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can we have colonialism too

praise laklul

LAKISH INTERROGATION PREFACE THIS IS A CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENT, OVERSEEN BY NAME REDACTED AND APPROVED UNDER THE RULERSHIP OF SWAMPGOTH NAME_REDACTED’LAK. SHOULD IT BE FOUND OUTSIDE THE GRASP OF CLAN LAK, THE INFORMATION LEAK WILL BE PLUGGED, AND THE PERPETRATOR WILL BE DISCOVERED AND EXECUTED IMMEDIATELY. Frûm ulmakhizishu || Spirits with us 001-812-1655 PRESENTOR’S TRANSCRIPTION “Start writin’. Ready?” “You ‘ave been chosen to be ‘ere, among GROUP REDACTED for a reason - you‘ve proven yourselves devoted to the goals of CLAN LAK and its members. We’re a load o’ da zealest zealots dis generation o’ descendants ‘as ever seen - and I intend to remind da lot o’ dem o’ dat. “Now, dis -” Start drawin’ - “- Dis is what I likes to call, ‘Da Stretcher’.” DA STRETCHER [PICTURED: Exemplary ‘Stretcher’ in action] “Anyone got a guess for what dis skah ‘ere does?” INCOHERENT MUMBLES “Exactly. Dis is used on da HUMANS and ELVES dat like keepin’ their mouths closed ‘bout who dey worship, and who’s worshippin’ who. Set ‘em here, pull dem levers and watch ‘em scream. You’ll be gettin’ da info out o’ dem in no time!” “What if they don’t squeal, you’re askin’? Well - dat’s when we stop ‘em from talkin’, an’ bring ‘dese out!” A quill begins scratching against parchment “Dis is what I called, ‘Da Chinholda’’. Invention o’ my own.” DA CHIN-HOLDA’ [PICTURED: Correct position of a ‘Chinholda’] A SLAVE IS PRESENTED, ONTO WHICH THE DEVICE IS ATTACHED “And now, he can’t talk, ‘else dis skah digs into ‘is neck.” GRUNTS OF DISCOMFORT FROM THE CROWD; QUIET MUTTERING “Mhrm, he can’t speak with dis on. What’s da use in dat when we’re tryin’ ta make ‘em speak, you’re askin’? Well, he can’t speak - or lower ‘is head, or do anythin’, really. Dat’s how we get ‘em - just wait ‘till they break, and they’ll give us all da info we need! They’ll start speakin’ eventually.” “Now, it’s a rare thing, dat HUMANS don’t start speakin’ at dis point - they’s not as tough as us Orks. But for those DESCENDANTS dat think they’s tough, we keep one o’ dese around.” DA GOBSTOPPA’ [PICTURED: Gobstoppa in the half-open position] “This ‘ere - this is what we do when dem heretics don’t like speakin’. Shove one o’ dese in deir gobs, and start turnin’ da ring. Dis ain’t a last resort to get answers, dis is how we send da message to start talkin’ more often to ‘em. Just keep turnin’, and turnin’, and turnin’. Soon ‘nough, deir jaw drops off!” CACKLING, FOLLOWED BY GRUNTS FROM THE CROWD “Dat’s when we send ‘em back home, so their friends know what ‘appens when dey don’t squeal to our boys!” A FINAL WHEEZE DA BURNIN’ UGLUK [PICTURED: An assortment of orcish slaves load an unlucky human into a ‘Burnin’ Ugluk’] “And here we are - almost at the end.” A CONTRAPTION IS WHEELED IN “Dis here’s what I call, ‘Da Burnin’ Ugluk’. Don’t use these too often - mostly ‘cause all da HUMANS die from da Gobstoppa. But if someone’s bein’ ‘specially quiet, or they’ve seen too much, this here’s just as good an alternative ta’ other executions. Stick ‘em in dat hatch there, lock ‘em up tight, and set a fire underneath ‘em. Da screamin’, and da steam that comes from the nostrils sounds just like da old Ugluk’s beasts. Makes dem HUMANS take their time dyin’ ta’ reflect on their mistakes.” A FEW DRY CHUCKLES FROM THE AUDIENCE - SWAMPGOTH NAME REDACTED’LAK’s cackles fill the room “So, what d’you all say? Time for some inquiring?” CHEERS FROM THE AUDIENCE “Kill da transcr-” Frûm Ulmakhizishu

_WhitePrivilege_ because mee-mees xD Eirinn_go_Brach because it means ireland forever and i wanted to be a bootleg Tiocfaidh_Ar_La Boomzerang because this one time i listened to bangarang and my brain is autistic

please do not TROLL on my ROLEPLAY POST consider yourself #BLOCKED

The Zealots March On Among the dusty roads of Atlas wandered a hobgoblin, coughing as dust from riders’ trails forced itself into his lungs. Having been evicted from whence he had called home, he now spent his day paving the roads of Atlas impatiently. Drûtram desired not what he had received - the loss of his city on multiple occasions, to humans no less. He spat at the ground, cursing Renatus, its inhabitants, and their ancestors before them. He would, as was inevitable, happen across a messenger of Krugmar in his travels. “Rex Gurukk? ‘e ain’t in power no mores. Stepped down, ‘e did. Lak ain’t gots no Wargoth no more.” With a knowing nod, the mongrel set off back on the road. Arriving at Cloud Temple, he continued southwards, past the roads of Belvitz, as a few of the tavern’s patrons perked a brow at the sight of such a descendant near their settlement. Continuing to dip past Holm, after hours of trekking, he finally arrived at his destination - north of Santegia, in the great swamps of Atlas. This was not an environment he had grown used to - despite the swampy conditions of what was once his clan hall, he had grown far more accustomed to the dry, cool airs of Krugmar. Trudging through unknown plants, fungi, and scaring off a number of smaller beasts, he continued into the watery landscape, drawing in great breaths of the dank air. The orc had not often been drawn to herbalism, or alchemy for that matter. But the colours around him - blues, violets, and reds - the likes of which he’d never seen before drew him forward like a moth to flame.In this trance, he acted not as himself, but as the swamps wished him to. Soon after, he found himself gnawing on the crimson caps of a handful of mushrooms. The next hours were a blur - stumbling throughout vines hanging, leaning on trees, maddened visions of greatness and whispering voices seemingly of the Spirits themselves, crimson fluid expelling itself from his maw. And then - darkness. For almost three days, the orc lay in a coma, leaving the beasts of the lands to do as they wish with him. As he rose to sitting upright, head throbbing, he noted a number of scars dotting his body - a particularly bad one forming behind the torn fabric of his trousers. But during this time, it would seem his mind was not as inactive as his body. He began at once scribbling hundreds of notes, demanding to use every aviary present - pigeons littered the skies, bringing parchment to each corner of the world, all with a single message. “I, Drûtram’Lak, proclaim myself Swampgoth of Clan Lak.” And so, he set off throughout the roads yet again. He knew, when the time came, his brothers would know to find him. For if the spirits stood with him, who could stand against him? Frûm Ulmakh-izishu

Drûtram’Lak chews on his Grubgoth-provided bread contently. ”Yub.”

In the time I’ve been around, I didn’t get to know you nearly as well as I should’ve Some day when you’re back I’ll make a Lur

And because it’s a privilege, that means that volunteering folks can remove posts outing others on a whim, despite the fact that these break no rules? Staff members should realise being staff is a managing position aided by the PEX they get, which should not be used to police what they do and don’t want on the forums depending on who it talks about.

Apologies, I did mean Xalid. The point was the same one as wolfkite was attempting to push – that he himself doxxed someone, while attempting to ban someone for doxxing that same person. My final question still stands – why is he being held to a different degree to wolfkite, and more importantly, why can’t a normal BR act against a human error that any other player could make? Correct me if I’m wrong, but under the Staff Report FAQ, it is stated that the reports are, ‘for unprofessional behaviour, violating conduct, or other infractions.’ To me, that very much pertains to their behaviour as a staff member, rather than as a player – i.e infractions they may make through the use of their PEX, such as Shalashask when killing everyone online on the server. EDIT: Might I add that I have nothing personally against Xalid. From what I’ve witnessed of him, he’s a dead on guy, and in no way am I targeting him with this thread. I am instead targeting the abysmal reaction of the other staff members both in this situations and others like it.

Why should it be so? Because players get riled up and start harassing the person in question? Because players’ opinions might affect the result of the ban? That’s all well and good in a perfect world with non-corrupt governors, but just as players are salty, toxic, and to some extent ruthless in their actions against someone they dislike, staff is not infallible. They have their biases, dislikes, and downfalls. The idea isn’t to make all staff reports public, nor to abolish the anonymous report system. But have you noticed that while an anonymous report will take upwards of a month to be fully carried through, and this one BR on a GM was addressed nearly instantly? Tell me, how long do normal BRs against ordinary people last? Certainly not upwards of a month. Now, I don’t know about you, but as much as I might be biased, and as much as I like to give people I like the benefit of the doubt as often as possible, that doesn’t mean I will take nearly ten times as long to look over their case as I would looking over another person’s. And, as a final note, might I add that the BR made on Xarkly, which I will fully admit is the reasoning behind this post, was not on abuse of PEX, nor anything to do with actually being a GM – it was a BR on the player themselves, over something completely detached from their volunteering. It was something that a normal player also got banned for – what is the difference between the cases, when they both did what they did accidentally? Why does one require an anonymous, detached ban report, and the other needs only the use of a /ban command?

the staff team are in a constant state of either jerking each other off or banning people for the tiniest reasons, which could easily be talked over or fixed with slaps on the wrists, while putting off dealing with, or outright ignoring blaring issues in the server, such as an online child predator which they took an alarmingly long time to actually ban it doesn’t help that each new FM is provided with a handbook to deal with dissent in the forums, while GMs ignore, deny, or remove evidence of any issues that are brought up to them personally. how to babysit staff members 101: force players to make anonymous staff reports that take a month+ to look at and are usually left on “feedback noted” this server is in shambles and the staff are to blame, change my mind.

The Kindling of Devotion Drûtram’Lak approached his Clan-Father. He had an intent set in his mind, and as he drew ever-closer to the cauldron Shreck was bent over, he began inspecting its contents. “Greetings, Drûtram.” Soon after a long conversation, Shreck offered a sage nod, before presenting a final question. “It is the elementals you seek - but which element is it that you desire?” “The spirits of fire - ghash.” His tone picked up as he spoke. “The other elements - earth, water, air - they all remain idle, motionless and neutral on their own.The second you cease controlling them-” Drûtram clicked his fingers. “-they stop. Fire is wild, primal. When left alone, it continues in its consumption, demolishing all in its path.” Another nod from the wizened orc, and the pair set off into the wilderness outside the looming walls of San’Kala. Arriving somewhere among great canopies, the pair began conversing once again - chiefly Shreck, explaining the intricacies of the different realms. It seemed a blur, but soon, the Clan-Father pushed a pot of the strange stew into the half-goblin’s hands. His mouth barked unknown speech, but his eyes chanted, “DRINK!” Drûtram'Lak sipped at the liquid, before tipping more into his mouth. The bitter taste forced a gag, which led to him spitting about three quarters of the liquid in his mouth back into the container, his willpower only able to force a quarter of the pot’s contents into his gullet. Fading between states of consciousness, the apprentice soon found himself in a fiery land, stalactites tearing through the rocky roof of the realm. He greeted this newly discovered land with a scowl, straining against his lungs as they attempted to expel the hot dust flooding into them. He'd rub at his eyes, growing ever more reddened and watery from the ash and heat they contacted. A blast from behind flung him forwards, as he fell front-first on the brimstone floor. Magma from a nearby fiery river would divert from its typical flow and begin to fill the crater. The realm itself would begin to shake and stones would begin to drop from the ceiling to take form as hellish rubble.This would, in turn, grow into a hellish figure. "Skahin' hell-," He'd grit his teeth as the ground once again burned at his flesh, this time almost his entire chest being subject to the pain. He continued examining the roof of the realm, taking large steps backwards as the flow of the river changed. An orc which had once known resolve had become more fearful than he had known was possible in the presence of such an awesome being. "Damn right!" The magma would respond, casting back its shell in another explosion. Magma would be casted out radially and cover everything. "Being!" The orc attempted to appear imposing - a difficult task when faced with this foe - his once booming voice having been replaced with little more than a mumble. "I’ve come here - to your realm - to make a request of you!" "Who are you," the creature would thunder in a voice lower than his stature, "To make demands of ME?!" Drûtram'Lak took a cautious step forward, over a number of stones that had fallen from the darkness above - this motion was somewhat intimidated when the spirit, however small, stepped forward, although he would attempt not to show it. "Not a demand. An exchange.” "I am of little patience. Tell me!" He would boom in reply, casting the ground around the orc aflame. The mongrel remained in place, restraining himself from casting looks to the pyre around him. "I am a mere mortal-," His mind would falter for a moment, as he thought of what to say next. "... But- but I can expand your grasp in my realm." He'd raise a fist, elbow bent. "Make you more powerful - make the Descendants of Atlas fear your name and tremble at its uttering!" "So be it. MAKE THE WORLD BURN AS YOU DO NOW. SIGNAL ME WITH SACRIFICE AND PYRES!" He would throw his arms into the air and for a brief moment the orc would be engulfed in flames before losing consciousness. As the orc slowly regained consciousness, he spoke a few final words to Shreck, before making off with this newly-given challenge. The world would come to once again fear the crackles of inferno.

“Flat ‘em all, cut ‘em down by da doz’ns, tear dey’s eyes out dey skulls agh paint da walls wi’ dey’s blood. Da tall trees will burn once more, by da ‘and o’ Krugmar!” The zealot raised his fist, elbow bent, and roared into the cool night air – an action repeated by his brethren.

leaving for academia is a good choice all the best

fireheart banned me for 2 weeks and gave me a community guidelines appeal for something that could've been easily fixed by walking up to talk to me - might i add something that i had already been doing for 2 weeks, and was legitimately only following rp. not my first pick. to be fair, this is probably me being biased - but it is feedback nonetheless.

imagine asking for advice on >>>"""""social interaction"""" on an armenian elf roleplaying forum

haha get fuckin bamboozled who actually cares about whether or not people can constantly raid. let the pvp goons get their rocks off to raids the day lotc becomes an actual for real strict server that needs certain prerequisites before raids is the day i off myself

"So much for being a 'religion of peace', hm?" states a well-educated and big-brained Sargon of Krugmar.

LATZ NAME, ORK: Gholug'Braduk BLAH MI LATZ AGE: 40-Something UKEE, LATZ KLAN, OR DA KLAN DAT INTEREST LAT: B R A D U K [!] The orc waves off Imp'Raguk as he runs off.

[!] A well known high elven scholar passes by! "It is a known fact that due to Iblees' curse upon orcs, which changed their very genetic makeup, and the lack of such a curse upon the elves, the children of Malin are more closely related to humans, and therefore simple primates, than the children of Krug!"