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About Trekwars

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    Long walks on the beach, laying in the summer sun, and A&W Rootbeer floats.

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    Arevthor Tathvir
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  1. Ha ha! That’s why I picked the name! Oh also 2
  2. Alright kiddos, I was flipping through the forums and noticed we didn’t have something like this readily available for our community yet so I decided to start it up and see what happens. It’s a fairly popular game on other forums so I thought I’d bring it over to LOTC. The game is called STAFF VS PLAYERS Obviously the two teams will be staff members and players. Concept of the game is that each team is trying to work together to count higher than the other team. Summary of rules: No player or staff member may post more than once in a row. Proper example: If for example you are a staff member and you post 1 you have to wait for another staff member to post 2 before you can post again. Wrong way to do it No matter how high the staff or players have counted to, if the opposing side posts 0, the counter is reset. Proper example: Wrong way to do it Upon the post of a zero either side can start posting with a 1. If a staff member posts 0 a player doesn’t have to post 0 right away to reset it again. Proper example: After every 0 post I will update this post with the current record holders. SAMPLE GAMEPLAY: Player 1: 1 Player 2: 2 Player 3: 3 Staff 1: 0 Staff 2: 1 Staff 3: 2 Player 1: 0 *and so on and so forth Alright ladies and Gents, I’ll start off the game with a big fat 0 SERVER RECORD HELD BY: No one right now.
  3. 7/10 Very attractive, not quite my type.
  4. The howl of the wind echoes throughout the tundra, resonating against the towering mountains and ravines. It cuts through the valleys hoisting up the powdered snow before colliding against the mountain’s edges. Along the mountains, small outcroppings and cliff edges act as natural shelter from the torrential winds. Tucked behind one of these outcroppings the figure of a Mali’Fenn sits beside a small fire, trying to keep the flames alive despite the tundra’s best efforts. The ‘Fenn pauses his work upon noticing a single bird navigating the flurries of snow. After struggling against the force of the wind the bird manages to land alongside the ‘Fenn with a piece of paper wrapped around its leg. In a single movement the bird shakes the resilient snow from its feathers. A chuckle resonates from the ‘Fenn as he glances to his companion, outstretching his hand to take the letter. It takes some time and fumbling for the man to untie the red ribbon the letter was bound by, but once undone he tosses the ribbon into the flickering flames before resting backwards in order to inspect the letter. As he unfolds the note he allows a shiver to run along his body from the cold, silently wishing the fire would grow larger. “Where’d you find this llir?” The man hums to the bird as he begins to read through the letter. His eyes skim across the paper, mouthing the words along silently before pausing suddenly. After a squint of his eyes he mutters “Akkar Hmm? Well that’s different.” After finishing the letter the man begins reading it again, determined to commit the writing to memory. After feeling content with his grasp on the letter he turns it over, noticing that the back of the letter has the name of the recipient written on it. The ‘Fenn cannot help but allow a smile to creep across his face upon seeing the name. He glances to his companion to see if he is equally amused by this, but the bird has busied himself with plucking an unfortunate bug from it’s feathers. Returning his attention back to the letter the man leans forward, resting it upside down atop the flames. As the sparks begin to ignite the edges of the paper the Mali’Fenn stands up from his seat, retrieving his tools and lute from the ground. Giving a quick whistle, the bird flies to its companion, perching on the man’s forearm carefully. The Mali’Fenn turns around, beginning his first step down the mountain. However, he can’t help but give one final glance over his shoulder at the burning letter with yet another chuckle. Despite the flames engulfing the paper, the same three words can still be seen, standing out defiantly; DEAR AREVTHOR TATHVIR
  5. As word spreads about this news it eventually reaches the ears of a young Mali’fenn, busying himself with sorting through crates of alcohol. He falls silent as the letter is shared with him, becoming tangled up in his own thoughts. The messenger quickly leaves, most likely moving to share this information with whomever else would be willing to hear it. The Mali’Fenn however simply stands still, deep in thought as he turns over the words just spoken to him, as if dissecting what was just said. Finally, after a moment he turns back to the crates, continuing his process of sorting as a traditional Fennic tune can be heard whistling from his lips. “I wish you luck on your next path llir.” He mumbles to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips.
  6. Trekwars

    An Answer

    A whistling Mali’Fenn wanders through the streets of Fenn before stumbling upon this notice. All that can escape his lips is a resounding “Huh” Before he casts the paper aside, continuing his stroll through the tundra.
  7. Hey, my name is Trek. You can contact me on discord at Trekwars#7141 With jobs you can join the military, the bilok’thuln(resource collection), trader’s guild, and plenty more across the city!
  8. Arevthor Tathvir pleasantly reads through the paper, humming a snow elven tune
  9. Arevthor Tathvir sighs lightly “A shame I will be unable to attend, sounds like it will be quite the celebration.”
  10. A recovering Arevthorstumbles upon the Decree by accident while sifting through other paperwork. He lets a small chuckle escape his lips “I hope that answers your question Magnus.” He hums to himself before continuing the business he was conducted before.
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