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glad to see you found another outlet for your crack fueled emotional anguish

it is lore bloat. there are like 900000000 different magics and they can barely keep track of it as it is. people dont know what you can and cannot do with magics that have existed for years and its a constant source of grief and honestly just makes rp more boring. why add even more complexity ontop of an already steaming pile of magical ****? at what point does it stop? will you just keep bloatmaxxing magics until every user who's had it for a few months is demi-god status and every single subtype of magic is some sort of combat magic that is trying to outdo other types in terms of combat usefulness? this just seems like another example of the magical lore arms race mages seem to be doing in order to become THE lord of the craft. all im saying is that i dont think we need yet another addition to the magical conglomerate of assfuckery which envelops every single aspect of lotc as already is. stop doing magic.

oh sick more magical bullshit thats really what we need

too much berserk/stalker actually you brainlet

Names are added to the wall of the dead. "In memory of the Hexicanum Marked, Vicelin de Reden and Viktor of Svengard, who lost their lives in the line of duty. May they rest in peace."

just get rid of it

just get rid of it

^you

-Horens bow to Avenel -In contact with aliens -Possesses psychic-like abilities -Controls Oren with an iron but fair fist -Own castles & banks globally -Direct descendant of the ancient Avalier blood line -Will bankroll the first cities in the Void (Avenelton will be be the first city) -Owns 99% of magic research facilities in the Creator's Universe -First mathic age babies will in all likelihood be Avenel test tube gubgub babies -said to have 215+ IQ, such intelligence in Axios has only existed deep in Wizard monasteries & the Sutican tavern -Ancient snow elf scriptures tell of an angel who will descend upon Axios and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them -Owns Mechanical Scarab R&D labs around the world -You likely have Mechanical Scarabs inside you right now -Avenel is in regular communication with the Aenguls Aeriel and Xan, forwarding the word of the Creator to the descendants. Who do you think set up the meeting between the Pontiff & the Dwarven High Priest? (First meeting between the two organisations in over 1000 years) and arranged the Dwarven leader’s first trip to Oren in history literally a few days later to the Avenel bunker in the Sky? -Learned to speak fluent Auvergnian in a week -Nations entrust their gold reserves with Avenel. There’s no gold in the Imperial Treasury, only in Avenel's sky castle -Avenel is about 12 centuries old, from the space-time reference point of the base human currently accepted by our society -In reality, he is a timeless being existing in all points of time and space from the big bang to the end of the universe. We don’t know his ultimate plan yet. We hope he is a benevolent being.

**** ive been looking for something like this forever top notch work +100

*making so many cities was extreme you can have a big map with a low amount of settlements. small maps with cities crammed in within 1000 blocks of each other is dumb

Vicelin watches his brother speak with crossed arms, his eyes scanning any onlookers to gauge their reactions.

The icy wind bit deep into their flesh, made only worse by their damp attire from wading through the glacial river, their hearts pounded and the adrenaline in their blood made it easy enough to ignore. Gore coated their faces and hands, thankfully not their own. "They're all around us, damn it!" hollered Haddock, lagging behind a bit as he wrestled with one of Mordring's many ghouls, eventually managing to thrust his dagger into its eye. "Keep moving!" shouted Veidan as he drew back his bow and skillfully picked off one of the riders, causing its body to tumble down the sheer rock face near them, its guts spilling out as it impaled itself on a sharp rock. The men ran through the frigid valley, dead archers and swordsmen attacking them all the while. Haddock was struck in the arm and Veidan hurt his leg after rolling down a hill to escape a few of the riders. But the combined efforts of both men was just enough to beat them away, just barely. Nothing but mist and the moans of the beasts closing in on them filled the air. They supported each other as they hobbled through the wastes, arms slung over each others shoulders, using their collective strength to push forwards, away from the horde. A familiar feeling, one they had both experienced many years prior when facing their childhood enemies. "You fuckin' bastards don't know who you're messing with!" shouted a young Veidan, about fifteen years ago, throwing himself at kids twice his size. Haddock soon charged in afterwards, often cursing his friends impulsiveness. After they were both beaten back down they hobbled home so that their welts and broken bones could be mended, using each other as support. Things hadn't changed much. The groaning of their assailants eventually dissipated, their many rotten figures losing them in the vast whiteness of the tundra. They were alone, in this blank canvas of a place, naught but each others blood to keep each other warm. They kept hobbling along like they had done so many times before, one carrying the other when he was too weak to go on, but Haddock felt his grip slacken, and he fell to a knee. He layed there in the wastes, Veidan suddenly fading away as if it were all a dream. "No! Don't leave me!" he cried, reaching out to where Veidan once was, his hand finding naught but frozen air. "We always have each others backs, remember?!" he yelled, his voice breaking as he struggled to hold back tears. He looked down at his hands started to crumbled away into ash, staining the crisp white snow beneath him black. He lifted his head in a panick, spotting the body of someone familiar. Meryl. He cried out her name, but no words came out and he staggered through the snow, holding her pale form in his grasp. He held her up to him and began to cry, his body continuing to crumble away as he held the love of his life who had been ripped from his grasp so young before. "Finally..." he whispered, pressing her chest to his, "I'm with you again."

A name is added to the wall of the dead. "In memory of Gansem Thersist, who lost his life in the line of duty. May he rest in peace."

pure 100% japanese judo chopped wagyu beef and ginger To fully comprehend the importance of pizza toppings both metaphysically and otherwise we must first look into the psychology of pizza toppings. Pineapple is a sweet pizza topping and when enjoyed by a pizza eater it is clear that they are someone who enjoys the sweeter things in life and will pursue these pleasures no matter how depraved or out of place and revolutionary a pineapple on a pizza may be. This is in sharp contrast to the anti-pineapple pizza eater who is repulsed at the idea of such an affront to traditional pizza tastes and would be simply ashamed if anyone in his or her family would enjoy fruit toppings on a pizza. Pizza traditionalists will often be happy with something as basic as a pepperoni pizza due to its simple savour and popularity with the masses. It is here where we see a clear divide between traditionalists and progressives when it comes to pizza toppings. Many pizza companies such as pizzahut and crust have experimented with what they can get away with when dealing with pizza toppings. They have come up with wild and wacky new ideas such as tandoori chicken pizzas and sushi toppings, reflecting the increasing cultural and ethnic diversity in the west today. It seems that pizza progressives have, in fact, taken over the pizza industry and are now filling their menus with extremely bizarre new toppings in an effort to appeal to the vocal minority of the pizza progressives, forcing pizza traditionalists to go to more and more extreme lengths to get their topping of choice. But the pizza conflict is not as simple as progressives vs traditionalists, no, it goes deeper. There is a new and controversial faction in the pizza conflict. The pizza patricians. Normally made up off the upper classes of society who can afford buying pizzas out of the normal price ranges, pizza patricians will often fill their pizzas with expensive foods such as wagyu beef or five star chef cooked sirloin steaks. The pizza patrician represents a "third way" of pizza politics, an edgy and new way to rebel against both the traditionalists and the progressives. Thus, we find ourselves in a three way conflict. All in all it is clear that most factions in the pizza conflict are geared towards a revolution against the old system of bland, tired old pizza toppings without personality. Pizza progressives are essentially younger pizza patricians who instead of following the path of good taste have veered radically off to the side and into the fruity world of pineapple toppings. All sides have their radicals, with few centrists on either side in this conflict. Pizza progressives have come up with atrocities such as this: While pizza traditionalists have become so upset with the progressives that they refuse to use toppings at all: Meanwhile, pizza patricians are now resorting to making veritable feasts such as this: The pizza conflict is truly a volatile situation and could devolve into violence at any moment. We must remember, however, that pineapple is an objectively bad topping and whoever likes it is seriously fucked in the head and needs to get themselves checked out at a shrink