KeatonUnbeaten

the only reason LOTC is the 'best roleplay server' is because there's no competition

bwuh?

the old days of 24/7 warzones, limitless raids, and rewarding pvp are gone. buried by the rp-only elitists, poor (whether by incompetent coding or just successive rule changes) mechanics and systems, and win-hungry clickers. it aint LOTC pvp without Loads Of Twats Complaining.

"Anothah great victoreh," states Kadrac Frostbeard gleefully.

Kadrac Frostbeard admires his first diplomatic coup, noting to Garedyn: “Oi ‘ave that diplomatec rezz, yer Royal Majesty.”

Promptly, a creased letter is delivered unto the Haensetian palace - written in the cheapest ink and on the rattiest parchment, both no doubt immediately apparent to the sophisticated appraisal of any courtier, official or royal - declaring in a most crude hand: "To 'His Excellency Fabian d'Arkent-Kortrevich', I am Aedric Saxe. I can ride horses good. I have done my whole life. I can teach. I can sword-fight. I am a man of many profishiensees skills. I ask for a humble daily wage. Please contempleate my offer. To 'His Excellency Fabian d'Arkent-Kortrevich' and the most illustreeus court of Hanseti-Ruska, From Aedric Saxe."

it used to be log on, warzone from dusk until dawn, log off, repeat now its

“It’s going to have to be a pretty massive effort if they want to out-produce their losses,” Keaton would remark, in disbelief at ISA wastefulness.

”Good, good, the Orenians could use a morale boost. It’ll make them funner to fight against if they’re not all crying and whining,” Keaton would remark amusedly.

‘Orenia!’ Composed by Keaton II Errmark Orenia! Orenia! The greatest of countries! Where, at the sight of enemies, We wince and knock our knees! Orenia! Orenia! Land of brave and free, Unless they don’t outnumber you, At least ten to three! Orenia, I did once sight you, On the lake’s vast shore! Your terracotta, glass and steel Were really quite the bore. Your architecture? Stifling! Your decorations? A drag! At least you have great toilet paper With your soft-silk purple flag! CHORUS: Orenia! Orenia! The greatest of countries! Where, at the sight of enemies, We wince and knock our knees! Orenia! Orenia! Land of brave and free, Unless they don’t outnumber you, At least ten to three! I once did have the pleasure, To meet His Majesty! Weak and weedy and gangly, And barely five foot three! I won't mention his Barons Dukes, Princes, ‘cause see Amongst all the pompous pricks in Oren I could barely make out three! CHORUS: Orenia! Orenia! The greatest of countries! Where, at the sight of enemies, We wince and knock our knees! Orenia! Orenia! Land of brave and free, Unless they don’t outnumber you, At least ten to three! And now the Orenians declare their war, And say they will bring order, They’ll have some trouble taking Sutica ‘Cause they haven’t even left their border! Soon as they saw our alliance, Our many bravest men, They turned and cried (and plenty died!) And they went routing back home again! CHORUS x2: Orenia! Orenia! The greatest of countries! Where, at the sight of enemies, We wince and knock our knees! Orenia! Orenia! Land of brave and free, Unless they don’t outnumber you, By atleast thirty! Orenia! Orenia! The greatest of countries! Where, at the sight of enemies, We wince and knock our knees! Orenia! Orenia! Land of brave and free, Unless they don’t outnumber you, By atleast fifty!