Morigung-oog

An elf, far away, sharpened her blighted steel blade with gritted teeth. She’d come far in the past few years, her finery abandoned for armor and a gambeson and her elaborate braid replaced with a plain ponytail. She not yet knew of her friend’s demise, but news would surely reach her; it always did. And when that time comes, It will become personal.

A certain elf sighed, having disregarded her invitation to haelunor which had likely not only saved her ear tips but also her life, potentially. In truth, she could’ve taken them on but she was far more focused on her studies and prep on dealing with the voidal hollow. “Typical Dimaethor diarchy type trap.”

Valindra smiled, though such was a bittersweet smile. She knew what had been done, and she mourned the loss of her friend slightly. Reading through the invitation, she sighed, shaking her head. "Too high elven for the snow elves, too snow elven for the high elves." She lamented, biting her lip in thought. "I shall visit, unofficially advise on otherworldly issues, but my wanderlust plagues me. And in truth, the only place I belong is on the road- preferably with a wealth of objects and currency that didn't originally belong to me." Taking in a deep breath, she pulled an Othelu move and pinned the notice to her fridge. "I hope Zelios and Malithor are finally able to settle. After all they've been through it would be well deserved."

From a hidden location, an elfess, cast out and shunned by those she once helped lead, grinned a wicked grin and cackled as word reached her, carefully measuring out herbal ingredients for her latest creation. "Yes, Ferryboys. Bring Oren to its knees for it is a bastardisation of what it once was. The true Oren died with Augustus, Aurelius, Antonius and Peter." A long sigh escaped the former privy councilor, who glanced back to the bottle of black hair dye and knife that sat behind her. A gloved hand ran over her lengthy white braid, as though bidding it a proper goodbye. "I think it is time for a ghost of the Empire's past to make a resurgence... Maybe.. Though perhaps I'll keep the white for just a little longer... After all, I'd hate to leave loose ends untied on this one.. Unfinished work is sloppy work... And sloppy work is bad for business."

A certain alchemist elf with a fondness for explosions and revolution rubbed her gloved hands together, letting go of a sinister snicker.

Valindra's brows furrowed, though soon she found herself grinning wickedly as she began to search around for her leftover coin and betting book. She also retrieved some old scarves, mittens and hats that she would have someone decorate so she could sell child fighter merchandise. The elfess almost salivated at the potential for great profits to be made off of the exchanging of blows from child to child.

{A certain elf's player was quick to click on this link to await the Crumena-posting. As a veteran, she found endless enjoyment in the tomfoolery afoot.} Valindra hummed as the notice reached her in the midst of an investigation she was conducting. She adjusted her monocle and detective's cap. "You know what the Augustians used to say? 'When in doubt, inbreed it out!'"

Raising the minimum age at which you can apply to 18 would be controversial at best and feels much more like a punishment to the victims while catering more to the creeps. If anything it would show a level of acceptance and unwillingness to resolve the issue in a way favorable to those who have been on the receiving end of grooming and similar issues. Remember, the groomers are the criminals, not the minors.

A more proactive approach is definitely needed and a video, face to face emphasizes the seriousness of the situation. Behind every screen is a person and every person behind that screen should feel safe when engaging with the LOTC community. It is due to the waiting game played by staff that that these situations often create a snowball effect, making issues become much more prominent and known to the community while they try to cover them up. Many of the future victims of groomers would likely not be victims if procedure for these matters was dealt with with a much heavier hand earlier on. This will probably be a tough pill to swallow for player and staff alike but it needs to be done. To me it feels like lotc is only one step up from simply tolerating grooming behavior at the moment. No player should feel unsafe from issues stemming from or directly linked to what is supposed to be a place to relax. LOTC is supposed to be a community that helps ease the stress of OOC players yet it very much seems as though the opposite is being done quite often. Lil addition: Respect, Treshure. Takes a lot to speak out like that. I hope this is a turning point for LOTC for all the right reasons. Edit Number 2, a statement from Captain Obvious: I should not need to add this, but not only is it a violation of the rules, but grooming and actions of a similar nature are completely illegal and quite frankly, disgusting. Actions that manipulate and exploit anyone to the point that their own safety is compromised should not simply be observed. These events can be traumatic and leave lasting impacts on a person's wellbeing. You wouldn't just watch if you saw this happen in real life. You wouldn't try to brush someone's criminal acts under the rug- that in itself is a crime. You probably did so to try in vain to stop the server's reputation from slipping. Now you have to do the opposite to dig it out of the hole created.

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Username: Moribundity The Jar you want: Magic Jar Character's Name: Valindra Char's Race: High elf Front & Back images of the skin: I’ll send you my namemc but I also have art references that I’ll send to you over discord! ( Morigung-oog#8519 in case I can’t find you)

Somewhere an old Okarir sighed upon reading the notice from her home elsewhere. Clicking her tongue akin to a disapproving parent, she returned to drafting up her plans. ”A pity that the ‘thill are too busy pointing fingers and making use of childish punishments to notice the voidal hollow on their doorstep.” Valindra frowned as she glanced over to the bottles of liquid mana she was stockpiling in her house. ”I was the only person keeping the state from falling, and then when Orinmon stepped in, he seemingly shot himself in the foot much like I did. Our patience and hard work was rewarded with naught but abuse.”

Based. +1

“Disgusting, Othelu must be turning in his grave.” Uttered a former Okarir from her new home, an environment where she felt at ease and surrounded by friends. “It seems my choice to leave was the correct one.”

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Somewhere, an elfess's ears flicked for no particular reason other than playful spite. Even so, she read the open letter further, finding that her Mother In-law spoke more sense than even the 'wisest' of Elves in every nation combined. In a rather well-known move of the elfess, she went to pin a copy of this letter to her fridge.

Looks even better now it's finished. Super impressed. Absolutely gorgeous writing and formatting. +1

An awesome feat that definitely needs a place in the LOTC universe. +1 billion

"Huh, kind of looks like Wyrvun.. They have hated the 'fenn two in the past." An elf mused from a remote location, sipping from a glass of fine red. "Two birds, one stone? Nice."

From somewhere, an elf, much akin to a proud parent, gave a joyful little sniffle as she saw her old Valah pal's propaganda. "I'm not crying, there's just some pollen in my eye!" She snapped to her karin, who she had decided to take on a walk with her. The large feline casually strolled beside her, giving her an almost doubtful look even though it was an animal and could not understand her. And so, the 'aheral continued on her stroll through the frozen North... ...Where there was next to no pollen...

As soon as the elf read over this, a huge snort of disgust erupted from her, followed by cold, arrogant laughter. "This writer is starting to sound like a Rozanian with their butchered, bastardized form of the Canonist faith. The sooner humanity accepts any old elf that wanders in off the streets, the sooner we get to racial interbreeding and a big disguisting half elven mutt baby boom. Back in the day, we mali had to prove ourselves worthy of respect, which made it far more satisfying when we were occasionally accepted into human society as even just residents." Grumbled the elfess, clicking my tongue. "I'll tell you now, my privy council position back in Carolustadt was far more substantial because I was the first elven woman to sit upon such and worked far harder than this generation of elven freeloaders to get to where I was and am today." Throwing up her arms in frustration, she rolled her eyes, though then a broad smirk thinned out her lips. "But maybe there's an underlying motive for criticizing the valah.. Is he trying to turn Oren into New-Sutica?"

"Yes, Feodor!" An elf cheered from afar, having been rooting for her longtime friend for years now.

IGN: Moribundity RP NAME: Valindra Somewhere, a certain elf caught wind of a raffle and decided to track down Jace to grab herself a ticket. After receiving such, her lips curled into a frown as she wondered if there was any way she could influence her own luck.

Somewhere, a recovering mali caught wind of the unrest within Elysium. She sat in her bed located in a keep far, far away, mentally exhausted and emotionally broken. For the first time in days, she sat up, her weary gaze panning around the interior of her room, and with a grunt, she slowly stood. Her limbs ached and it took her some time to dress and rid the sleep from her mind, but when she finally did, she reached a gloved hand out, fastening her belt around her waist with carried with it a sheathed sword. “It looks like it’s time for me to step in.” Noted she, weaving her silvery locks into her signature braid and sending a nod to her two Karin who were curled up in the corner of the room before beginning the long journey south.