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  1. LOTC just feels terribly boring now, and for the past few weeks I have been struggling to enjoy it. Big thanks to everyone I usually roleplay with for making my time here enjoyable. For those that play with me outside of LOTC, if you didn’t already know my discord is (mightbepan#9864), feel free to hmu to play some games  😄

  2. 17 hours ago, nepir said:

     

    that is how it was teached, not the magic it self. if I send a crossbow bold at your head you die just as quickly, if i stab you in the neck with a blade you die. its a weak spots of a body. 

     

    Some mage would quite literally pinpoint a sword right towards their opponent’s neck, and so what weak spot would they be able to access if they die the moment they move?

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    A quiet morning grazed over the shores of Sutica, peering up the isles.

    Warm and humid daze filled the air. A particular droomy figure rushed into the city,

    spewing words of terror and the likeness, a friend of so slain in the roads outside

    the city. To the figures aid, a man - voidling of the like - Telos Fester, 

    coming to her and offering his assistance. They trotted out of the city, 

    towards where the woman claimed the murder took place.

     

    All while they ventured, a sense of pain, dread- spread over 

    the man of assistance. A normal sense of such for a sane mannerism

    of a descendant. Nonetheless, they venture forth - halting their position

    upon a corpse, freshly slain.

     

    The attention of Telos caught this, moving his form further to inspect

    the scene. And with so, the gloomy figure took her intentions into plan.

    The feeling of dread sneaking over, growing ever so stronger.

     

    Telos was too late to take action; he turned his form to

    greet the woman once more, only to be struck with a tendril of

    amber - sending him towards the walls and ruins of the 

    structures around them. Paralyzing the man.

     

    The figure withdrew her tendril, having it soar back to idly twitch above her head. An aura of paranoia taking over Telos's form at this point. Her eyes were stagnant black and the veins along her neck in the same color. "Telos Fester." she bellowed out as she strode forth to him.

     

    Telos Fester eyes began to tear up, a drop of a tear rolling down his cheek as he mumbled quietly, and sluggishly I'm sorry. .  Nilth, Hearth, Dargo, Judas, Aerilith, Garoll, Hiren, Sarrion, Sahar, Spearfish, Daniel. . . Osheim. . . Ascanius. . .His breathing grew heavier, his voice slowly, and slowly becoming unheardBlair. . . Berry. . . Rose. . . All of Thania. . . And all of Fester.


     

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    The two conserved words of pain and sorrow, and

    for namesake, it will not be mentioned.

     

    The figure withdrew her tendril once more, stepping back to look at the work she had created so far- the smiling, devilish grin on her face faltering a moment as she peered towards the man.

     

    Telos Fester spoke after this silence, sneering towards the shade. Man. . You are quite slow with your task- for someone supposedly stronger.

     

    And with that, the blood-dripping tendril shot forth at a curve - moving to strike the man below the chin and pierce him through the skull with a squelch. If successful, she'd leave the tendril there a moment as the life faded from the man and spoke in a low, apologetic tone. "Rest easy, void spawn. To the void you drew from, to the void you shall return. May your journey be safe." Squelch - The tendril withdrew from the man.

     

    The man fell silent, limp - dead where he laid.


     

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    A moment overtook the shady figure, simply peering at

    the corpse with a sigh. She soon, went to work. Creating an

    art piece from the work she ensured. Moments passed,

    long, solemn moments of painting blood until words were

    eligible within the stone confines around the two.

    They would read:

     

    “Those who bask in the light shall be exposed. Not by

    any means may you avoid my gaze. The Sun sees all.

    The sun is eternal.

     

    The Sun has claimed another, for her mother and

    her brother - The Lord Of Chains. Another has

    been claimed him. I, The Sun, has claimed this one.

    Another will come.”


     

    Credits to _Wonk for writing the PK post for me ❤️

  4. 19 hours ago, SoulReapingWolf said:

    It's worrying to see someone handle 1/4th of the incoming applications please don't let Pan burnout and try and spread out more evenly the amount of applications to all team members. 

     

    But otherwise it really sounds cool. Hope all the projects go well.

    I willingly did them. I'm not burnt out at all, and usually do them in my free time ?

  5. MC Name: _Pan

    Character's Name: John Fishington

    Character's Age: 5

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

             N/A

     

    Transformed form:

             Wonk (Frog)

     

    Creator's MC Name:

             N/A

     

    Creator's RP Name:

             N/A

     

    Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

     Generally, Wonks are just giant frog creatures with strengths only up to a normal descendant, and they do find it difficult to gain any more muscle mass. Their skin are moist to touch, and they usually submerge themselves into water to keep their skins that way- as they are able to breathe under water through their skin, but will still ultimately drown if their mouth were to intake any water. (Their moisture would only decrease as they age, forcing them to go into the waters more regularly when they get older). One notable fact is that they are able to extend their tongue in a one block length, and the tongue would only be as strong as what a finger would be. Wonks have no gender, and can’t FTB (Frog wonks can only reproduce frog wonks, same as toad wonks). There are two sub-types to wonks, the first being frog which has more of a green-yellowish coloration to their skin. They are also lankier and somewhat taller than the toads, ranging from 4’6 to 5’0. Toads are shorter and somewhat stockier, their height ranging from 4’1 to 4’7. Their skin tends to be bumpier than frogs, but still moist when come into touch- just not as moist as frogs. Wonks lives up to 120 IRP years, and they mature at the age of 5- and as mentioned above, their skin only gets drier and more leathery as they grow older. Wonks have a lesser-soul, causing them to be unable to learn any sort magics other than those that does not require a greater soul (such as Kani).

     

     

    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

             Nope

     

    Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

             Yes

     

    Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

             Yes

     

    Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

             Yes

     

    Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

             Nope

     
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