Jtit

1 hour ago, H said:

Who's the coolest character on the server, and why do you think it's Ayche?

 

:)

Ayche is definitely close second to Kai, I agree. 

1 hour ago, Chennster said:

Best tavern experience 

This one occured recently! During a birthday party held for Bacchus, there were THREE barfights happening at the same time. Which Amandine was the cause of like one or two I believe. 

1 hour ago, MeteorDragon said:

Favorite memory over the past years?

One of my favorite memories, different from the one I gave in response to Unbaed, was with a character I made impulsively. She was a rambunctious elven pirate that hung around Curon.  However, my favorite memory was her in the tavern, throwing random items at a man. He paid Mattisyn 500 mina to stop, in which she proceeded to throw the coin at him instead. The roleplay was ridiculously detailed for such a simple event, but it was absolutely hilarious.  I did a lot of fun things on that pirate, I might have to bring her back. 

1 hour ago, UnBaed said:

yooo!

 

What have been some of your favorite moments of RP on the server?

 

What's an old character (not yours) that you used to like their concept for?  Any current ones?

 

Do you have any sources of inspiration in creating your characters?

 

A funny OOC moment from memory on the server?

 

Thoughts on me?

 

When are Kai and Ilaria gonna stir some shit on an adventure 

Hey Unbaed! 

I have so many, oh my goodness. I'll have to say that my absolute favorite moment of RP was definitely when I played a Stormbreaker dwarf. They were such a fun RP group! However, the best moment in that was when my character became the first female Clan Leader! 

Another one of my favorite moments/characters was Valeria (Ruthern) Basrid. This was one of the only characters that I truly developed from 5-35 before I took a break from LOTC. I think my favorite part about RP on this character was the fact that, at the time, there was so many other characters within the same age range.  So we formed our own little RP group - The Kids of Providence! We kept those characters connected from the beginning until adulthood. It was probably the most developed character I had when it came down to memories, achievements, skills, etc... 

A character that I liked the concepts of, hmm, I haven't really thought about this one! I can't really think of one from back then. Currently, however, I really enjoy the concepts that @DISCOLIQUID has for his character Bacchus! Such an iconic character. 

Inspiration for my characters come as I play them! I start a character so plainly and figure them out along the way as roleplay occurs.  For example, my most previous character, Amandine. I quite literally just made some short auvergnian woman and developed her personality and backstory as needed! I find it more fun to do it that way.  

OOCly, I don't think I can recall any significant funny moments... Just my usual witty comments made as boring as that may be.  

Ah, Unbaed! I think you've been around for as long as I can remember. I don't think we've had much interaction until recently. You're an exceptional roleplayer and your character development is superb. I enjoy interacting with you in roleplay and just in general! :) 

All Kai needs is an invite!

1 hour ago, Operator_Bugman said:

How does it feel to play on this server for a whole 7 years, did you take any long breaks during your time here?

Yes! I've taken a lot of breaks. They're good for the soul. I have a habit of playing for a while, then dipping for several months out of no where - oops.  

But on a real note, it's been great to see how the server has grown and developed! 

Hello friends! 

It's crazy to think that I've been on this server for 7, almost 8 years now! I've played such a variety of different characters and have so many memories within this server. I figured it was due time that I have an AMA for myself - ask away! 

Amandine Komnenos reads over the missive within the library of her keep. A scoff escapes her before her reiteration takes place: "A corrupt tool for petty nobles to disappear pesky commoners? Pesky is an understatement in describing this woman. She is a vile, aggressive, murderous woman. Is it so wrong to seek justice for the lost of our kin?" States the Auvergnat in a pure tone of disgust for the comments made. Soon after was that passage crumbled and tossed into the waste basket.  

Valeria Basrid welcomed her dear sister-in-law into the heavens with an angelic smile and open arms. 

"Welcome home, dear sister" she said as the two were finally reunited in the serenity of the afterlife. 

Amandine Komnenos rests in a private room of the clinic, beads of sweat dampen her forehead, her breath is heavy with exhaustion. Her body is tired and near limp, except for those arms of hers that held a newborn baby so closely to her chest.  

The arrival of her daughter was meant to be a joyous occasion in which she’d share with her husband. Though something plagues her mind and hinders the happiness she should be feeling.

What would they look like? What would I name them? 

Amandine’s mind races with what almost was. As she’d adore the sight of her daughter sleeping so peacefully within her arms, her mind is torn between gratitude and grief. 

She recalls the memory that had changed the temper of what could’ve… what should’ve been one of her most merry experiences: 

A usual shift within The Savoyard Smirk, the tavern within Providence that she had been employed for so many years.  

Amandine partook in casual conversation amongst the patrons she served. 

It was a regular day. That mother recalled within her grief as the story continues in her mind. 

 There wasn’t a singular sign of creeping havoc, not a hint of danger in the air - until it was already happening that is. 

Several men - Amandine couldn’t recall how many, it all happened so fast - charged the tavern. They terrorized and abused the customers, taking each possession they’d carry and in some, even their life.  

This happened right before her eyes, she watched the brutal beating of a man she was, only moments before, sharing a pleasant conversation with. 

Once that aggressor was finished, and that man lain victim across the floor, he conquered the bar; the only thing that served as a barrier between him and Amandine.  

Upon seeing the violence that filled her place of work, a responsibility of protection, an internal spark of defense overtook the woman. Therefore, at the time that the man stood less than a foot from Amandine, she had already begun her casting - the only means of self-preservation she had.  

Get on the ground! Those savage words that lingered in the darkest part of her mind, but not as painfully as the regret she felt from her own actions of refusal.  

Pride and pain or cowardice and potential riddance? The decision at hand in those very moments.  

Non. A single word that caused the spiral of events that changed the emotion of this day - the birth of her child.  

Amandine and her assailant stood within spitting distance of another. The intensity weighing on their souls as a raised sword and a ball of conjured fire would determine their upcoming fate.  

Much to Amandine’s rue, she was not efficient enough in her casting, not yet skilled enough as a mage.  

"Die mage!"

Then was Amandine impaled by the brute’s  sword, to the right of her stomach, but truly his words would puncture her mind and allow a drowning sense of regret to enter her thoughts.  

I should’ve listened, why did I choose to fight? I knew better.  These were the mage’s final thoughts as the ichor seeped through her garbs and her cheek was pressed to the tile floor.  Hope drained from

Amandine in similar fashion to the blood that puddled around her; she surely expected to die in that moment.  

“Get away from her, she’s going to die!” A woman’s voice seethed to the bandit. This act of bravery caused the fallen lids of Amandine to flutter open, and soon were they filled with shock as she heard the ferryman’s next words: 

“Save her, but stay back!”

Was that remorse from her attacker?  

The woman heaved Amandine over the counter, and dragged her away from the bloodshed that continued.  

Amandine fought her faltering consciousness as the woman repeated “Stay awake, you have to stay awake.” 

The following events were a blur to Amandine after that moment until she awoke in the personal clinic of Dr. Primrose Gendik. 

A rush of energy surged through her as an alchemy concoction was administered. Her eyes frantically darted around her surroundings. Amandine’s husband was at her side in woe, but she allotted no attention to him. Instead, her gaze  pierced through Doctor Gendik. 

“My baby, how is my baby?” she asked, the fear in her tone and in her eyes was one she had never held prior - even when she stared potential death in the eye. 

Doctor Gendik discovered that there wasn’t only one child to be concerned for, but two.

 With a  sombe toner, Primrose informed the parents that one of the unborn children still carried strength, but the other will likely not survive this attack.  

Amandine relived these moments in her mind as she rested within the clinic. She recalled the rage, the thirst for revenge, the aggression she felt towards the ferryman that had killed her unborn child.  These emotions began to fume inside her again before her deep, deep thought was interrupted by her husband’s voice. 

“Amandine, are you alright?” Thomas inquired, taking note of Amandine’s intense stare and lengthy silence. 

“I will never let anyone hurt you, ever.” The determined mother whispered to her daughter. She will never make that mistake again.The loss of one of her children will follow her through motherhood, she set it into her mind that she won’t allow death  to take another one of her children -  even if it bestows her demise, not a single hand will bring harm to her kin.

Discordant, this is beautifully written. The amount of imagery you created with your words is astounding.

This is an unfortunate ending for so many people, my heart goes out to those who lost years of character development.  

Love Born in Triumph

Year 72 of the Second Age

Following the victory that did occur for the Kingdom of Oren, Thomas Komnenos and Amandine Escoffier-Elverhilin reunited after their time and bravery served in such battle. In that moment, the two lovers acknowledged the lack of promise that life contains - at any passing moment could the preciousness of life  be taken away. Then was their refusal to waste another moment born.  Their decision was made, they were to be wed on the Saint’s Day that followed the war; A love that was born in triumph.

 An intimate ceremony did in fact take place that following Saint’s Day.  In the Lubba Garden Chapel beside the Barony of  Trabezon on the 8th of the Amber Cold in the 72nd year of the Second Age close friends and family gathered  to be in attendance to witness the exchanging of vows between Thomas and Amandine.  

As the ceremony began, the guests rose upon Amandine’s entrance. As Amandine was given away by her mother, Thessalia, a flurry of emotions did arise within her.  As she took her first steps down the decorative aisle, that bride’s smile refused to leave her countenance thereafter.

Thomas stood at the end of that aisle as he awaited his wife to be. Despite the nervousness that consumed him and displayed in the fidgeting of his hands, no larger grin could’ve been placed on his features as Amandine finally came to stand before him. 

“With this ring, I thee wed and bestow my abiding love, faith, and honor unto you from this day forward” The bride and groom did both exchange in the presence of the ordained and their loved ones.  Then their unity and love was sealed by a kiss. 

Those in attendance cheered and basked in the joy of the newly joined Lord and Lady Komnenos. 

Thereafter was the news spread to the public - A new union was made.

I have been on Lotc for 7 years now and this is probably one of the most OOC-Conflict saturation -  due to IRP occurences - I have seen in a while. I rarely EVER get involved with highly-stressed situations like this unless it makes sense for my CHARACTER.  Yet, with this war, I've had people OOCly ask me where I side, not my characters, where I  personally, as a player, side. I always tell them that I don't side anywhere because this is up to roleplay, it's up to the personas we create, and the game we play. OOC conflict due to Rp conflict has been an issue on Lotc for a long time, but we can't control every single person within such a large community, unfortunately. All we can do is hope that people gain maturity and an understanding what the difference between real life and roleplay is as time pushes forward.  

I have no ill-intent with my words, just sharing my piece.  I adore being a member of this community and I don't want to see it fall apart due to a roleplay circumstance.  <3

Amandine peered to her soon to be husband as she noticed the invite within the Komnenos' manor "Ah! It seems like we aren't the only ones getting married during a civil war." The auvergnat quipped, cackling at the circumstances. 

MC Name:

         Jtit

Character's Name:

         Amandine Escoffier

Character's Age:

         20

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Fire Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         Remothy

Teacher's RP Name:

         Thessalia

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yep!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

Doctor Valeria Basrid placed a kiss on her husband's cheek as the married couple read over his newly published paper together. "I am proud of you, as always, my love." 

"A wonderful announcement for our wedding day, wasn't it, dear?"  Doctor Valeria Basrid inquired of her husband, still beaming from the mentioned event. 

After speaking with the Madame Ivy, Doctor Valeria Basrid mutters to herself: "Well, it does sound rather fun. Perhaps I will attend after all!"

Doctor Valeria Basrid read over the invite for her Sister by law's debutante. The doctor smiled as she immediately began to craft a gift for Helena. 

Doctor Valeria Ruthern would seek out Rosetta d’Amato to hand deliver the invite. “How quickly can you make a wedding dress?” The doctor asked with a wide grin. 
 

9 minutes ago, BobBox said:

A Basrid - who had messed with some holy painting in the palace, just a day before the comet crashed - began to sweat nervously as he glanced to his friend Val with a raised brow. "That wasn't... We didn't do that, right?" He asked as he glanced down to the light stone he had previously acquired. @Jtit

Valeria vas Ruthern inhaled sharply, the nerves building up within her. She reached into her bag, pulling the stone in which they plucked from the wall. She glanced to the stone and then back to Anthony. "I-..I told you it would disturb it.. I think we did.." The woman said with fearful words.

A Celebration of Adulthood

[!] Invites were sent throughout the city of Providence on behalf of Valeria Eleanor Ruthern, Viktor Siguine Ruthern, and Anthony Alexios Basrid. 

"You are hereby invited to join in the celebration of Valeria vas Ruthern, Viktor var Ruthern and Anthony Alexios Basrid for their eighteenth birthdays. The celebration will take place at The Novellen Tavern in Providence on the 16th of the Grand Harvest. Drinks and food will be available for purchase throughout the entire duration of event. Come celebrate the teens advancing into adulthood!"

On 1/26/2021 at 10:50 PM, BobBox said:

Somewhere - A large being heard of the events from a friend. It paused in its daily routine, something in which it did not normally do. "I believe I remember this one, Yes." It said in a calm tone as  its gaze moved over the waters in front of itself. "I will reflect on this, as it upsets me."

 

A Young Elf heard of the man's death as he kicked up his feet onto a nearby table. Grabbing a bottle of booze, he took a long sip. "You're telling me - my favorite smith is dead? What's a man to do now?" He asked no one before sighing and raising the bottle. He soon downed it in the name of his dear friend.

 

The Basrid Boy frowned, soon turning to his friend Val, prepared to comfort her as he mentor had died. "I'm sorry to hear of this, Val. Here's to hoping for better days, ai?" He asked, soon moving to help with the jewelry shop as he was needed.  @Jtit

Valeria vas Ruthern looked to Anthony Basrid with a heavily saddened expression, she'd fall into his comforting embrace before muttering to herself: "I will always cherish the opportunity you gave me to be your apprentice.  I will continue making jewelry in your honor." 

Valeria vas Ruthern reads over the second paper Anthony has released. “Hmm, I still think ‘Ruthern River’ would’ve been a better name, but either way, he’s brilliant nonetheless!” she stated, grinning for herself.  

On 1/20/2021 at 10:59 PM, BobBox said:

Anthony Alexios paused as he was writing his name down for the tournament "Won't be getting second this time." He said to Valeria @Jtit before finishing his signature.

 

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Valeria vas Ruthern nodded to him, a smile displayed on her features, "You got this!" The girl chimes in confidence.

Valeria vas Ruthern had 300 freshly baked snickerdoodle cookies delivered to the palace for the wedding reception and a note sent directly to His Imperial Excellency. The note read: "Freshly baked snickerdoodles for your wedding reception, just as I promised. I apologize for my absence. Signed, Valeria vas Ruthern."