Unwillingly

I agree 100%. I do enjoy CRP, though most of the time when you go into CRP against a stranger it doesn’t turn out too well. I play a bandit, and most of the time banditing ends up in a 3-4v1 scuffle. Usually it’s a lot of powergaming and people refusing that they lost, or people who flat out will not die while being attacked by 3+ people at once. Granted, I’m not perfect, though I have taken the time to research and understand the limits of my characters and the weapons they carry. People can get better at CRP, its just that a lot don’t bother to research or anything about weapons or how actual combat works :^( Thanks for this though ?

oh no this means i need 2 stay up past my bed time to see mineman epic map transition. . .

this is the kind of stuff that makes people wanna play snelves

dw we’ll make the cursus honorum become omething big in your memory, maybe we can make pvp and raids fun again ? cya tho o/

… You do realize that the community team members actually have things to do? Right? Right? They have... a life? And jobs... and... other things to do? right? They can’t just be sitting on minecraft all of the time. 15 hours is nothing- be patient.

Cyrene loves thinking out loud.

please make more

A torrent of cold rain falls down onto the veteran as she trudges through the snow in the dead of night— A rain that caused even some of the hardiest animals to take shelter from such conditions. She didn't know why she went in the direction she did, what on Atlas urged her to head there, not even what she should do upon arrival. Yet, there’s some gut feeling calling her there. Leading her, like a desire that has clawed away at her person with nothing but regret. Word had quickly spread of her disappearance. Have you heard? The princess went missing… They whisper. Some say she stepped down... Others say she was overthrown by her own council. Whenever she visits common towns or cities, she’d usually be met with glares or scowls of those she didn’t even recognize. It hurt more when it was from those who she once called a citizen. Once she had been a proud and straight-spined leader. Now, however, she’d be recognized as nothing more than a pathetic wanderer. She approaches the hulking walls of the Federation. Vines and moss had grown on it over years, though they're now frozen over and lifeless. Her gaze moves up before she continues, each step only adding a sense of abandonment and a depressing feeling of nostalgia. The gates are left open and the square is empty at this time of night, which seemed to give the city an eerie atmosphere, contrasting with what she remembered it as. Stopping, she looks around. Usually, the square is filled with drunken laughs from the tavern or random chatter from the Sutican denizens, but there isn’t now. Silence replaces laughter and talking. Luckily, she wouldn’t need to worry about needing to hide or go unseen— The only chance of her being seen is through the window of a home. After all, there’s nothing suspicious about a hooded figure roaming the streets in the middle of the night, is there? She walks the streets, where tiny snowflakes collect on her clothes. Her mind wanders as her gaze remains low. History repeats itself, she thinks. She likes to believe that leading the federation simply comes with misfortune, but another part of her is saying that what happened to her was more than just a coincidence— that it was more than just an accident. Perhaps it was a chance. A chance to start anew. She has started anew, but she's yet to convince herself she's taken the lighter path. She stops as ice cracks under her boots, looking at the home which she once lived so happily in. She stands face to face with the frozen door as if expecting a familiar face to step out and greet her, but he doesn’t. Instead, the door stares back at her just as she stares at it, completely static. Soon, she lifts a hand and grips the frozen handle of the door, turning it. Ice cracks off and falls as the door lets out a squeak something akin to a screaming piglet. She steps in slowly, leading a small trail of snow in after herself. The room is dank and dusty. It’s clear that the furniture within had not been moved or even touched in a very, very long time. The mere smell of the room nearly made her recoil, but she moves deeper into the room regardless. She heads upstairs, quite reluctant to lift her eyes and look around in fear of memories she'd recall in this very room. She focuses on the patterns of the stone floor briefly before lifting her head, observing the room. It was just as expected, yet completely untouched. The first thing she noticed was the bed. Even the covers and blankets remained in the same spot they had been in since she had last slept there— Alone, that is. The windows are cracked and scratched but are otherwise unbroken while the nearby furniture and tables collect dust and dead insects. After a moment of inspecting the area, she looks to the nearby bed. “Atlas…” she mumbles to herself, stepping forth as she looks down to the bed. Something crawls beneath the dusty blankets, so she slowly reaches down and yanks them up. Two field mice stare up at her momentarily before skittering away, leaving her alone once more. She kicks off her boots and removes the heavy coat she wore, dropping it on the floor carelessly. She goes to hesitantly lay down in the bed, moving to her side on the left near the wall. The bed creaks harshly as she does such. She sneezed almost every minute or two as her nose became increasingly itchy due to the amount of dust in the room, but her eyes soon grew heavy enough to shut. Despite this, she remained awake for quite some time, listening to the chill of the wind and skittering of mice. She stares at the empty spot beside herself, trying to remember the face that once stared back at her, but can hardly move her thoughts away from who used to occupy the space. She pretends that he stares back at her, but he doesn’t. The mice will have to accompany her tonight.

sry but share some of ur talent with me plz this is amazing

can we get confirmation from tarre about this? "to have your art earn a spot within our next map" @TarreBear

I agree regarding the PK clause. It will just make other people go after one another. If a nation leader is couped and killed even though they dont want to PK, that would be quite unfair to the one getting couped.

Tldr, rules are on this server for a reason. If there are no rules for something such as this, this server would be nothing but a toxic cesspool where people use OOC to get to each other instead of RP. This server would be a whole lot worse if there were no rules for coups. “Just keep it to RP” That’s not something that can work at all. You could say the same thing for raids and warclaims. What stops people from MCly breaking blocks to get into a city if they emote such? What stop people from raiding with 20+ men every other day? What stops people from instantly warclaiming a city with no CB? People are here to have fun, not live out their conquest dreams on a mineman fantasy server. This is actually put really well and I have to agree 100%. I haven’t actually read over the coup rules yet but I’ve just heard people saying “wahh keep it to RP” and stuff. Don't keep it to RP, just make this be something very flexible and free, yet controlling.

Somewhere, Cyrene laughs upon hearing the news for precisely 3.9 seconds.

“Oh, wonderful, now Sutica has clans.” a familiar wood elf comments.

nectorist is a very wrong man, someone please tell him this

very cool kanye

How do you feel the community itself has changed over the years? How do you feel the quality or type of RP has changed over the years? Who is it you look up to the most, when it comes to RP and OOC?

Somewhere, a familiar elf lets out a cackle upon hearing of the letter. “I’ve heard whispers of Sutica’s leader. People are beginning to call for her blood. You should tell her that, and tell her to be careful. This ‘pride’ the few guards still have won’t last much longer. She’ll be her own undoing.”

this man shelved the entire snow elven race the man did it tbh just shelf all elves, lets all just become humans