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times are changing amazing work :)

Your lore has been cursed by the touch (formatting) of Pallodium. Woe, may the loremods have mercy on ye’ and the mobile user.

wowj must consume squakhawk to become Lore Admin. it's the logical next step in his evolution

at least he waited for us PSTers, i for one welcome the wowj dictatorship

Within the humble home of a priest did news of the Countess' revocation of the Enswerp title make heed. In the midst of spooling together a line of wool, severing them to form wicks was Casimir wholly unable to continue as an uncertain future reared its head in the lowlands. A candle was lit, and a prayer murmured for the Lady Lorelai... followed then by an utterance of dissatisfaction. "From the fire-blooded lands of the Harrenites, my brother did drop our family to the snake pits of Godwinites. I pray, beg, GOD protect the Lady Lorelai, and grant the Duke some humility."

@wowjcarried us all

Casimir stood at the peak of the Wickwald with a herd of sheep lazily grazing around him. Staring out at the valley that contained Alba and Enswerp he watched and waited. It was typical at this rate for the children to be gone far past daylight, yet he waited all the same as the moon began to rise. When the courier rat came there were no words. As he fell to his knees there rang a sob atop the mountain, one drowned out by the chiming of sheep bells returning to pasture.

A Dreadknight of Drazhana burns the remains of a camp of bats, their blood soaked the flames a dull crimson, the smell was akin to wet coins. Scripts shrivelled and yellowed from age came by way of darkened imps delivering the scrolls to the malformed descendant. Taking a seat, it began to read. "The weak shall learn their place among the ladder. They shall truly know Dread."

Casimir Wick prays for the future of mankind.

As an arch-lich player, i can still play a boneman. This makes sense lorewise considering Mordring consumed Mythul Tahn, and is likewise the reason wraiths and necromancers at large have been able to exist this far. I also wouldn't call it 'necromancers becoming mystics', as mystics will now also be becoming necromancers. It's a general merge between the magics that makes sense in the narrative, and also doesn't favor either magic over another, besides maybe in naming conventions. That being said, names only exist IRP, lore names shmore names.

ghouls are the toilet paper CA dissolving in water. werewolf was onto something. if you want to be under water as a ghoul ask @Aesopianto return the Nexus necrolyte buff, it was always very well balanced :)

People who misplay necromancer summons to be annoying rather than a threat shouldn’t be grounds to blanket nerf the magic. It feels like punishing the community for a few bad actors. Having a T5 necro only have a single flesh abomination (with no other humanoid) that can be stunned for two emotes (maybe one emote im not opening it i wont open the lore you cant make me) with a golden sewing needle means Necromancers will continue to be the dark MA laughingstock. Mystics and their vaguelore stays winning. that being said, the magic needs a rewrite, summons aren’t the future of CRP but necro needs supplemental flavor and abilities if summons get nerfed/removed.

We’re killing the vampires with this one boys

From upon the heights of the Wickwald, where a few sheep 'baah'ed along with bells atoll, a Wikish kohen shepherded the herd along to greener pastures. A prayer was held for the Lady of Enswerp and her long-standing health. A candle remained in his pack, awaiting to be lit for the once-betrothed of his lost brother. "May GOD keep you well, Lady Lorelai."

yeah i hate that CA, it's only for ST shadow cabal members. they put you on a big blacklist just because you camp carbarum nodes for 7 hours and use voidal scion+mystic+tawkinssuperstrength+fire sword. it's a meme CA and should be put down. i will change my opinion once an accepted djinn ca is in my hands 🐀

“Vile creatures? Rats are noble, loyal companions!” Remarks a Wick as he swept the street of Broomtown, kicking up a few of the vermin along the way. “We’ll gladly take them off the cities’ hands.” Perhaps the culling of rats wasn’t quite so effective this year…

Upon ruins reset deep within cavern walls, an Archlich, long withdrawn from the ways of Xion and of Ixris, pondered on the politik of bone. "The Herald of Umbridge will bring Umbridge - a Black Sun, ascended souls, a world anew in an equalization of all souls to immortal. A pretender will falter, fail, and sit to twiddle their thumbs as those of Ember did." Countless rats swarmed from the lich, their undead countenance the same as their own master's. Retrieving various trinkets, bones, and fragments of men long since passed, it was assembled before him. "Ideology takes the immortal soul, just as much as it takes the mortals. Religion, zealotry, idiocy - Kaos, Rot, Plague, this world is overdue. Act and bring a swift end to this forsaken realm..." "Radiant is the Black Sun."

“This guy’s good,” remarks a Wikish Kohen.

Forum RP is generally pretty freeform and laissez-faire, do what you think is best. PK posts are fine, no matter how late

A herd of sheep were ushered to pasture, followed then by the planting of a shepherd's crook into the soft earth beneath. Casimir Wick lodged an old walnut pipe between his teeth as a few sealed letters were offered to passing courier rats. Each rodent snatched a letter - shortly followed by a scrap of dried meat in payment. "Been a long time coming," He hummed, trying not to think on the terrible curse looming over his family.

Casimir Wick was sweeping off the front porch of a Broomtown home when a courier rat arrived with the news. He unfurled the note, frowning at its contents. “Tomas, may he rest in peace. Rare is it to meet a man of such complexity, of juxtaposition at times. But he made a good man, a great leader nonetheless.” The Wick signed the rhodesian cross over himself, setting his broom on the doorway. Making way for his chandlery, he murmured, unable to come to terms with it. “Consumed by fire. Oy vey.”

A lich can’t believe it. Bone politik. “I can’t believe it.” He can’t believe it.