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  1. BROTHERHOOD OF THE BOAR <===========================================================> <===========================================================> Great threats require great men. On occasion, greater threats require groups of significant, motivated men to mitigate them effectively. In a Realm under threat, it is critical that an element with capable assets and defined methods and objectives manifest. This group of men will operate in denied areas, in hostile conditions, to hunt the enemy behind his lines, kill his ringleaders, burn his home, and degrade his center of gravity to expedite his fall. In a crisis, good men don't rise to their expectations, but fall to the level of their training. In a well-planned surgical war with a righteous cause, they will do both. Find us on the front lines, whence sand torments and camels prance. If you reach us in one piece, you’re able bodied and quick-witted enough for us. We don’t take kindly to the inane, obscure and the unholy. [!] The Missive ends in the display of two sigils: That of an Ouroboros, and that of a Boar. [This faction operates under a strict PK clause.]
  2. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Kivdrona ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Years have passed since the coronation of Kivdrona’s forlorn king, and the catastrophic incident wrought by Dr. Chelka and his alchemical horrors. Stray lengths of rotting intestines, dried viscera and trails of blood still drench the Main Square’s streets, where a three headed monstrosity about the size of a leopard lowers two of its heads to sup upon a bloody puddle. The other perched its disfigured beak and beady eyes in vigilance, under the watchful shadow of the strangely pristine statue built upon the center of the Square: a crowned child riding a camel. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ The City has since been considered off limits by anyone with sense, allowing the mutated, former denizens of Kivdrona to fester and grow in their hunger. The city seems to have been evacuated entirely, with a good number of the surviving folk still barely trying to make by within the refugee camp outside Kivdrona’s walls. . . .Still, rumors spell of vague sightings near and within the fallen City. Those brave enough to scout Kivdrona ánd return in one piece have reported sightings of Descendant folk still fighting on the front lines and scraping by through means of scavenging and ruthless efficiency– Trying to keep the aberrant monstrosities busy so as to prevent a hungry exodus in search for more prey. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Conversely, there have also been sightings of masked plague doctors thought to signify an active presence on behalf of The Chelka Institute in spite of the “Doctor’s” apparent death. Any entrance within the Institute or Academy seems to remain tightly sealed, though. . . ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Refugees speak of mountains of treasure to be found within the Cursed City, be it within the kingly coffers of the Lord’s Tower, Sneed’s Cathedral, the rich folk’s ruined houses or somewhere deep under Kivdrona. Others speak of even greater things to be found. These folk tales may be rich in embellishment, but Kivdrona was left in a hurry to say the least, so perhaps there may be a smidgen of truth to them. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ It is up to you to see. But be forewarned, for the road is perilous and wrought with man-made horrors beyond our comprehension. . . . [OOC] A few rules to keep in mind when venturing within Kivdrona: [If you wish to venture within Kivdrona or just explore the refugee camp outside the city and interact with NPC’s, chuck me a message in-game or through Discord. Alternatively, join the Kivdrona Discord server and ping me there for an interaction. Click here for invite: https://discord.gg/9k8meTeVXY]
  3. A Coronation for the Aeons! -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- In honor of The Kivdronan Crown, Coordinated with the assistance of a generous sponsorship on behalf of The Chelka Institute, And secured by Captain Glanton List’s finest officers at duty, All ye people of the land are hereby invited to the Grand advent of Prince Tristan’s coronation as the rightful ruler seating the throne of Kivdrona. As our new dutiful monarch, His Grace shall lead our efforts towards preserving the new age of technology and prosperity our people have had the grace to indulge in. The Coronation shall be held on Saturn's Day, the 9th of The Month of the Fool at Sundown within City Square. [Saturday, April 9th at 7pm EST] The festivities shall culminate into a Grand Ball held in the Lord’s Tower wherein any bearing an official invitation may attend. Invitations shall be handed out personally within the following saint’s days, delivered by Couriers garbed in vestments resembling the Kivdronan heraldry. We must remind Descendant-kind that these Couriers are under protection of the Kivdronan Crown, and any attempt to hinder their quest or steal their items is thereby direly frowned upon.
  4. -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- WANTED Undercity Gangster, alias 'Shank' REWARD - 1000 minas DEAD or ALIVE -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- By royal decree of Kivdrona's Regency, Approved by Captain Glanton List of Kivdrona's City Watch, Officialized by Deputy Haverty Trunt of Kivdrona's City Watch, We hereby announce a bounty in the name of a criminal we could only identify as 'Shank'. He is wanted for a number of offenses, including Mass scale opium distribution, Assault, Battery, Destruction of public property, Criminal Incitement and several counts of Murder of the first degree. He holds criminal reign over the Undercity's cartels, and is speculated to have played a part in the recent massacre wrought by yet unidentified vagrants within the city's bazaar. Culprit is known to possess a fake, glass eye in his right socket. Other witness accounts describe him as a red-maned ginger with long, shaggy hair and a hare's lip. A rough sketch is provided above. Successful apprehension of culprit and subsequent delivery of him (or his head) to Kivdrona's Guard Barracks near the Square will be rewarded with 1000 minas as compensation for your service.
  5. -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- An opium den somewhere in Kivdrona's Undercity. -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- Another tragedy has struck Kivdrona! From within the Undercity, a yet unidentified band of ne'er-do-wells has been siphoning steady batches of synthesized Opium to sell among the local populace! Often sealed and sold in bags and smoked with the help of a pipe, this stupefying tranquilizer comes in the shape of a black, putty-like substance which looks much like hashish, though it packs a much harder punch! It seems that the average Kivdronan dwelling among the impoverished castes of the Outskirts and Undercity has quickly taken a liking to the newly peddled drug, perhaps in an effort to distract themselves from the wanton loss caused by the devastating sickness Dr. Chelka now promises to cure. The Church of the Fifth Scroll admonishes both accessing Mr. Chelka's treatments and consuming the juice of the Poppy as material vices, which seek to stray believers from the grace of the coming Ark. Alas, we live in a material world; and material problems require material solutions! Meanwhile, one would find themselves increasingly uneasy whenever venturing within the scattered, torn rampants of the Undercity or Outskirts on account of increased social distress.
  6. [!] A sinister congregation of Penitents clad in a variety of white, black or gray-coloured capirotes exit the Cathedral of the Fifth Scroll on a scorching hot day and scramble deep within the City-State of Kivdrona, pinning neat missives transcribed in carefully stylized letters. They leave as quick as they came. Upon closer inspection, each missive reads the following: “To whomsoever has the eyes to see or ears to hear, I, Son to my Father above, bear a prophecy and a plea towards the unwitting subjects of Vargengotz residing within Savoy. I was praying on the Lord’s day when My Father sought it fitting to reveal to me a vision. To my horrifying dismay, I recount it vividly to this very moment. It was that of a great storm, which came to swallow the cesspit which you call home. Above it stood the Great Wyrm, Vargengotz; conjuring hail in preparation for the times to come; for GOD’s impending, righteous fury and the Apotheosis to follow. [!] A crude sketch depicts the Wyrm's head in the supposed vision. Truly, is this a sign of how the sinning world of Mankind crumbles in its last dying days… Though the faithful and self-repentant of our flock shouldn’t worry, for GOD is righteous, and the destruction of this world shall pave the way to come towards our Ark. To the Virtuous, this is merely confirmation of my Father’s Prophecy and the times to come. The rest shall wallow in a demise fitting of their sinful ways. . .Starting with Savoy. You have been warned. Signed, Joseph Nikolaus Sneed, Fifth Exalted and Son of Man.”
  7. Awh shit i just flooded lotc twitter

  8. Reminder! Championship and Coronation festivities in Kivdrona begin in approx. 1 hour. Feel free to swing by if you wish to visit the city and/or attend the festival!

  9. [!] Parchments are posted on poles and notice boards alike all around the City-State of Kivdrona, depicting a neat transcription which reads the following: "To anyone versed in the subject, whether man of the cloth, seer, hexer or sell-sword: I have recently overseen the acquisition of an abandoned keep lying just outside our City's walls. The buyer seemed pleased about the old, abandoned fort's general state despite its faults, and even mentioned his plans for a renovation. Anyhow, dusk fell upon us by the time we reached the fort on horseback. By the time I was done showing the client around, the pale moon dimly illuminated a dark sky. The client was an outsider and I felt bad for him to be perfectly frank, so I offered to pay him a room at the Prancing Camel. I was surprised to witness him asking if he could spend a night in the old fort instead. Said he'd warm himself up to it, since he was about to buy it anyway. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a done deal. So, I allowed him to spend the night in that old fort. Went back to town to celebrate in the meantime, as the acquisition's price was quite hefty. Worst financial decision of my life. I spent most of my money in the Camel that night, knowing I would get my share from the purchase of the fort soon. 'Lo and behold, that purchase never even occurred! Instead I had a panicked client come over to my house in the brink of morning, pale as snow, to tell me of a ghastly apparition which occured in the keep that last night! I laughed, of course. But the client didn't. Nor did he laugh when he said a shadowy figure clad in dark robes overwhelmed his faculties in his sleep! He did laugh when he went on to say he would refuse to complete the payment and acquisition the home for as long as the otherworldly corrupts his hearth, though. But I didn't. So, in light of this dreary circumstance, I call upon any deeming themselves well-versed enough in the subject of spiritism to help me solve this issue AS SOON AS POSSIBLE ! A hefty reward in the 3 digits of minae awaits the potential vanquisher of this phantasm, to be bartered upon initial contact with the Independent Contractor (which is me!). You may find me during working hours at my Realtor's Office in town square. Signed, Saul, Real-Estate Mogul and Entrepreneur." ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙
  10. 1st Kivdronan Colosseum Championship In honor of Tristan Barnaby, future Warden of Kivdrona. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hear ye, hear ye! All fighters of the realm! Pledge thine eyes to this inscription! For, in jubilant celebration of Prince Tristan’s upcoming coronation, the fighting pits of our Colosseum shall open to any seeking to pledge themselves worthy before the realm! A Championship is thereby announced ‘midst the festivities! It shall consist of a maximum of five participants, who shall prove their mettle in the Colosseum in three separate stages to the ends of Victory. . . or Death! The WINNER shall receive an ornate Kivdronan Championship Belt along the title of “Kivdrona’s Champion”, and shall henceforth maintain the title until losing it to a fellow gladiator in the arena in any future Championships (If the Champion wishes to retire, he shall keep the title as an honorary attribute of his past glory). Such a commendation is sure to inspire both admiration and dread within the hearts of Kivdronan ladies and gentlemen alike! Additionally, House Barnaby has pledged to offer the WINNER free property to inhabit within Kivdrona, alongside a victor’s pot from their very own coffers equating to 1 0 0 0 minas! On top of that, a well-received sponsorship on behalf of The Chelka Institute ltd.'s Archeological Alumni Division has assured us a much-prized relic to bet on the line! Indeed, what we could only name the fabled “Sword of Actuation” has been found in one of the antediluvian sites uncovered around the area surrounding our Jewel in the Sands, Kivdrona! Recovered in pristine condition from a sacred altar of yore built by hands long forgotten by the annals of recorded history, this sword's symbol-inscribed mettle is said to cut through even spells wrought from the void! The LOSERS shall receive the opportunity to mend their mortal wounds FOR FREE at the hands of the most proficient and sanitary medical staff at Chelka Institute ltd.’s facilities. If debilitated beyond repair, any deceased LOSER cadavers shall also receive the privilege of our arena’s FREE mortuary services! This is a one time offer and death comes to all, so why won’t you assure yourself a dignified resting place and a glorious end all in one fell swoop?! Just keep these rules in mind when the time comes to fight: -> NO magickal spells, enchantments, trinkets, scrolls, elixirs, or otherwise odd supernatural malformations are allowed within the Colosseum during the Championship! -> All conscripted contestants shall be stripped of their equipment before entering the arena, and given a choice to pick between a variety of mundane weapons in an arsenal provided by the Colosseum itself. -> There are a maximum of FIVE contestants to take up the roles of Gladiators in the upcoming Championship. The runner-ups shall be decided by whoever the first five to sign up are, so if you’re interested, apply posthaste! -> NO betting against oneself and voluntarily losing the Championship! Interested in Fightin’? Then file out this form below the missive, and seek out a man named “Flint” near the arena during the festivities. OOC IGN: Discord: ---------------- IC Name: Race: Is there any cause, code, brotherhood or institution which you wish to support or otherwise represent in your fight for the Champion’s Belt?: Interested in Spectatin’, Bettin’, or otherwise enjoying the coronation and the festivities? Then take the cart to the south hub and hire a camel ride to Kivdrona post haste! ((The Event shall occur on Saturday, the 5th of March 2022 at 7pm EST)) ((The Event will be CRP Only))
  11. [!] Missives are posted over notice boards and pinned on walls alike within the confines of the City in the Sands, Kivdrona. They read the following: "To all ye GOD's fearful, D'ye not weep, to see your dead desecrated in such a manner?! For, I tell ye, a horrid and four-legged menace, big as a barn, lurks within Kivdrona's graveyard each night, swallowing the plague-bound cadavers inside the death pits whole! Naught but a bloody mess left of their decrepit flesh and bone! GOD knows I've tried ta' reach the Clergy for help. They dinnae respond, they did! The guardsmen are too busy stacking bodies 'midst the plagued, so I turn to any who will offer. I've not much ta' pay, but I've plenty gathered over last winter and a good tongue fa' barter. Rid me of this fork-tailed Daevil, an' I will pay ye roun' the three digits in minae! Find me at'e Prancing Camel. Signed, Archibald, Gravetender." ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙
  12. Kivdrona ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Kivdrona is an event site and project we’ve been working on since mid july of last year. It started off as a bunch of ruins resettled by tents with NPCs giving out quests, and what we had in mind was to oversee the development of a dynamic NPC settlement which would react and adapt to the choices and actions (or lack thereof) of the Player Characters interacting with it. For example, a bunch of players helping the settlers rid themselves of a monster problem or clear out a trade route facilitated growth and allowed Kivdrona to build and expand, whereas lack of attention given to a bandit bounty led to a major building burning down in a continuous string of raids which stopped once the marauders were taken care of. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Since then, Kivdrona came a long way from its days as a shoddy frontier town and is now to be considered a city in itself. Numerous events and countless hours of rp led to this moment, and you are welcome to add to them in any way which your character deems fit by visiting the city and interacting with the players, NPCs and overarching storyline surrounding it. Your character may even acquire accommodation in Kivdrona either by renting a room at The Prancing Camel inn, or by acquiring an apartment through a private realtor at an admittedly larger, albeit one-off sum. Should you wish, you could even join certain factions or enterprises within the city to pay off your crippling medical debts from getting mortally wounded in a previous adventure and hauled off to the Chelka Co. Clinic for whatever they called “Reinstatement and Recovery”. You can vandalize and assault and potentially be jailed for it, or you can volunteer to be a guardsman. It's really your choice how you wanna interact with Kivdrona. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ You may be coming over to Kivdrona to pick up a bounty or quest, to commit crimes, to start a business, or simply just to get pissed drunk and gather gossip at the local tavern. Either way, you’ll be interacting with a narrative environment which will treat your character’s actions as granted and provide appropriate and engaging roleplay in return. That being said, here are a few rules of conduct to keep in mind when venturing within “The Promised Land”: 1. Kivdrona is a soft-pk encounter area. What this means for players is that should their character die during any encounters, events or ETC, they will not be able to return as that character until such a time that their characters are either revived for that eventline through encounters with it or we’ve declared a chapter / act / plotline resolved and have refreshed all soft PKs. - Unlike stock deaths, Soft PKd characters have no memories of the eventline. Period. This is to prevent lackluster metagaming. 2. Kivdrona is not a free observation area. Come IC or don’t come at all. The region will have entry flags with a minor message. If you're there in MC, you're there IRP! 3. If you don’t have it on you in MC, you don’t have it on you IRP. No excuses. This extends to potions, magical items, healing materials, etc etc etc. If you’re going to use it, have it in your inventory and properly signed as needed. Thanks. 4. Seeing as Kivdrona is an event site ran under the supervision of the ST, lack of tile affiliations allow for much more mobility when it comes to allowing the Players to IRPly interact with the structural elements around them. Regardless, any such interactions should be undergone under the supervision of an ST overseeing over the eventline. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Overall, if you wish to IRPly interact with Kivdrona in any way, please message either of the STs involved within the eventline. Although you can reach us through in-game means as well, we would prefer you use our ping-ticket format to contact us, which can be found in the Kivdrona Discord server. You can also use the server to stay updated on any upcoming events in Kiv or just to chat with other players interacting with the eventline. Click here to join! And see you on the front lines.. CREDITS: The Crew: @zchronik- almightysaucer @Ford - Jahsee @ScreamingDingo - ScreamingDingo @Temp - RancidHound :* Me The Builders: Breadstick- Did some wonderful terrain detailing and helped us a whole bunch along the road! ItsNiru: Accomplished a whole bunch of intricate and magnificent interior detailing. Also worked on Colosseum alongside VoxyNoir. VoxyNoir: If the World Team hasn’t pinpointed this guy yet, they should. He’d be a wonderful addition, and a fast worker. The Contributors: RocketHaul Frajuuk DannyERP
  13. Entry 6 Passage On Huggers Journal of the Hexer: Sighard of Halstaig 21st of The Deep Cold, 1640 [Although the origins of this old, ice-glazed journal are a mystery, its barely legible contents reveal an entry dated as far back as late Axios.] It has been two months since the Incident; Hatchet broke through the Inner Gates and had his shit-stained marauders set fire to our compound. We had to rout, and lost Vicelin in the process. Viktor ran into the burning building after him immediately, and followed in Vic's footsteps. Two Marked, both seasoned-- lost at the hands of renegade Courlanders and snot-faced marauders. . . The rest, in tow. Such is life in this freezing, god forsaken shit-hole. I often think about how we trudged here voluntarily, like some breast-pumped knights with peas for brains and death wishes. We couldn't have known it would end like this, nay. . . But we've all signed up for this the day we were branded, I suppose. Jin and I made for the outskirts immediately, so as to redirect our efforts at another incursion; but when I mentioned it he turned those ever-sneering eyes to me and promptly said he's never stepping foot in Mordskov again, and that he's going back to Cathant. Bartholomew is gone. Alfred and Renuald have both gone A.W.O.L somewhere in that accursed Cathedral. Can't blame the ***** for compromising. Two canisters left for my respirator. Thanium smog's thick-- getting thicker, unless I'm just seeing things. Shit, I'd leave as well, in his place. I could do it right now. . . let Avenel and his chumps take over. . . . Bah. Gotta get Vic's kid. Entry 7 [!] A crude sketch of a Mordskovian Hugger. . . . Emission inbound. Not much time to write, but I got myself stuck in this shit-shack to wait the storm over. I'm hit. Managed to climb the defunct ravine rafters in the outskirts and narrowly avoid an encounter with one of those armored abominations. A woman helped me; not sure how she found herself this close to the walls with her innards intact. Not to matter. Huggers were prowling the treeline on the road leading up to the gateway. We didn't have much time. They sniffed us out fast on account of having ran out of fresh prey in the city. Blood-starved and pitch as black, with the same lanky ass, claw-lined limbs and razor edged teeth I remember seeing before. Only difference now was their overwhelming numbers. Didn't have much to do, so I maimed the girl's leg with my longsword and made a run for it. Left her for bait. Heard the cracks of bone and tissue as the first one got to her. Bah. Compromises. As I was reaching the gates, I turned to notice one of them run past his feasting brethren and charge directly towards me, discarding the bait. It ran with incredible speed, showcasing a string of erratic movements which immediately reminded me of that skinwalker we took on in Adelburg sum' years back-- had me bedridden in Halstaig for half a year, that one. Luckier this time, but I still got hit. ***** took me by surprise and slashed its talons at my thigh. Went straight through tanned leather, fabric and chainmail in a single swing. Without even feeling the wound, I countered in a drug-fueled rush. Cut off its arm. Then its foot, from the knee down. Used to tackle the ones in Oakshade all the same-- Its good to target limbs when handling lanky bastards like these. Anyhow, I immediately rushed for the gateway before any brotherly support could befall the crippled monstrosity. Sure as hell feeling it now that the quartz dust's worn off. Got a big ass gash on my leg which has me move like a ******* cripple once more. Stash is nearly all finished and I'm out of concoctions, so I've got 'naught to treat the pain with besides a quarter of an 8 ball of fisstech. Storm is calming, which means the emission is nearly done and over with. I'll have to push on then; limp towards the keep and hope to whatever God which deigns to look over this snow-caked shite-hole that I ain't spotted. Compromises. Always gotta compromise in this place. ****.
  14. It's pure karma in the long run bro. People who RP utterly fearless individuals tend to forget that fear is a subconscious drive that keeps you alive. The instinctual hesitation from throwing your life away, which these people lack the brain cells to emulate, is what usually gets their characters killed in most of their adventurous incursions. I mean, there's only so many witty comments you can make before said thug/terrorist cuts your throat in annoyance. Once you realize this, it never stops being fun seeing a foolishly courageous descendant die via stupidity and pop straight into the cloud temple for the 10th time today. One day, they'll surely all learn though...right?
  15. Repent! Repent! The end times are coming!

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      I'm not world team so no.

  16. [!] As you trek the stone-paven roads of Almaris towards your destination, you begin to hear faint drums and litanies intermixed with groans and wails of pain. Soon enough, your sight heralds a sinister confraternity of penitents. They intersect with you on their pilgrimage. Many ignore you in their trance, though a few take a moment to touch your shoulder in passing-- uttering prayers in your name and strange invitations to join them in their travels towards a Promised City: <======================================================> ✙THE PENITENTS OF THE 5TH SCROLL✙ <======================================================> In the plains they prowl with sweat soaked and oft-bloodied skin gleaming through their white garbs, capirotes around their heads. They wield their long whips, weaved with glass shards and nails or other sharp things and others bear crosses. They mutter endless litanies, wandering aimlessly in droves in search for one unfortunate enough to incur the wrath of their insane zealotry. They move in large groups of twenty or more, shuffling for leagues through the sand with their whips repeatedly cracking upon themselves. When tired, they amass at the oasis and bathe, eat and sleep in the reeds or pontificate over theology. Townsfolk claim they are simply pilgrims who have lost their minds to some kind of masochistic ecstasy in response from their flagellation, but the parish believe it is self-inflicted penance for grave sins they have committed. Talking to them is difficult, but possible. Throughout the seemingly insane repetitive verses and prayers are interspersed glimpses at their reasoning-- Something about the stars aligning, a labyrinth… A prophet and a Son. Often, an experienced eye may spot a standard, or scraps of a uniform that are familiar. Men formerly of Oren, Luciensburg, and other canonist strongholds. They are from far and wide, yet amass here, the frontier. ...Will you join them? <======================================================> <======================================================> Name: Discord: Do you accept the Son of Man into your heart? [this implies agreeing to a strict PK clause!]:
  17. "F-. . . F-Forgith.. . .'Em. . .FadrrRrrR. . . . Fth 'ey 'AaAth Shin'd. . .. " [!] A tongue-less voice begs in prayer, within the silent confines of its sanctuary.
  18. [!] A tattered scroll is handed to YOU by an unnamed, sun-scorched peasant of humble lineage. He smiles to you and solemnly crosses the Lorraine, before going on his way. As he paces off, he makes sure to narrowly avoid a passing ornate carriage, in light of the recent news regarding the condemnation of peasantry at the hands of blue-blooded ilk. Meanwhile, you unseal the scroll out of curiosity, revealing the following: <=> 5: SCROLL OF RENEWAL <=> Anonymous Foreword As opposed to the Flexio in which the original Holy Scrolls were written and augmented, this tattered scribbling has been scribed, copied and distributed in nothing but the Common tongue of Men. Although this fact alone is enough to dispute its originality, its contents bear a grim addition to the Holy Scrolls nonetheless, as well as promises of rejuvenation amidst a world of avarice. It is passed around amongst the downtrodden folk, the peasants and rabble- those of hard life and empty pockets. History The Scroll of Renewal was reportedly written by the hands of Apostles of the Fifth Scroll, a Canonist sect of which the followers attempted their best to reiterate the visions imparted unto Exalted Joseph, Son of Man by His Incorporeal Father during his lone pilgrimage to the Promised Land of Kivdrona. The sect itself spawned amidst the refugees of Luciensburg in the year 33 of the Second Age, following the city-state’s takeover and subsequent annihilation at the hands of Ratiki forces. (1) Revelations of Hope [1] The Revelation of Joseph Nikolaus Sneed, which GOD gave unto him, to relay unto his disciples things which shall come to pass; and he sent and signified it by his Spirit unto his brother John: [2] Who bare record of the word of GOD, and of the testimony of Joseph Sneed, and of all wisdoms imparted onto him. [3] Blessed is he that readeth, and heareth the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand. [4] John to the churches which are in Almaris: Grace be unto you, and peace, from Him which is, and which was, and which is to come; and from the Seven Spirits which are before His throne; [5] And from Joseph Sneed, who is the faithful witness, and the last of the Exalted, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loves us, and washes us from our sins. Such is the long lost meaning of Holy Communion. [6] And hath made us kings and priests unto GOD and His Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. [7] Behold, he cometh with mirrors; and every eye shall see him Mounting Horen’s Throne, and they also which doubt him: and all descendants of the first four Exalted shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen. [8] I am, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty. [9] I John, who also am your brother, and companion in tribulation, and in the kingdom and patience of Joseph Sneed, was at the foot of the prophesied Ark, for the word of GOD, and for the testimony of the Son of Man. [10] I was praying on the Lord's day, and heard behind me a great voice amidst cymbals and trumpets; [11] Saying, I am: and, What thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven churches which are in Almaris; unto Vasiyeva, and unto Providence, and unto Dobrov, and unto New Esbec, and unto Redenford, and unto Cordoba, and unto Du Loc. [12] And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw a crowned Aengul upon a camel; [13] And beside him one like the Son of Man, clothed with a black garment down to the foot, and draped by bright light. [14] His head and his face were surrounded by brilliance, brighter than the daylight sky; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; [15] And his feet rejuvenated the earth, as if they kissed it with GOD’s grace; and his voice calmed the mind. [16] And he had in his right hand the Scroll of Renewal, and in his left seven candles and out of his mouth went two sharp double edged swords: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. [17] And when I saw him, I fell at his feet and prayed. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, “Fear not; I am your redeemer: [18] I am he that heareth, and was heard; and, behold, I wrote our hope upon the firmament for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of Void and of Death. [19] Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter; [20] The mystery of the Scroll which thou sawest in my right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks. The seven stars are the Aenguls of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.“ [21] And so he revealed himself to me, and his Word further bequeathed: “Whoever denies me among the Children of Horen, I will also deny him before the staircase to the Seven Skies and before my Father above them. DO NOT ASSUME THAT I HAVE COME TO BRING PEACE TO THE EARTH; I’VE COME NOT TO BRING PEACE, BUT A SWORD. FOR I HAVE COME TO TURN A SON AGAINST HIS FATHER, A DAUGHTER AGAINST HER MOTHER, A DAUGHTER IN LAW AGAINST HER MOTHER IN LAW. Such is my Word, so as Exalted Godfrey foresaw! Such is the Way to enact Virtue upon a ROTTEN REALM!“ (2) Revelations of Auspice [1] The Ark shall be pregnant to those which mar the land. Owyn’s flame flickers, to carve a path to the Promised Land. [2] Three spires of light shall break the world about them. The spears shall converge when the moon turns red, and seed what cometh; [3] Ishtar shall ascend from its depths, and Void cometh with him. He bears the heraldry of the Unholy Putrid, and spreads pollution and pestilence beyond the realm of Man. [4] Amongst Descendant ilk, Vargengotz rises. The tabards of worldly nations, strewn about the Wyrm’s long body, blatantly uncover the vain materiality of their simulacra! [5] And so the children of GOD are stuck upon themselves, and retreat in the confines of their Cities; thereby destroying GOD’s Garden day by day. [6] And the nobles of this world retreat into their Pride-- and wage “holy” war against their meek servants, peasants and labourers. [7] But revel, Children of Horen! Revel, Children of GOD! For the meek are blessed and gentle! And from the ashes of the Titans, the meek shall inherit the Earth! So has the Word of My Father rendered unto me! [8] By My Father’s own decree, Urguan and Sigismund shall strike down Ishtar! [9] By My Father’s own decree, Malin and Godfrey shall strike down Vargengotz! [10] By My Father’s own decree, Krug and Owyn shall strike down the unshackled Void itself! Iblees shall whimper beneath their Holy Conquest! [11] By decree of My Own, the world shall be engulfed by Waves as the cosmic battle of the Virtuous unfolds! [12] Ishtar’s pollution shall drive the impure from their cesspits-- into reality, where they may find their Virtue once more! [13] Vargengotz’s heraldry shall burn in flames, as the Children of GOD realize the folly of their simulacra, and prepare to fight for a better world! [14] The lies of Iblees shall fade with time; for even Saul cannot ripen the fruits of heresy without an encampment in which to do so! [15] Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent. [16] He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of GOD, and besides my Throne. [17] To him that overcometh, will I give space upon the Holy Ark uncontested; to stand the purifying waters, and populate the World anew! (3) Revelations of Paradise [1] After the Flood, the Virtuous remnants looked; and, behold, a door was opened in The Seven Skies: and the first voice which they heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with them; which said: “Come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter.” [2] And immediately they were in the Spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in the Seventh Sky, and ONE sat on the throne. [3] And He that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald. [4] And under the throne were four seats: and upon the seats I saw four elders sitting, clothed in white raiment; and they had on their heads crowns of gold. [5] And out of the throne proceeded lightnings and thunderings and voices: and there were seven lamps of fire burning before the throne, which are the seven Spirits of GOD. [6] And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind. [7] And the first beast had a face as a Man, and the second beast had a face as a Lion, with flaming swords in stead of curls lining its mane, and the third beast like a Calf, and the fourth beast was like a flying double-headed Eagle. [8] And the four beasts had each of them six wings about Him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord GOD Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come. [9] And when those beasts give glory and honour and thanks to Him that sat on the throne, who liveth for ever and ever, [10] The four Exalted fall down before Him that sat on the throne, and worship Him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying, [11] Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and were created. (4) Revelations of The Son [1] And I saw in the right hand of Him that sat on the throne a book written within and on the backside, sealed with seven seals. [2] And I saw the Aengul Tetel proclaiming with a loud voice: “Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof?” [3] And no Descendant in the skies, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the book, nor to look thereon. [4] And I wept much, because no Man, Elf, Dwarf or Orc was found worthy to open and to read the book, nor to look thereon. [5] And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Mercurial Prophet of the tribe of Joren, the Root of Horen, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof. [6] And I beheld, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Serpent as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of GOD sent forth into all the earth. [7] And he came and took the book out of the right hand of Him that sat upon the throne. [8] And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four elders fell down before the Serpent, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints. [9] And they sung a new song, saying: “Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to GOD by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; [10] For thou hast seen Death and Void, and came back renewed, [11] And hast made us unto our GOD kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.” [12] And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many Aenguls round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; [13] Saying with a loud voice: ”Worthy is the Snake that was slain by own volition to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing”. [14] And every creature which is in the skies, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I, brother of yours and companion in tribulations, saying: “Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Son for ever and ever.” [15] And the four beasts said: “Amen”. And the four elders fell down and worshipped Him that liveth for ever and ever, with Son at His ethereal and magnificent side.
  19. [!] Another note is hastily scribed, copied and pinned to the aforementioned bounty missives. It reads as such: "Blasted be the wrath of the Unholy Putrid! Blasted be the sloth of the sellswords of this realm! In GOD, we have found purpose! Her Magnificence is gone, and our offer with her! This bounty is hereby defunct! Hear ye, hear ye! -Signed- Richard de Wit, Former Knight and Loyal Man of GOD."
  20. ~☨~ EXODUS ~☨~ [!] The toxic fumes surrounding the horizon of Luciensburg herald the gruesome sight of the former settlement's decrepit wasteland. Ever since the odd convergence between the three beams protruding from behind the City's walls, the chaos ensued left nothing but pestilence in the air and dread in the hearts of everyone witnessing it. Not even the Blackhide Vermins could remain amidst the lung-scorching air for the time being, instead choosing to leave behind a ruined city and a sealed hole reaching down to the caverns they deem home once more. [!] The faint sound of a bell resounds from over yonder, as an increasing amount of the cursed city's refugees gather around the Chapel by the crossroads nearby their camps. The humdrum would slowly die down as they set for the road south in droves, led by a man grasping a Shephard's cane. Nearly three quarters of the entire former encampment leaves alongside the man, as he steadily leads them towards the coast lines of Almaris with a strange glint in his eyes. From the Chapel's tower, a bald, sinewy man without a shirt watches the traveling flock disperse with a bright smile. He turns around to meet the gaze of a loyal remnant, who hands him a T.A.C. Mask with a redstone-powered filter. They soon made way back inside the Chapel, to go on with their business. After all, it is widely known that the idle hands are the work of Iblees!
  21. [!] Deep within a cave, the broad, scar-ridden back of a sand-skinned figure lumbers as it slouches over. Faint traces of light fight their way through the insurmountable darkness, barely revealing the profile of a rabid, frothing beast-- bearing two tusks and only one eye. It murmurs incoherently, before lashing down the stud-coated whips of a flagellum over the congealed disfigurement that riddled its back. Long has this beast holed in its lair. Long has it lost its pack, which could as well think of him dead-- if not all dead themselves. "Popo. . . .PoOoOOOOpOOOOoOorrRRRRGH. . ." it growls with a whimper, as a newfound source of blood squirms from the barely healing wounds on its back and splashes against the cold, hard rock of the cavern.
  22. [!] A bounty note is pinned to numerous boards across Almaris, written in neat cursive. <=>BOUNTY: ENTRAPPED BRETHREN<=> To whomever it may concern, I, along my trusted party of three compatriots recently made an excursion into the accursed, vermin infested City of Luciensburg with the purpose of safely extracting Diana Van Dijk, the Duchess of Venerra. Her magnificence was rendered entrapped within the forsaken burg once it was overwhelmed by vermin, and our codes bound our swords to the safety of the Royal family of Venerra. As a consequence, we quickly embarked upon this long journey once we heard the news. If only we knew then a smidgen of what we were to expect--... then perhaps things would've turned out differently. Upon stealthily venturing into the town under the guise of night, I must admit that the carelessness of our actions led to detection. One of the vermin picked off the rustling of our heavy armor, and came forth to investigate. Alas, the alarm was soon rung, and my cohort was thereby stuck in the streets of Luciensburg. As droves of rats filled the streets, we scattered as a means to divert their attention. I barely managed to reach the City's walls and jump over them, at the risk of breaking my own feet, no less! My fellow knights took other ventures though, and the presence of several patrols of vermin let me know that I didn't have a chance to find them on my own. I know for sure that they are still in that accursed City somewhere! To any sellswords and mercenaries that might fancy a gander, know this: -The Duchy of Venerra is willing to secure a cash prize of 1000 minas to whomever shall safely recover Her Eminence, Duchess Diana Van Dijk-- along any and all remnants or remains of my fellow knights. -A cash prize of 500 minas to whomever shall safely recover Her Eminence, Duchess Diana Van Dijk only! [!] A crude portrait of the Duchess is hereby drawn: <======================================================> <======================================================> For more details, find me encamped at the Refugee Camp known as "Ram's Field". And be vigilant and wary of vermin in advance on your travels here! -Signed- Ser Richard de Wit, Esteemed Knight and Loyal Venerran Man-At-Arms. ((Joltastik#2008))
  23. [!] Missives are found across the region surrounding the Ratiki infested City-State of Luciensburg, bearing the seal of a Cross coiled around by a snake. Once opened, it reveals the following transcript: <> The Church of the 5th Scroll <> At Joseph Sneed's We feed and seed The Remnants of a dying breed! Those unrepentant in their search, Salvation in a world of greed. The last bell tolls The water boils This egg of spirit breaks and spoils. To Horen's throne We will Ascend, And leave these soils. For that we owe all of our toils. Embrace the coming sight of shadow, The Titan born in frosty Meadow! The coming Son, that came before, Libraries of forgotten Lore. In Owyn's image He was made, To Purify the wicked Slave! To those with Virtue, be not afraid! Salvation comes in Unseen Aid! Children of GOD, stay staunch and Brave, Into the Cosmos, we'll be engraved! To those few faithful, find us at the Crossroads and join us in our struggle as Children of GOD to reclaim what is Ours! We also take kindly to any donations received. They will go towards the protective armament, sustenance and well-being of Luciensburg's refugees!
  24. [!] Neat posters have been plastered all throughout the shoddy fort lying at the gates of the Rat-infested town of Luciensburg, reciting the following warning: "Heed, Children of Horen! Our Merciful GOD himself has hereby granted me a vision of flames! The Wheel turns at dusk! The Putrid converge-- I've seen it! Flames shall rain over your tents and shacks tonight! To those few faithful, shield yourself with a lament to His Glorious Eminence! Know that He will spare you, for you are yet to see the true Day of Judgement! Signed, A Concerned Citizen." [!] A symbol depicting a snake coiled over a Cross is hastily drawn at the bottom of the page.
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