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  1. As the blind man could not see, he would not be informed of such decision. After a long while of standing in front of the missive, a kind Samaritan read it aloud for him.
  2. Farewell, Cook of the Far Lands- May your spatula create masterpieces that rival Gordon Ramsey...
  3. A blind Vilac sat idlily on the edge of a particular dock, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He stirred the contents of the bottle before taking a large gulp, "I'm sorry..." he muttered to himself. He poured the rest of the alcohol into the ocean and promptly tossed the bottle, "That one's on me." The man went on to practically talk to himself. He spoke to the ocean, the seagulls, or even to GOD himself. Wilhelm had given up. He wasn't even sure who he was talking to. All he wanted was for someone to listen. He figured at least the seas would.
  4. The a fellow sailor that served with the blind Vilac informed him of the existence of the missive. Wilhelm requested if he'd read it aloud. "Oh no... Anyway," commented the blind Vilac upon hearing the missive in it's entirety, going back to having a completely different conversation with his fellow crewmates.
  5. The Kraken Sleepeth The blind Privateer awoke in the courtyard of Fort Sheffield, a bottle in hand. The stench of strong alcohol lingered around as the crew of the Marion shuffled about their daily routines. Wilhelm opens his eyes, quickly forming into slits as he makes contact with the natural sunlight. The wind gently swayed the swing in which he laid. With a curled lip and wrinkled nose, Alikos Bayac approached where the Vilac lay, sending a kick towards the wooden post nearest the man's head in the hopes of stirring him, “Master Vilac,” sighed the Arbiter, a leather-clad hand deftly stretching forth to seize the bottle from the inebriated man's grasp. “It's been weeks. Months. Explain to me how this,” he paused, raising the bottle and casting a cold, disdainful eye over it, "is going to return your vision." The Vilac acknowledged the presence of his Captain, waving the bottle around haphazardly before it was snatched away, “It will if I let it… Maybe, when I die, I’ll be able to see again…” He simply lay there, defeated by what had become of him. An injury acquired on the ship he sailed on, never to be forgotten. His blurry gaze shifted over to attempt to examine the Captain’s attire- but to no avail. All he saw were indescribable blurs, similar to looking through a pane of frosted glass. "The only thing you'll be seeing is the inside of a coffin," the Bayac uttered softly, head shaking. "After the worms eat your eyelids, that is." The bottle of hooch was promptly turned upside down, the remnants of liquor spilling out onto the grass below. "Sober up," he commanded flatly, turning his face. "If you can't find a way to fix the situation yourself, find me. I'll see what I can do." As Wilhelm witnessed the blur get further and further away, he let out a heavy sigh, rising from the swing as he used a lanky tree branch as a white cane- obviously, he would just about bump into anything that wasn’t well color-defined; bushes, walls, furniture with sharp corners. Eventually, he managed to make it to his room moderately deep into the fort. As he entered, he… couldn’t see his room’s details. Anger swirled within him, his arms shaking as the emotion flowed through his muscles. He throws the branch across the room, hitting a potted plant, and lets out an excruciating wail that could have only originated from his soul. The wail echoed throughout the room, and quite possibly that area of the keep, as he promptly threw himself on the bed nearby. He silently wept himself to sleep thereafter. ————— The pounding rain crashed against the ship's deck, thunder roaring from above. The ship violently swayed from side to side as the waves determined its direction. Lightning would occasionally break through the gaps in the clouds. A poor situation to find yourself in while whale-hunting. Wilhelm, atop the crow’s nest, scanned the area for any signs of whales through the tidal surges. Though, he could find nothing. For a moment, Wilhelm had come to a realization. This is the same nightmare he’d been living through every time he succumbed to sleep, drawing a parallel to the recent traumatic event. For reasons beyond him, he was conscious in his nightmare; fully aware. He thought that, perhaps, he’d been given a second chance to reverse what had befallen him. When it came to climbing back down the crow’s nest, he was hesitant. He patiently waited second after second, minute after minute. Yet, what he was expecting… never came. After a few moments, he deemed the time was right and decided to climb back down the ladder that led to the nest. It took him about a minute or so before he’d reach the spot in which his nightmare always ended; five meters from the deck of the ship. Once he reached the exact spot, he stopped. He swiftly braced for some sort of impact… but it never came. For the moment, he was almost relieved. That was until he shifted his foot to the next step down the ladder. That step would trigger his nightmare to continue in its chronological order. The powerful force of a massive animal would unexpectedly rock the ship from an unknown direction, causing Wilhelm to lose his footing on the ladder and fall backward… just as he has, and just as he will. As he fell, the bright red color of the Marion’s sails would be the last thing he’d ever see clearly. Wilhelm was emotionally broken. For a moment, he had hope. Hope that he'd have the opportunity to change his fate and alter his future. He punctually closed his eyes as he now accepted the fact that the back of his head would always hit the wooden deck below. However, once his head made contact with the wood, it immediately broke into various pieces, and Wilhelm had fallen completely through the ship’s hull into the lightning-illuminated deep blue sea. An intense feeling of panic and fear filled his bones… as the nightmare did not usually end this way. Once Wilhelm was deep underwater, he would be greeted by a leviathan-sized Kraken. Its bright-red glowing orbs fixated on Wilhelm as the indescribably elongated arms crushed the ship above. “Hello- my lost child.” its words reverberated through the water, though somehow they were completely understandable by Wilhelm. He practically froze in the water, he was physically unable to move. Or rather, it’s not that he couldn’t move, but his fear and bewilderment forced him to remain paralyzed. “Shield the gaze in which you lack, only then will you gain what you had back.” riddled the cryptic kraken in deliberate cadence. It then proceeded to dash towards Wilhelm at an unimaginable pace, its toothy maw preparing to consume him. After mere seconds, Wilhelm was consumed by the darkness of the kraken. ————— Wilhelm awoke to gasp for air, almost as if trying to come up from the water parting. The only light that crept in from the windows was that of the moonlight. He came to shortly realize he still could not see. After a minute or so of trying to comprehend his vivid nightmare, he placed his palms over his eyes, massaging them to remove the drowsy sensation. Once he was done, he held his palms there for a moment, allowing his chocolate-colored pearls to open… “Holy shit…”
  6. Complete opposite, actually. I personally would love to see more players attempting the Voidal magics. Too many funny little vampires around... not enough good mage RP
  7. i dread the day that funny dragon people become blood wizards
  8. goddamit Nerevar, HOW MANY MORE TIMES DO WE TO REMIND YOU TO TAKE A BREAK
  9. Name: Edmund Terrance Age: Some old guy Culture: Imperial Reason for Enlistment: A traveling scholar and alchemist looking for a place to bestow knowledge. Experience (if any): An large sum of knowledge in history and an extensive background in the alchemical arts. ((MC Name)): BoyWonderr ((Discord Tag)): you guys know the funny tag
  10. I don't think a full removal is completely necessary. Signed items, unsigned items, and other roleplay related items definitely need to be out of the Auction House. From what I've noticed, it takes away largely from merchant and stall RP. Which brings more activity to nations and to... the merchants themselves. Not to mention, it rapidly affects the economy of things. However, I do believe the auction house should still stay for buildings blocks, food, etc. Unless we bring back the old mining pits from the days of yore, I don't see why building blocks shouldn't be on the auction house. As for food, please don't bring back the wheat farm. That was an actual pain to get through. Everything RP related = No auction house Everything not RP related = Could be on the auction house
  11. So, I personally love everything about this post. The additions, the clarifications, all of it. My LARGEST concern is the Cannibalism. I think it's extremely flawed and I will tell you why. Thematically, it does not make too much sense to me. The whole reason of the Siliti is that they cannot die. They are forced to live with the fact that they are immortal and even IF they wanted to killed themselves, they can't. I think the coffin is a good enough solution because it allows for the eventual hope that one day, a character can be released from that prison. The other issue about the Cannibalism section is that it can be abused so, SO easily. Mordu writes lore for good RolePlayers but, with all due respect, I think he forgets he plays on LoTC. The community on here can be inclined to promote and preform goonery. Not to mention it is a lot more common than some people believe it to be. I don't believe the Siliti are overpowered in the slightest. The only thing that makes them a powerful magic, is the Blood Magic addition itself. A Siliti without Blood Magic is just a very underpowered vampire. A very simple vampire. Overall, I have ZERO issue with the lore post- I think it's a fantastic addition to the Siliti Lore. I think that if Mordu wanted this passed, he would need to remove the Cannibalism section in order for it to be picture-perfect.
  12. One of the best individuals I've ever RPed with. Every time our character met in that little workshop, we'd sit there for hours. Really wholesome rp and I really hope to see you back one day, brother. Take care my brotha!
  13. Discord: Wonder#1141 Bid: 250 mina Skin: Marksman
  14. Well- first off, I think it's extremely well-written. But most importantly, ITS UNIQUE. I love the fact that you came up with something that we just haven't seen before on LoTC and I think that's just absolutely fantastic. I can see where you got your inspiration from and I am seriously blown away. Out of all the things I could have imagined being added to the LoTC lore, this was by far one that I would have never seen coming. It beautiful, its interesting, and its unique enough to get the player base interested. This is definitely something I'd see a large player following for. A massive +1 from me!
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    RichardJGrayson

    Richard Johns was one of the two sons of Kota and Beth Sicarius. They are from thecontinent of Atlas. Richard always envied his brother. Due to his social statusin school and in the over all area. Though Richard always liked sitting at home andplaying pretend. He would always pretend to be a knight in shining armor. Beingable to save the princess. Though later, as time passed, he slowly became moreand more ani-social. But he was always a great person to talk to. His friends trustedhim with secrets, or even crushes. He would always enjoy being a part of thesmaller groups of his friends. He always did well when it came to school work.Always liked a girl all throughout his school years, but never got to tell herhis feelings. Though he told his brother about this girl, and his brother Bentleytook that girl away from him. They were together for so many years. But Richardwas always forced to be nice to him younger brother. His parents on the other handwere fairly average parents. Richard adored his mother. While his father, wasalways beating him every time he did something wrong. Such as not washing thedishes on time. His father Kota always favored his brother Bentley. Once theseboys became young men, their father came to them one day, and sat them down inthe living room. He spoke of these assassins that were ravaging the city.Killing anyone who did them wrong. At this glace the young men were scared tolose their lives to these assassins. Though something they did not know, wasthat their own father was an assassin as well. These young men did not know theirfathers secret until the age of 20. At the age where the “brotherhood” ofassassins were able to recruit any individual who shared their same interestsor political standings. At First, their father forced them to join thatbrotherhood. Richard never liked the idea, but Bentley joined without hesitation.Richy tried to talk his brother into it. Though as cocky as his brother was, hedidn’t listen. It took Richard a year and a half later decided to join the ranks of thisbrotherhood. Though later regretted his decision due to the amount of people hesaw hit the ground before any of innocent people could blink. There he wastrained to use a sword better than any guard could. Was there how he learned touse the art of stealth to his advantage. In the process of training, he heldonto a ledge wrong, and feel on his side, breaking his left arm. While in thisbrotherhood, he did not kill a single soul. But was very humble with theinformation he had acquired from these assassins. While Richard went home quicklythat night, said goodbye to his beloved mother. And left the next morning tothe docks. To see if he could catch a ship to the farthest continent away from whereAtlas was located. He couldn't find one that interested him. He got onto the ship unnoticed,because he did not know to pay for the ticket. He wanted to leave all the moneyto his mother later on. The ship eventually came to the continent and for 4months, Richard was walking around this continent admiring the landforms and thenearby kingdoms. Though he never entered any of them. He was also recently sendingbirds to a Godric Leeunwolf about a House he was selling. Drake bought thehouse via bird, and never heard of the Godric ever again. He finally arrived to Forkwoods, went to the nearest tavern, and grabbed a beer. He officially startedhis new life without his family or closest friends. It was time for a newbeginning. Until he realized the Assassin Order that wanted him dead had followed him to Forkwoods. Then again it was time for him to flee. this time growing out his hair to its fullest. This is where he finally left to the Pridelands. A place he hoped a better life than the one he had started.
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    Drake Sicarius was one of the two sons of Kota and Beth Sicarius. They are from thecontinent of Atlas. Drake always envied his brother. Due to his social statusin school and in the over all area. Though Drake always liked sitting at home andplaying pretend. He would always pretend to be a knight in shining armor. Beingable to save the princess. Though later, as time passed, he slowly became moreand more ani-social. But he was always a great person to talk to. His friends trustedhim with secrets, or even crushes. He would always enjoy being a part of thesmaller groups of his friends. He always did well when it came to school work.Always liked a girl all throughout his school years, but never got to tell herhis feelings. Though he told his brother about this girl, and his brother Bentleytook that girl away from him. They were together for so many years. But Drakewas always forced to be nice to him younger brother. His parents on the other handwere fairly average parents. Drake adored his mother. While his father, wasalways beating him every time he did something wrong. Such as not washing thedishes on time. His father Kota always favored his brother Bentley. Once theseboys became young men, their father came to them one day, and sat them down inthe living room. He spoke of these assassins that were ravaging the city.Killing anyone who did them wrong. At this glace the young men were scared tolose their lives to these assassins. Though something they did not know, wasthat their own father was an assassin as well. These young men did not know theirfathers secret until the age of 20. At the age where the “brotherhood” ofassassins were able to recruit any individual who shared their same interestsor political standings. At First, their father forced them to join thatbrotherhood. Drake never liked the idea, but Bentley joined without hesitation.Drake tried to talk his brother into it. Though as cocky as his brother was, hedidn’t listen. Drake a year and a half later decided to join the ranks of thisbrotherhood. Though later regretted his decision due to the amount of people hesaw hit the ground before any of innocent people could blink. There he wastrained to use a sword better than any guard could. Was there how he learned touse the art of stealth to his advantage. In the process of training, he heldonto a ledge wrong, and feel on his side, breaking his left arm. While in thisbrotherhood, he did not kill a single soul. But was very humble with theinformation he had acquired from these assassins. The day of his full “AssassinEnlightenment” he was to run assassination operation on one of the former kings. It was supposed to be a 6-man operation. Drake and his brother Bentleyboth went along side their father Kota. While Two Masters with their traineeswere also on the mission. Though something went horribly wrong on the castleroof, toward the end of their mission. One of the trainees slipped on a tileand struggled to hang on the nearest ledge. Drake quickly swoops in to try andgrab his arms. But, the trainees master yelled at Drake to stop helping him andlet the trainee figure himself out. But Drake refused to let the man go. Whenleast expected, the master pulled drake and the trainee from the ledge. Thetrainee gave Drake his thanks. But this is a moment Drake will never forget.The master grabbed his own trainee and dangled him over the ledge he couldn’t climbup himself. And dropped the trainee to the death. Drake gave a long stare atthe ledge as he had hope the trainee might have grabbed on to something. But henever did. They continued with their mission. Once they got to the king atmidnight, Bentley killed the King before any of the assassins could do anythingto plan something out. On his way back to the roof, a plank of wood was loose.And came crashing down along with Bentley. The guards were alerts that somethingmust have happened in the bedroom. The squadron of guards some rushing insidethe bedroom, to only see that their king is dead and Bentley on the floor. Theirfather, the trainee, the master, and Drake all jumped down to the scene to helpthe fallen brother. A huge fight broke out, and you could hear the swordsclashing. Everything was moving. The only light was the light of a full moonthrough a window. Two dead assassins laid on that floor. It was the other traineeand his master. 3 men left, and it was the Sicarius family. They had killed allthe guards… yet Drake had not killed a single man. He helped his brother out,and onto the roof. While this happened, both brothers were on the roof. Thoughthe father stayed behind to see if he could steal the Kings’ crown. The guardscame crashing in and captured their father Kota. Their father screamed “Run!”to his sons. As they both carefully came down the castle. When they came backto their hideout. They reported the news. Their father was captured and noother survivors besides the two brothers. These 2 were awarded their “Enlightenment”and were given their Honorary uniforms. Or suits per say. Drakes suit had a darkblue overcoat, with a white vest, and beige trousers. Along with black bootsand a red cloth that served as a belt, and black gloves. Both brothers knew the risks of howdangerous it was to stay in their hometown. Bentley stayed to see if he couldget his father out of a life sentence in prison. While Drake went home quicklythat night, said goodbye to his beloved mother. And left the next morning tothe docks. To see if he could catch a ship to the farthest continent away from whereAtlas was located. He couldn't find one that interested him. He got onto the ship unnoticed,because he did not know to pay for the ticket. He wanted to leave all the moneyto his mother later on. The ship eventually came to the continent and for 4months, Drake was walking around this continent admiring the landforms and thenearby kingdoms. Though he never entered any of them. He was also recently sendingbirds to a Godric Leeunwolf about a House he was selling. Drake bought thehouse via bird, and never heard of the Godric ever again. He finally arrived to Forkwoods, went to the nearest tavern, and grabbed a beer. He officially startedhis new life without his family or closest friends. It was time for a newbeginning. Until he realized the Assassin Order that wanted him dead had followed him to Forkwoods. Then again it was time for him to flee. this time growing out his hair to its fullest. This is where he finally left to the Pridelands. A place he hoped a better life than the one he had started.
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