Unwillingly

which sound improvement mod are u using

made it that way bc I don't want anyone to actually read my writing bc I'm insecure about it :3

No commitment in hesitance. Castiel stared at the empty spot before him, once occupied by the man whose heels crunch across the aged gravel of Dobrov and its dreadful splendor, its hideous beauty. Perhaps, this square had once seen the occasional passerby rattled by the tirade of shopkeepers working for their next meal. Perhaps, this square had once seen the muddy tracks of visitors who trudged their bootprints into the inn’s floorboards as they entered. Perhaps, this square had once seen all, yet so little. Now, it sees nothing at all. This place had a hold over Castiel, yet it landed far from the jaws of nostalgia, how dare he compare it to such. It rendered something terrible, something that twisted his gut and brought a sourness to his throat. But he is better than those who would turn a heel and make haste, and so he did not. He bit his tongue and fear, the instinctual drive to leave, and sought the depths of the derelict village. The dank scent of dust and dirt coated the air thick, seen floating through the beams of light that pierced the cracks of decaying wood. A series of dry coughs tore from Castiel’s throat as he entered the barnhouse, arm reflexively lifting to cover his nose and mouth throughout. He squinted through the debris, half-gaze scanning the interior of the structure. Dead. Nothing moves within, not even the spiders that would naturally make home in the nooks of crevices or crannies. Carefully did he bring himself forth, eye following the staircase that led to the upper floor. A trembling hand extended, brushing across the splintered and dry railing as his foot, even with his skeleton-body, procured a violent creak from the first step. Perhaps, this place warned his curiosity in its sudden outburst, but he would not allow it to get the best of him. Again, a step forth, and he soon found himself in the belly of misery. Dried, cracked, and seemingly lapped at by the barn’s rodent inhabitants, that smear and pool of blood had never been cleaned. The knife was missing, though, that much Castiel recognized. The pale of once-water had either been drunk or evaporated, but the cause did not sate the internalized response. Heat crept at Castiel’s neck, causing the air’s dust to stick to his skin, and his legs locked in place. Every angle of his mind screamed at him, perforated his intent, sought to tear apart whatever ridiculous game he played with the trauma. Truth be told, he didn’t know why he was here. He hadn’t returned since that day, and since that day, he writhed in the depths of regret. He squirmed, much comparable to a worm, in the bowels of sloth and woe. Yet, he stared, so fervently at the empty spot on the derelict floorboards. Perhaps, he thought, if he stared hard enough, he may be able to play a game of eye-spy with his missing silver eye. There came the throaty croak of a crow, who perched in the window sill at Castiel’s left. With a sharp flinch did it break him from his trance, and he stared towards the bird with unspoken animosity. “Go, shoo,” Castiel warned, making some vague gesture towards the crow with his hands. It did not. It stared back with its marble, glossy eye, as if to taunt the conflicted man. “I said go, get out of here!” again did he call, this time taking a step forth, then two, then three, before he found himself in a deft lunge towards the window. The crow made off with a vibrant flap of its wings through the air, Castiel left lingering in its spot as his hands gripped the window sill white-knuckled. And yet, perhaps there was some value to his outburst, some good outcome to this hellish experience. His gaze caught a glimpse of something long abandoned. A book.

i am a simple woman, i see jentos post? i upvote

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✔ Alex or Steve model?

As you can see I've decided to open skin commissions again. Skin auctions aren't really cutting it, so I'm hoping commissions will help make me a few bucks. As not to overload myself, I'll be starting off with three slots on a first-come-first-serve basis. If you wish to be put on a reserved list for a slot, simply comment below the post and I'll move down the replies in order for every slot that opens up. also give me rep and help me on my journey to 6k rep :3 Information I can skin: - Armor - Dresses - Casual Attire - Guild or military uniforms (inform me if such) - Base skins - Hair I will not skin: - Kharajyr base skins - Olog base skins - Complex "monster" skins Disclaimer: this is not to say that I absolutely will not skin monster skins, just that, it depends on the complexity of your request. Feel free to ask! - Paypal only - USD only - After payment is made and the skin is shaded, no changes can be made - A visual reference of your skin is required Examples Casual Attire 10-13 USD Armor 14-16 USD Disclaimer: These are older skins, and the shading style I currently use is more reflective of the above skins rather than the ones below, however I can use my old shading style if you prefer something less intense Base Skins 5-7 USD If you wish to commission me, comment below using the following format Username: Discord: Skin Reference: Alex or Steve model: Skin details, if any (the more, the better): Slots: 0/3 - Empty - Empty - Empty Updated: May 7th Waiting List:

why would i go out of my way to emote at other people when i can stand around for 7 hours a day tabbed out hoping that someone approaches me and offers me magic

Welcome to the server :) If youd ever like to RP, I usually hang out in Oren. If you have any questions about the server or lore-related matters, feel free to shoot me a DM at un-w#9099 friend

mod team won't be able to differentiate a land scar from a door knob

this pretty much hit the nail on the head regardless, @SlitheryC1, I'm always proud to see new players giving their hand at lore writing. it's a tough beast to tackle even for some veteran players on the server. the team is always open to hearing your ideas and offering advice in the story discord :) best of luck with future endeavors. if you ever want to chat or ask questions, my DMs are always open un-w#9099

I joined ST a week ago, but my LOTC life hasn't been the same since. Ever since getting the green tag, I've had various ST approach me in DMs begging me to be their magic student. I've been offered siliti, varg, paladinism, blood magic, alchemy, naztherak, templar, frost witch, necromancy, and pretty much every other playable magic and CA there is. It's honestly difficult to choose between which I want to play just because I have so many opportunities. This never happened before I was ST. Before I was ST, I was a lowlife greasy-fingered neckbeard like the rest of you non-ST. My character was meaningless without magic. Life was fruitless. Bleak. Now, whenever I emote my character smirking and baring his fangs in the process (the emote would be something like, *smirks, baring his fangs in the process), every egirl within a 50 block radius swoons. Every day I run down the streets of Providence while my horde of fans flock at my heel, desperate to breathe the same air as me. Even squakhawk regrets letting me onto the ST because he didn't realize power I had over people as an ST. It's both a curse and a blessing.

favorite genre of RP? least favorite?

we get it, you dont think its funny