by dr. quincy bannington, a doctor who has a vendetta against quentin brae for stealing his initials. he then floated away using a levitation device after villain monologuing. it was fun, and kino, and i believe everyone there had a great time-- though i know if something similar was tried with other players, they'd probably crucify me and try and get me removed for 'meme rp'.

Gib, Small Forward for the DU LOC FLAMES enjoyed some R&R post game after defeating the Purifiers . His eyes blood shot, his arm covered in small pin-sized holes; he moves off to DUNMER some High Elven strumpets before hitting the road for their next game. "GO FLAMES!"

A quill found its way between ashen digits, as a ghost writer scrawled a letter of love; an idle laugh escaped his throat. My Lady Dame, I hope this letter find your supple hands well. As the years go on, I yearn for the song of love. The years have been lonely, filled with battle and terror most foul. But it is the human spirit that pushes me onward, and the potential to find you as my petite chou-fleur. I see you are staunch believer in the almighty, this will do well, though I warn you, my path as Arch Lector of the Owynist-rite burns as bright as my passion to win your hand. I will gladly take care of your ex-boyfriends children, for it is my duty to uphold the sanctity of our future marriage. I will have you know, I too share the love for potion crafting, particularly essential oils utilized by providential city goers during their time in academia or studying the stars. Your strength intrigues me most, I hope I can show you where us Lectors of Owyn workout, for peak physical condition is of utmost importance when serving GOD. Perhaps you can assist in spotting, or I can spot you. I invite you to our humble temple in the South, Kaer'Lassar, where I will prepare a woman of your caliber a nice dinner with candles lighting our future love. We can delight in the delicious exterior meat of the Du Locian Green Hog. You can find our future home together within the Lordship of Du Nu Loc. I hope to meet you soon. Respectfully, Dante de Denesle Arch Lector of the Lectors of Owyn So too was that letter sent off via a courier, stamped with an official Lectorate seal stolen from the Temple of Kaer'Lassar. Gib sauntered off then, eager to go tell Oijin he'd found Dante a suitable bride.

so happy i work at dingo corps

>:)

Jeez people are so afraid of interacting with others outside of their inner circle it’s insane removing bird SMS telephone rp would require you to be more involved in your community in game. You’d be more cognizant of the city you live in, and yknow actually having to ask strangers if they’ve seen so and so. stop hiding behind locked doors and rping with the same 3 people. it’s really grating when I’m in the middle of an event and someone emotes getting a bird when we’re in the depths of a dungeon, or in the middle of nowhere. +1 one step closer to the utopia ideal, rise of the Eastfleet Express

[!] Found on shelves throughout Almaris: One might find this odd tale of a place dubbed "Boar Island". ((Complete writing credits to @Goon. Enjoy)) THE TALE OF BOAR ISLAND There once was a man, from the Bay of Crows, who had nothing to his name but his shame and his clothes. He had nothing to claim, save for those old tattered robes- a cloth that clung desperately to stave from the snows. Where the river meets ice, a vagrant’s garbs could never suffice. They did nothing to shield the frigid air’s frosts, and if worn for too long, surely his life would be lost. So he ventured out East to escape such a chill, he built up a raft and sailed down a hill- to stumble upon a newfoundland, with plenty to eat just beyond shore’s sand. “This world has it all, and it is ripe for the take! I shall return to my peoples, and lead them across this lake!” So that’s what he did, returning to home, only he’d no plans to stay for too long. He told all of those, afflicted the same, “Come, come with me! To stay is a shame! I’ve found a new place for you and your kin- to go hungry and cold? No, never again!” And they followed behind, to find peace of mind- landing on land they all would call ‘mine.’ Homage was due, and they named him the king- his first of decrees had been "Slay everything!" CHOP! And a SLASH! The occasional gash- but by night’s fall, they had a feast that would last. Boar chops and ham, loins, belly and hand- the first night’s feast in the new world was grand! The next was the same- and those boar were the game- and they stopped not until the sun had’a lain. They filled up their bellies with swine guts and swine bellies- shaping their guts to feel as if jelly. But enough was enough, for a nearby old hag- and she rode her own vessel to be such a drag. “You’ve more than enough pork for you and your friends. And yet you still hunt. When will your hunt end?” “Can you blame an old man who has only had nothing? For wanting a taste from all of the somethings? And besides, you old hag, it is only just boar. If you look through my forests, there are plenty o’ more.” “Hear me now, old Lord, and let me be blunt — cease, and stop now, your meaningless hunt. Reduce your hauls to only what you need, else you’ll become the very thing you bleed.” “Away from me, hag. I’ve heard enough of your whining. Return where you came, so we resume our dining.” “So be it, you hog.” She spit out of spite- turning to fog, and gone out of sight. And their hunts did not cease, no, there were plenty o’ more. And at the end of each one, he reeked of the boar. “My Lord, Oh Great Baron, take not as insult- but perhaps you should bathe, you smell of swine bathed in salt.” “I had only just ate, perhaps that is why? Nevertheless, there is boar that will die!” And the hunt had continued, they all rallied behind- into the fray, following his cry. That night, they had dined, a familiar sight- from around the island’s bend stared an old woman in spite. “I’ve told you, Old Lord, the blood shed is too much. You awaken a force without a light touch..” “And I’ve told you, Old Fool, I said you were banned! I care not what you think, now begone from my land!” “Very well, you old hog, then have it your way. Perhaps with those *ears*- you might hear what I say...” Their ears had hung low, and they started to flop, “Third time’s the charm, so surely they’ll stop…” “Curse that old woman! She knows not what she says! Ignore her vain pleas; enjoy our bounty instead!” The next was the same- those boar had been slain. And the old woman brought with her, this time, some rain. To extinguish their flames and to douse their game, this old woman sought to drive him insane. “What have you done? You’ve spoiled our spoils! Grab this old woman, it is HER we will boil!” “I’ve given you chance, and you’ve squandered it so. Perhaps it is time that you reap what you sow.” A clap of her hands and a brush of grand smoke- gone in flash, and causing a choke. “Next she arrives, only to nag, instead of those boar, it is her will nab..” Given a snout, that could smell his own greed- but far too late- gone was his desire to feed. “What has she done? We look not like ourselves! Curse that old woman for cursing our healths!” Given the wires that crept up their napes. “What has she done? We’re as hairy as apes!” Given a tail that swirled at its end, causing a murmur between all his friends. “This isn’t over, no, surely it’s not. If that foolish old woman thinks this will be forgot...” But amidst the king’s whining, it came to a stop. Thoughts replaced only with a desire for slop. Akin to a boar, he was given the tusks. The Old King- now, but a bestial husk.

i want archi to win, mostly so we can get a sponsorship with reeses puffs at the archipelego network. i want to use this in my events now pls

The Wastrels of Glorious Story: Adventuring and Dungeoneering at It’s Finest Coordinated by obreeni (breeni#2442) The Wastrels of Glorious Story is an upcoming event project to add radiant dungeons throughout the lands of Almaris. With heavy inspiration from DnD one-off adventures, parties of 3-5 players will be gathered to seek out, travel, and delve into a variety of dungeons constructed around the map. Each dungeon and adventure will be themed to its environment, as well given a proper identity with supporting history. You will delve into dark caverns, scary ruins, through ramshackle camps, and past landmarks. The purpose? To build a story and facilitate the thrill that comes from a good quest! Locations of these dungeons will not be posted publicly. Be it an NPC that visits your settlement, a rumor that is passed to a tavern, an old journal discovered in the market square; all of these are but a few examples to how exactly players will discover the aforementioned dungeons. Firstly, the dungeons and quests will not just appeal to murderhobos. There will be equal parts exploration, puzzles, and a requirement for player ingenuity in order to proceed. Though there will be rewards and treasure to be found, the ultimate goal isn’t to appeal to loot-hoarders. Secondly, the goal of these delves isn’t for you to get some powerful loot or god-killing weapons. Sure, there will be instances where you will get some pretty neat treasure derived from my abundance of WoW and TES inspired inserts. Do not expect treasure or beg for it. Ultimately, these are built to provide a traditional fantasy experience and to have fun. Thirdly, that previously mentioned player cap of five participants will be enforced. This isn’t to exclude players, but to allow for practical and logical thought as to who should be brought with. Think of a typical dungeon party, of course you’ll want your great-sword wielding barbarian, but a mage might prove useful. Fourthly, your kit matters. If you want a grappling hook to scale a wall, you have to have it on you and represented by an item. Think of what you would bring if you were exploring a dingy crypt: Lightsource? Check. Rope? Rations? Check. Potions? Check. Finally, the goal of this project is to have fun. I love a good bounty run and killing a big baddie ala Dark Souls or Monster Hunter, but as I’ve played through Wildermyth, Baldurs Gate 1 & 2, done some dungeon delving in Oblivion, and worked some Dungeons into my eventline: I realized how fun they could be if implemented into LoTC.

Arch Lector Galway sits within his tent at Outpost Ember, lofting a singular brow as the resident courier delivered news of the Fifth Scroll. "A Fifth Scroll? The blind leading the blind. Lucky for these damned sinners, our lantern will shine the way through this harrowing darkness. I suppose this does expedite things. Courier, send for Grand Inquisitor Swailes from the blasted sands. The Fire Rises."

[!] A lone courier arrives to the Second Owyn's Fort. He sought after the old Hyspian priest. Searching the ramshackle Fort, the determined courier would eventually find his way to Father Paco. "It's from... The Council at Ard'Kharyll? You've got friends in high places." Brandishing a singular scroll, the courier would extend it out to Father Paco.

so now that lord of the craft is a staple like world of Warcraft can we have lotc classic lotc classic when??? mcmmo?????????

damn i spent all my money on saint juli’el’s onlyfans. guess I’ll never know

Two Three things, first, I think there should be some clarity as to what continents / world / plane of existence we're in that exists as a sort guide for creating back stories. I know lore sleuths are super in-the-know when it comes to this, but with the Wiki being relatively out of date, I'd really like some sort of 'World' Map showing all past maps, with a brief summary of the Descendants departure. Second, as to not derail, personally I prefer the prospect of new adventurers and characters coming off-continent. This origin is a lot better than them just appearing out of thin air (unless they're born to a certain family, or village in Almaris etc. . .). Aeldin is a wonderful prospect for developing a character with some substance before they arrive to Almaris! No harm, no foul. Edit: Third, gonna disagree with this, and I present: The Mount and Blade Warband argument. In Mount and Blade Warband, you can start as a Noble, and literally all you get is a coat of arms. You are still weak, and have to build yourself up. If a player wants to parade around as some Nobility, let 'em! Let them deal with the consequences of coming to a foreign continent claiming to be a Lord of some sort, demanding land, and dealing with the consequences in Roleplay. Or, by the off chance they do rise to some sort of significance, it will allow them the ability to throw a wrench in that very locales day to day.