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About Medvekoma

  • Birthday 05/24/1995

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    History, humanities & economics. Crude Oil & Finance.

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    Alren Indarys / Koralon Doomforged
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    Dark Elf / Dark Dwarf

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  1. [!] Away from the city of Valdev and in the shade of a pine tree to the east, a lone Mali'ker sat, drafting a journal with a smudgy quill. One meant for her keeping for now, but perhaps one part of a long journey's documentation that might one day make it to a library or more in Aevos. The memories were jotted down with a mixture of curiosity, surprise, and happiness. Next to the Ker was also a bottle of Halfling berry-brew; perhaps a hint of the next chapter in her adventures. It was a lonesome night, the 21st of Amber Cold. I’ve spent a long while on my own out in the forests, after the trip to this bold new world. Something was lacking; a spark I used to have before, now snuffed, a candle melted halfway-through. The Cloud Temple and contemplation gave answers and I set off to the world, to explore. And perhaps also - to document for all those struck by the same wanderlust, called by the same purpose. My journey took me to the north first, to the capital of Hanseti-Ruska. I walked among fields of grey and pale, with speckles of snow and interrupted on either side by the occasional pine tree that grew so high one could believe the stars shining above were merely holes plucked into the sky by their peaks. After a sharp turn down a slope of snowy folds, a sight most unusual stretched out before me: a canvas of colours, a river vale ripe with wheat and many other vegetables planted in neat rows. The river up front in the distance was parted by a formidable fortress, tall stone walls capped with wooden battlements and spires. After my way into an idyllic village's outskirts, a split in the mountainside revealed the glint and gleam of ores. The gate on that side of the city remained shut, and thus my travel took me further down to another strange sight: a bridge spanning across a ravine; but a river amiss for it was dammed by dozens if not hundreds of critters. Even as I crossed the bridge I heard the creaks and clicks of their teeth against wood as they built their blockage in the riverbed. Through the rest of my visit I would occasionally see a hat or cloak made of their furs, and even an armoured soldier carrying two of them, dead & by the tail. The entryway to this city had a strange fellow waiting admittance; one Maehr with a single curled black horn on his right temple. The gatekeeper answered our wait soon enough, although not before we saw a statue outside the portcullis move. I would have prescribed it to my exhaustion from a long journey. Yet my counterpart inside attested to it as well, and the watchman trusted our word. Upon entry we turned to glance back all of us together, including the cousin of the gatekeeper, and saw the form: staring at us from around the gatehouse corner. Those around me left to investigate; by the time they re-emerged from the gatehouse to the bridge, the construct was gone, with no trace to call its own. Through the gatehouse I beheld this city-fortress from the inside. Houses of two floors, dressed in a multitude of colours, towered on either side of a road headed to a great cathedral of the human faith. Around what looked like a central square stood a commotion, an armour-clad man questioning another, naming them traitor. It took me a turn into the crowd to notice the one he questioned was not merely in armour; it was a construct with gleaming eyes and a heart replaced with a magical core. The construct seemed to hold memories of a man many knew in the crowd, yet perceived a monstrosity to be dismantled at the same time. Before a decision could come, a loud bellow broke the attention of the crowd. An accusation of one present, to have consorted with Darkspawn! A grave one of that, and the attention immediately shifted to this man - who instead of immediate denial, fell in a maniacal cackle before proclaiming innocence. More on his fate later… Soon enough, both the construct and the accused were swallowed by the city and I was left to explore, briefly entering the house of Faith so well-decorated from the outside, but also so foreign from the inside. Despite my blatant lack of familiarity, there was still much to admire, especially the stonework - these humans built something so slender and so tall it felt nigh impossible for it to remain standing. Leaving the cathedral I found myself in an alley, confronted by a mouse-creature; sentient and curious. She spoke of sweet words and seemed interested in the armour I bore. I offered her a promise of reward for a tour around the city, presuming she would be familiar with most nooks and twists. Thus we set off and I found myself flung through streets so narrow and desolate I could hardly see the sun above. Some of these alleyways had houses with broken windows, the insides pilfered through. I saw the outside of a grandiose building, the “Raev house” - alas, my tour guide knew little of its purpose or point, beyond its bright red colour that seemed to appease her eyes. Our tour was interrupted by a cadre of guardsmen fully armoured, marching down the main street of the city. I questioned my guide about the events unfolding, but was soon provided an explanation in the form of an arrow whistling through the air towards the guards. Crossing the street I happened upon a similarly crowded and narrow part of town, with a fully armed entourage who seemed to hail from the Kingdom of Aaun. A note for the future, and perhaps for my next destination - though wary of their perception of elves, as I was told later. By happenstance, I stumbled into my counterpart from the gatehouse once more, who now revealed to be in the city to sell spell-nullifying arrows. I was offered a glance upon his stall and the other maehr wares he sold, and found another future destination amidst our discourse: the city of Vortice. Leaving the kin to his business, I found the gatekeeper who let us both into the city, and in him, the one who would answer my final few questions of this city. We chatted alongside a game board by the tavern, and he was eager to speak of his people. Haense is a close-knit community of those faithful and devout who seek to stand against the tides of darkness, and prosper together. They rejoice in the little things and celebrate their community and their achievements, but remain humble and acknowledge the success of others too. Their struggle made manifest in the fortress they built to live in, warding the pristine and beating heart of their culture as much as the walls of a family home would protect the sanctity of the family & hearth. There was only one question left - the confirmation that there in fact exists a cathedral taller than the one in the middle of the Hanseti-Ruskan capital. I expressed my gratitude and bid farewell, then made my way to the gatehouse where quite the commotion had developed for my departure. All that remained was to find a place to rest and to continue the journey to the next town I would visit. Unfortunately, I could bring neither gift nor welcomes to those living there. But once I return, perhaps, I can offer something of value. Service, a poem or an item to showcase my craftsmanship. Their hospitality most definitely earned it - and there is definitely more to see in both the city and the realm. 𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ - 𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈, ℐ 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓌𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 ℊ𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℯ𝓍ℯ𝒸𝓊𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇. ℐ 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝒾𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓈ℴ𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓌 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅ℯℴ𝓅𝓁ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓋; 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ ℐ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝒾𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ “𝓉𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈” 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒾𝒹𝓎𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓈ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝓈ℴ𝓁𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓇ℯℯ𝓂ℯ𝓃 𝒹ℴ 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝒶ℊℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝓈𝒽𝒾ℯ𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒾ℊ𝒽.
  2. Bring Nexus back.

    1. Smmer

      Smmer

      MED COME BACK I KEEP CONFUSING MVDK FOR YOU. 

    2. Carson

      Carson

      pls come back

  3. But I want people to bring me on epic adventures and shower me with magics & artifacts.
  4. Never understood the "Road RP" argument vs fast travel. If you would use fast travel, but are forced to walk instead, it means you want to get from A to B quick and any "road RP" will be perceived more an interruption trying to get to your destination. If you wouldn't use fast travel seeking road RP, well, then adding fast travel doesn't change a thing. I don't think I can count a single instance of enjoyable road RP moment I've engaged in, ever. Most of it was either ooga-booga raiders stopping me and me darting away after a pvp countdown, or me attempting to provide high quality raiding content through PvP immersion and the target refusing to engage and rushing away immediately.
  5. A gamer who's hijacked other players' forum accounts to send death threats and obscenities to a playerbase is currently unbanned. I unironically still have the forum message I received from him. Another gamer removed from staff for PEX abuse and strolling around on the server with a banned player's alt account on their side was never in fact banned. Why are NLs held to much higher an expectation than staff, and why is it that the only staff infraction that seemingly warrants a permanent ban similar to the one handed out to NLs is the infraction of Pun/Flambo/Sky? Also, as an NL you'll be in crossfires with every single discord message and forum post stashed away for evidence for an eventual ban report, no matter how small a fraction they are of what you send a day. I've had an ongoing report against me a week into being an NL quoting an "offensive version of a transformer song lyric re-write targeting a playerbase". Usually it's the case of a community reaching for OOC tools to "get rid of" an NL. In the case of that report, I'm glad moderation saw through it and handled it appropriately.
  6. hope you get unbanned eventually fella

  7. Downton Abbey RP. Just a bunch of Gentlemen and Ladies all too rich and all too bored for their own right.
  8. @FlamboyantTyrant How’s the magic ledger update coming along? It’s been due 20 months.

  9. When will you start taking player feedback into consideration? @Pun
  10. Loregames is pretty much Brexit at this point and Flambo is TM. Except he didn’t abide his pledge to resign.
  11. Lore Games still haven’t started and Flambo should have resigned a month ago. What’s going on?

    1. Ioannis

      Ioannis

      lol, im still waiting for my vault, what lore games you on about?

    2. AlphaMoist

      AlphaMoist

      Lore games are p close to being finished. Once you see what they’ve been working on, you’ll understand exactly why it’s taken so long

  12. @FlamboyantTyrant it's the 20th. Time to resign, bud.

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    2. Medvekoma

      Medvekoma

      @Haseroth What did he even do that's positive? He shelved a few unpopular stuff to get some hype and support then hasn't done anything for a year+.

    3. ScreamingDingo

      ScreamingDingo

      @Medvekoma

      its currently in the last stages of approval give it a few days

       

    4. J33xt101

      J33xt101

      Looks like Mynebor to me...

  13. No misinterpretation at all. Exactly what I meant and the outcome I would hope for. Three Thanhium pages … three conjuration ones. However, in the current state of the lore staff it'd be a pleasant surprise if they didn't make this into /three/ wholly nee threads and then force-retconned them before shelving them into Schroedinger's necromancy pit.
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