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  1. Alaric rolls his eyes as another random Eiriksson comes out of the woodworks. "And who may your father be? I swear sometimes the other lines bastards fathers are harder to find then their tavern working mothers..."
  2. Alaric sets out to find his elder brother, dissapointed in himself for believing the propaganda that had declared him dead. Smiling for the first time in years for he still had a living family member that didnt randomly pop up with no real evidence of family ties like other Ruric lines.
  3. SaltAlt

    Gun Plugin

    would have been more convincing if lotc had a dev who could make it lol.
  4. Alaric would pull his boat further up the shore after finally reaching land on his journey west. Resting at the makeshift camp he had made he would turn to collect the bird in its cage that accompanied him. Reaching a finger to stroke the white feathered head of the bird as he wrote his second letter to his sister, soon removing the bird from its confine and sending it east towards the lands Arcas with the letter in tow. He’d watch as the small black dot of the bird slowly faded from sight, only then turning to walk into the thick brush for a source of food and water to keep him alive whilst waiting for the bird to return with a response from Edyth. As the sun slowly set behind him he’d sit around his fire digging through his pack pulling out a fox pelt and a small music box. Winding the music box he’d slowly lay to rest for the night listening to the song that calmed him since he was a young boy, a deep sadness running through him as another note seemed to be missing from its old song.
  5. Lorien rolls out of his hammock onto a small bundle of hay after reading the paper slipped through the floorboards “Yes I believe now is a good time to show those who remember me that i am still alive” he’d say as he dug around for his axe to cut his way out of the room he boarded himself in.
  6. Lorien would roll over in his hammock hidden away within the taverns attic, stirring from his many years of rest “Ah, this I can get behind!” he’d say rolling back over, getting a few more minutes in.
  7. Alaric would close his eyes, the weight of the bags beneath them becoming ever present as he sat in his silence. The small music box beside his bed ticking quietly, it’s song breaking more and more as his family grew smaller. The song that once held him together as a young boy after his fathers death only reminded him of his solitude now. Alaric would reminisce on when he and Edyth were children playing throughout the town with their friends, making their secret bases and playing hide and seek. “I wonder, how different things would have ended up had father taken us on that fishing trip that day...” he’d say to himself. Lowering his head and opening his eyes he would notice the music had stopped.
  8. Alaric would narrow his eyes as he read “by the father, after reading this article I wish I were brain dead... willing myself to finish reading this piece proved harder a task then the 9 beat downs we delivered your forces...” he would say rubbing his forehead “Holy **** that was terrible” he’d conclude as he drank to hopefully rid his mind of this cursed writing.
  9. SaltAlt

    THE AMBUSH

    Alaric would describe the missives content through a brief sock puppet show to the man.
  10. Narthoks Farewell I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Grool for having the courage to reach out to me about my circumstances when all other Admins refused to update me or speak to me. Despite my differences with Grool I think it shows a great deal of integrity on his part and he has earned my respect for doing so. For those of you who were unaware, I am to be admin banned come friday. While ‘appeal’ is discussed I think we all know that I will never be unbanned from this server. My adventure on Lotc has been a great one that I will remember extremely fondly. Through all the epic battles, tragic deaths, betrayals and such. I genuinely enjoyed every moment of it. From when I first joined the server as a naive 14 year old looking for an escape. To now as I depart, a 22 year old on the cusp of entering post grad. Lotc has always been a passion of mine. Providing a much needed escape from periods of hardship in my life as well as providing me with the opportunity to make some genuinely lasting friendships that in some cases are approaching a decade in length. Here I built what many will agree has been the most persistent and consistent antagonist on the server. I have always been the foil or the villain to many here. And to some degree have enjoyed that role. Loss was always undesirable but never particularly anathema to me. And I tried to exemplify that philosophy in my actions. Always PKing on the first death, allowing my nations to be conquered rather than taking to endless lawyering. If I am to leave anything to Lotc I hope that among other things I hope that people remember that taking the server seriously and being passionate about it are not mutually exclusive. Enjoying lotc should not mean putting your own ooc interests over the narrative. Death and defeat progress the story far more than being the eternal hero ever could. Conflict is good for storytelling, something this server has increasingly forgotten. But in the end I can’t help but breathe some sigh of relief at my departure. I have a deep love for LOTC, it has been one of my fondest and most consistent hobbies for some third of my life. But the server for me has lost a great deal of its lustre. It feels incredibly difficult to create content, to expand and grow, to interact dynamically. I felt like a prisoner in my own city. I wish you all the best of luck in your future LOTC endeavors. To the Norlandic Community, both old and new Our trials and tribulations were some of my fondest memories not only on LOTC but irl. Many of you came to me as complete and utter retards and I’ve watched you grow into semi competent human beings. Norland has survived so much internal drama, so many annihilations and kept on chugging. I am incredibly proud of what we have continued to achieve and the strength of our community to keep getting up over and over and over again no matter what we face. My dms will always be open to all of you. The replacements I have appointed have my full confidence and should take the Nordish community successfully into the future wherever that may lead.. I will be setting the affairs of my nation in order, polishing off some pieces of lore and then departing.
  11. Alaric would send a prayer to the father. Though they may have been of dissimilar religions, and ideal even he had heard of the respect this man had. “May this war end soon, too many good men die while the vile stay hidden behind them in their walls. May you find your peace, Isaak.” ((ooc)): cheers having the courage to pk, in war times dying in (good) rp and pking due to it really helps to build an interesting story.
  12. Alaric would dip his head, giving a brief word to the father. “May this coward of an Emperor admit his ineptitude soon so we may end this violence. His people need not die for his shortcomings.”
  13. “Your ineptitude is unfathomable, you condemn your people to die.” Alaric would say upon hearing of the supposed Emperors response. “Though your ability to still write despite having your skull crushed is commendable.”
  14. “Odd how sallying out to defend your people’s and allies when wronged is acceptable, and heroic when you do it. Had your poor excuse of an ‘Emperor’ not intervened In Morsgrads business with Haense when they attacked Rubern unprovoked then all of this would have been settled rather peacefully.” Alaric would comment upon reading the missive.
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