Mickaelhz

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"Wish ah cud read, bet da wee feller's duuin' moar dehn jus' guud." Mumbled Utak Ireheart.

IGN: Mickaelhz RP NAME: Utak Ireheart CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart

A Change For The Better "They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself." In times recent, our nation has become barren. How can a Grand Kingdom be grand when its population does not equate to its title? In times past, a group of remarkable individuals came together in the aim of making the kingdom something more. Once again a like minded group, not willing to stand for the kingdom to fall into stagnancy, steps forward. We as a group aim to work to further the interests of the signatories of this pact both diplomatically and politically for the end-goal of undoing the damage that has been wrought to the kingdom from inactivity and incompetence. The time has come for action. It is time for the Dwarves to embrace a new era of change and ideas. We must oust the old and flawed ways that have plagued our Grand Kingdom for this long and stagnant reign. With these progressive ideas in mind, the signatories demand an immediate public and democratic election and have agreed to support and shove forth Durorn Ireheart for Grand King, believing he will be a strong symbol of Dwarven strength and prosperity in Jorvin Starbreaker’s stead. The signatories agree to do everything in their might to ensure a bright future for our Grand Kingdom by ushering in Durorn Ireheart as their new Grand King. May our ancestors look over us as we start this initiative, for they know we are doing the right thing. Signatures :

"AHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH RUFF-RUFF, DOGS." Vilko Eiriksson shouts in a drunken rage. The elderly man painted his chest and face blue, preparing for battle.

91 on trouble in toontown cuz i was right, nothing done abt the issue tho.. still no admin reply.

Even-Out Evening 11th of Snow's Maiden, Year 3 of The Second Age Video Première link : Our last public announcement yielded great success, with those on ‘the band of the hours’ side giving a thunderous standing ovation. Cheering our name in the streets as we at last redistributed the surplus amount of wealth to those in need of it, while also liberating them from the shackles of society. No longer will the oppressors of these lands turn their noses up and look down upon the common man, for they will soon be eating alongside their unfortunate necessitous peers. To do this, another plan had to be devised, to show the hard-working that our group of mere men will stop at nothing to bring the pigs to heel. Our men were once wallowing in the depths of society too, by your side, yet they raised their consciousness from the bottomless abyss. To ensure that nobody would have to live like them again, underneath the frilly heel of a pompous Nobleman. At long last sticking at nothing until a true to man societal reform is put into place, not a true to nobleman reform. They are the outnumbered ones in this world, yet they still feel so inclined to treat us without regard. Thus, in no more than a singular winter’s night, a plan was hatched. ACT 1 - The Bank Heist The plan was as plain as a picture book; for the foe was as easy to read as a three year olds idle scribblings. Their discipline is similar to that of the crayons colored outside of the lines in a picture book. We were to steal as many of their tax slips as possible, handing them out to the backbone of their nation thereafter, the farmers. So with talk of their military gloating about a singular, yet entirely false killing of one of our comrades, we knew that we had to return them from their childlike fantasy; the reality in which we controlled. Due to bolstering our five champions, myself included, not one intruding thought passed through our minds as we strode into the bustling city, when it was most alive. Upon entering the city, distant clashes of metal and inept barking were easily discerned by our five. The Imperial State Army was in the midst of conducting their typical improper training. Then within half of a second, our leader echoed his voice to make himself known to those dwelling inside of their grandiose yet compensating haunt. Hurtling into the bank after, two of us hovered over the rest with torches while they set about cracking into their many safes. Before we knew it, the bank was surrounded by the Empire’s trembling soldiers, all donning scarlet red. We hastily departed from their governmental building, being greeted by the named army at hand. We knew from our last raid there was nothing in the slightest to fret about, as numbers mean little if incompetency is the only thing your army is renowned for. So we stood there, without a singular bead of sweat upon our brows, our shoulders straight and chests out. As the Imperial State Army fumbled into ranks, we yet noticed that not one of their soldiers could yet equal our mens heights, not even if one were to stand on another's shoulders. Our up-and-coming companion, who was new to the company, uttered lowly, “My comrade, they have thrice our numbers.” Lacking a second inbetween, our leader responded with “Yes,” his voice sounding both resonant and composed. For half an hour, our group ran their horde around their own city, hurling our torches towards buildings that had previously been marked on the eve before. Hopscotching from wall to wall subsequently, our destination had been found without a singular scratch showing on our bodies. Once we had climbed down from their tallest wall of all, we reached to our sides and all pulled our flasks into our grasps. We cheered and clinked our drinks together, while the soldiers above contemplated saving their buildings or giving chase to our smaller force. One eager rapscallion, foaming at the mouth and hair dripping off his head as though a razor had been taken to it slipped. This was the fault of none other than a well-placed banana peel, all according to plan. The other soldiers, mistaking a genuine slip for some form of leadership, followed suit, and plummeted into the field. Their leadership needed to show that their city was safe, they could not simply allow mere freedom fighters to combat them again and triumph. The people of Providence fund them, yet in every circumstance their funding is misplaced. So it was their time to shine, to prove their worth in a time so vital, and shine they did. Not in triumph, no. Not in mere stalemate either. They shined in waves of their own flickering blood, all cut down and put to rest. Each of them sharing a blood-curdling scream, as they clawed at the walls that were supposed to protect them. There was nothing to save them from it all, they might have stuck together at first but they shattered at the first sign of loss. They were so displaced from the initial charge, that our men frolicked between them without being impeded, the red tide mistaking foe for friend. After hearing the jaw of their General crack under the pressure of ‘Ts’ steel-lined boot, their swarm lost all composure and dispersed like lambs running away from a wolf. Their feet could not be trusted either, being effortlessly caught up to and crushed by the infamous ‘roadrunners’. Their numbers continued to grow thinner and thinner, much like the hairlines of the sharks at the very top of the inferior scarlet army. They did not stand a chance. Outmatched by our tacticians and outdone by the unparalleled synergy of our men, the ISA realised that outside of their imposing walls, they are nothing and will never be anything besides training dummies for their betters. There was not a thing that could have saved them from the outside, their weak mental strength faltering as soon as they tasted the fresh and free air outside. That ends the tail of the butchering of the Imperial Army, yet, not a singular simple man was hurt that day. I propose you cease in paying their wages and instead invest in more gardens, for flowers give as much protection as the ISA can provide. Perhaps then, we shall see a smile upon General Peter Baldwin D’Arkent’s face. ACT 2 - Dark Elf Liberation While the named group above was occupied laying an entire army to rest, another group of like-minded individuals was picked for a similar task. This army was larger though, to everyone's surprise, proved much more primitive and further intellectually incapable. Laying low in a thicket just off of the capital of Elvensse, the group lay their eyes upon a predetermined figure, another oppressor of the people. No minute was made to waste, so they darted after him and dragged him to a steep cliffside, where a boat was waiting for their arrival. Just as they had arrived, in the course of traipsing down to their port of call, an army almost four times the size of our force met them. They were cornered upon all sides, the steep cliffside lingering behind them and the Wood Elven army bearing arms in front of them. The Elves all had vicious smirks spread across their thinned lips, yet they soon curtailed and contorted into angst frowns. Our men had all taken a second of silence before plunging from the cliffside and into the dangerous waters; leaps of faith. If a passerby was to roam by, they would have screamed bloody mary and proclaimed it a mass suicide. Fortunately it was not the case, the group plunged deep and raised to the surface within moments, all drawing thin and shattered breaths. With their hearts in their mouths, they tread the water and looked up in disbelief as the opposing soldiers started to rain from the sky. It was an impulsive decision quite clearly from their lesser-trained military, all plopping into the water, but more so diving into death’s door. Just like sharks to fish, the Ferryman at the top of their chain pulled the dagger-eared men one by one under the water. In which a minute would pass before a body would float to the surface in a puddle of blood. The weak-chinned Elves began to panic, already realising that certain defeat was guraunteed. It was magic, seeing such a force disappear in no more than five minutes. However, their force had not been the only thing to have faded away, as our kidnapped target had given into death. We might have lost a valuable hostage, but the spoils gathered were greater than the price paid for any singular Elf; feeding the mouths of many. It is time for revolution friends. Do not give into the listed oppression and allow us Ferryman to lead the charge, for our minds lie with you, not ourselves. We hope to see you, common men and women, at our side when the evening comes. The evening where every palace on this realm is plundered. We will tear the golden coating from their pillars and provide some good in this shallow world. Written by: Dyselxic

An Eye for an Eye writing by : Dyselxic "A sailor must enter murky waters before entering the golden shores." - The man with the hat It brings our company great elation at long last to announce that our introductory series of targeted acts have gone down without a hitch. These acts against the spoiled wealthy have seen that many impoverished mouths have been nourished by our hand; the mina collected has satisfied hundreds, finally a rightful distribution of wealth has occurred. We have made it our responsibility to run down the chain of command of the ISA, the so-called “Protectors of the People”, better identified as the oppressors of the people. Control is their desire, yet they trip on their illusions of power, and their bulbous stomachs. Keeping all in check without a second chance, domineering you to live as instructed and even holding sway over your own mind in a way. To put a stop to this corrupt hierarchy we, the Ferrymen, went about starting from the top of this refractory chain. To divulge, it was with a man whom was particularly heavy-headed and spite-ridden. We caught him with his immoderate trousers down, out on the roads where he truly belongs. Not in their upscaled palace, nor with his ornamented uniform, but in the streets of Providence without a head on his shoulders. For what is the point of possessing a head, if you only use the volume of it to create tallies with its creases? In the following few days, a masterful raid plan was hatched upon their grand city, meticulously arranged to ensure no simple man, woman or child was left suffering in its wake. Whilst Imperial soldiers claim competency, and an unyielding heart, by the end they had been reduced to hysterical children adorned in lavish though ill-fitting red and dusty boots. Therefore, it was improbable that these snivelling worms would wriggle their way from their hovels, for when an animal is frightened it does not leave the safety of its home; not even to protect its own kin. With that, we all knew leading them onto the roads was evidently near impossible, considering that the last time a force of the Imperial’s own was brought, it was torn apart in a trice. The named spat was settled by our few, yet determined Ferryman, in only a matter of minutes. One would think the self titled most proficient army of Almaris would be able to repel such a threat, but no, these days they cower behind their towering walls. Leaving their own people to be taxed on the roads, how spineless of them. It was a risky maneuver, with much that could have led the plan astray. Our group aimed to test our greenest men rather than the battle-hardened elites of the group, for the group is one of opportunity and learning. The aim was to see whether the recruits would hold with the prickling sensation of pressure delving into their sides. Naturally, against the unversed and gluttonous Imperial State Army, victory for the group seemed to already linger in the air; even considering their inexperience. Thus, the plan was enacted. The last embers of the sun began to trickle out of sight, cascading delicately across the darkening landscape; camouflaging those beneath the sky. It was with that, that all were instructed to conceal themselves entirely just outside of the city, namely in the thick shrubbery out front of their vast walls. There we waited patiently for a signal to be given. “Heads for yes, and tails for no,” I asked under my breath to my fellow companion, whom was laying low in the bush by my right flank. He plainly responded with, “Tails.” Without another word, the coin was swiftly tossed up into the air, being trailed by my keen eye as a result. Just as the flickering metal bounded towards the ground, a sharp whistle was resounded. It rang through the ears of our group of five, the signal for us to ensue was as clear as day. The coin was left falling, for the latter of us instantaneously rose to our feet and gave our leader chase, toward the gate; into the heart of the Holy Orenian Empire. We were left unknowing of what exactly was sitting deep within the crevices of their walls, but our sense of purpose carried us through regardless. It is easier to make a plan than to set one into motion. Most falter when sent head-first into a fray, but our green boys did not. Set forward into their mission, they adhered to it without a tee or without a singular flaw. We all darted into one of their many government buildings, forcing all inside to leave. Myself and two others eventually reached their clinic, where a woman was in the midst of giving birth, herself being guided by two wide-eyed soldiers. “Out, except for the medic and the woman atop the bed,” our leader instructed, lifting a torch above his head, illuminating the dimly lit room. As expected, the narrow-minded soldiers struggled and refused despite the anguished, birthing woman saying otherwise, wasting one minute too much of the precious time at hand. The fuss between it all resulted in the rest of our group outside being swamped, a firm callout for help was discerned. We of course expected this and fleetingly left the clinic, cornering those who had surrounded our other force and in turn encircling the red force on all sides. All the streets seemed to bustle, both citizens and guards ogling at the scene as if it were a gladiator spectacle. It was however, no spectators game but rather a slaughter upon the men clad in red. Once more, as per growing tradition, our leader dug out his Ferrymen’s coin deep from his pocket. He lifted it high above, waving the coin back and forth with glints of the coin catching the attention of his fellow Ferrymen. Then before another beating of a heart could arise, the eyes of the Ferrymen locked upon each and all, dipping their heads in unison. The men decked out in green were prepared to sacrifice their lives on that day, with sword in hand and a meaningful cause settled in their mind. It was that very notion and their strength of will that made them prevail. The fact their palms were without a drizzle of sweat, despite being in the red Hornet’s nest was a sight to behold; the selflessness and resolve of these men was nothing other than sensational. The hoard of soldiers pursued the two trapped Ferrymen with elated grins, the opposers gripping their pommels without poise. The imperial soldiers joined together with such a number that lesser men would immediately surrender. Our leader however, inspired by an ideal higher than the coattails of an Empress, charged forward into the mass bellowing wild words. I followed him on, my legs abruptly trailing the men in red, despite me not telling them to trail them. My sword carved through their chests, but again, without a command passing through my mind. In front, our leader was amidst the crowd of brawling soldiers, a place I would not want to see my worst enemy stand; his steel meeting steel at no end. It all seemed so calculated, the plan was made out to be so perfect, it was even preached about as if there was no chance of failure. It would have certainly been stark mad to not at least have one thought of doubt pass through my mind, we were in the heart of the Empire, on their soil and meeting their waves of steel. Cries of pain erupted, their pained howls lingered in the air thereafter, vibrating throughout the streets and burning into their parched throats. My eyes clenched shut, in that moment expecting my end. Then I heard it, complete and utter silence enshrouded the streets. The kicked up dust from the fight had finally settled upon my own eyes, the soldiers at the opposite end were on the floor, clutching at grievous wounds. The anguished cries were few, for most seemed to be dead after the first cut. The humiliation was complete, the uniforms of red had been painted to a matted scarlet. The silence only resounded for a second longer. “All according to plan!” Our leader bellowed with a twinkle of triumph, purpose and also glory flickering through his calculated eyes. His mouth might have been covered with a mask, but I knew wholeheartedly that a smile had spread across his lips in that moment. Without a familiar casualty and the blinding light of victory in the air; it had to have been the purest smile of all. Minutes passed and the fallen soldiers had all been grabbed, then lined up on their knees in the center of the crowd, their eyes meeting nothing but the cold, grey stone below. “Let this be a clear message, a message so clear that the blind could read it!” the leader echoed, gesturing to those gathered spectators with solemn countenance. His hand then reached for the Captain of the army, going to bring him away, but not without a final command escaping him, “Send them to the ferry!” Myself and the last three were left to rightfully execute the rest of the soldiers in front of the crowd, it was brutal, but it was warranted and their throats were slit for everyone to see. Yet, I did not feel an ounce of guilt, the adrenaline from the fight coursed through my veins and vanquished any negative feelings. Silence had fallen for the final time, the citizens opened a passage, allowing us to leave the city to join our leader and the Captain of their ill-fitted levy. You might question what happened to the captain, no more mercy was shown for the man, for he had fought not like a lion, but a cockroach. The chance was offered for him to remain humble, even after getting eviscerated in his own streets, yet the man spat. Once again displaying that the country of Oren is filled with nothing but animosity and unwillingness, a wallowing hole in the world. As per tradition, his eyes were taken to save him from the sour and disappointed looks that would surely come his way as a result of him failing to protect his people, again. And not a single simpleman was hurt that day. They are crumbling. What is keeping you from taking up the torch, and running in yourself?

Dear Werew0lf and Slorbin, also known as Werew0lf number 4516 and oilysnake number 0258 Regarding the trickle-down Mickonomics and the mental state of bandits, Our team at the Beboonian 贝翁 research center in East-Asia has done numerous experiments on this matter. I am happy to share the results with the common folk on the server known as The Lord of the Craft. Before i show you the graph, i must shine light on the pvp aspect of banditry.. which has proven not to have anything to do with the mental state of any road folk. (A graph showing the relation between dopamine in the bandit brain and the amount of free valuables appearing in their inventory) Hopefully this answers your questions, bandits are also people. -Mickaelius, Professor at the BIBP, young speaker of the B of the Boon

International Journal of Banditry and PvPing, November Issue. Fefoon University Press. Mickonomics 101 Banditry is just anotha Vortex grind My name is Professor Mickaelhz and I want to talk to you about the problem of resource drought and its sisterhood with acquisitive crime. What makes people engage in acquisitive crime? A convergence of space and time of likely offenders and suitable targets set against the rapid growth in property suitable for removal by the thieves. Through the universal grind for time-capped game resources and an already established player-base with a propensity to steal, it is only expected that people would resort to theft instead of waiting for nodes to refresh or travelling to said nodes. It is demonstrable that a rise in the income available in legal activities would reduce the incentives to enter illegal activities and thus would reduce the level of offenses”, seen in the new-Vortex setting wherein the income from banditry far outweighs the income and time-investment of acquiring resources outright. (a helpful graph, click so you can look over it.) Arguably, most banditry would not take place if offenders did not believe that they could sell nor have a use for what they stole. By increasing the base utility of the average inventory by creating a diversified grind, the motivation to bandit in face of the risks involved in banditry is greatly increased as it depends on the expectation of getting a good enough "inventory" from the victim of the banditry. By stratifying crafting across far more tools and resources, it only increases the incentive for a bandit to steal goods; the average inventory has far more prospective value due to the greater amount of tools and materials used by the plugin. It is no surprise that increasing banditry rates have been fuelled by a growing expectancy of the part of bandits that players will have high-demand goods and equipment to combat said banditry. This increasing market for valuable goods leads to a recursive increase in the frequency of theft; people get better gear to fight the bandits, and bandits acquire better gear to combat said gear. From the experience of the players on the server, it seems reasonable to suggest that the increased banditry is dependent upon the increased market of goods, Vortex therefore playing an important role in keeping banditry a reliable profession. People must be allowed a margin of safety when acquiring resources. If the economy is constructed to incentivise theft, the average player cannot safely engage with this economy without any appreciable possibility that their goods will be stolen. Vortex and the increased utility value and rarity of the formerly common good turn the risk of theft from a possibility into a probability and have snowballed the loot-pool and subsequent value of rewards from banditry tenfold. Acquisitional resource gathering remains a disparaged and angering alternative to the Vortex grind, but a profitable one so long as the item-economy remains reliant on a grind that ensures a prospective victim of banditry will contain items of value. It is a system designed to optimise theft.

Name: Vilko Eiriksson Year of Birth: He was 19 on 25/5/19 Clan: Eiriksson Line of Descent: son of Joriik II Chief of the Rorik clan, son of Jorii Chief or the Rorik clan, son of Jaxen, son of Joriik Chief of the Rorik clan the first, son of King Javier, Son of Hakon Master of the Ashguard, son of Eirik 'The Great'.

Love u price, take care bro

so where these new conflict rules at

“The right decision, at last.” Nodded Utak Ireheart, looking up at the sky in an attempt to reach a different King of Haense. “A bright future is ahead of us, comrade of the dwarves”

IGN: Mickaelhz Category: Artwork Artwork: It’s spooky season!

Congrats on ur promotion Telanir, hope you do amazingly.

I agree man, before i could excuse it because the TPS was rat and the server was laggy, but now that the server is back on track people should start up the fun things again... realize there’s more to lotc than sitting around a campfire or a table talking about the next time you can have a walk on the beach together.

That mentality coming from a single bad experience with a player who’s probably banned already doesn’t give you the right to generalize the entire bandit community. Also if you go into a banditting situation with that mindset it should come as no suprise that you get upset. Since you were already prepared to be annoyed. Lastly, what you’re talking about isn’t a a reason why the rules on villainy should be stricter... you’re talking about an attitude/behaviour issue.

LOTC on peaceful mode ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- See, I'm not the smartest dude but these new conflict rules are rat. It’s not rocket science. In the past, I lead mostly conflict based groups and when i made a group that was centered around conflict i had a 60 man rally in a week… which is more than most nations. This proves quite a few people love conflict. If you don’t know what i’m talking about, recently a new set of rules were put in place, and with this some exciting new conflict rules too. Before i say anything, it’s important to know that i was a big face in the bandit scene and that banditting has been dead for about a year and a half now. The new conflict rules are bigger fun-killers than dingo’s eventline and yet no-one’s complaining about them. A bunch of friends and I were preparing to start banditting again next map, seeing as the art has been left in the dark for ages.. praying for some conflict rules that wouldn’t cuck us for once. The rules got announced and completely prevent any sort of road conflict that would be impactful in any way shape or form. Here’s why; First of all — and probably my biggest issue with the new rules — the rules were altered so that any villainous action on an entire tile will be considered a raid. Even though sometimes this is 200-300 blocks away from the closest city, it will still put the entire tile, city included, on cooldown. The entire point of banditting is to force nations to build powerful militaries so that they can keep the roads clean. People make pacts, legions have stuff to do and there’s an actual reason to have a militairy. I was the main military leader of Urguan, leader of the Hangmen and i’ve never felt the actual need to train my people on more than standing in a line and shouting “aruu”. There is now no physical threat as the roads are empty. Now, I'm sorry for rambling a bit I’m just chimping about these rules, but hear me out. I dont want to hear the excuse of “just start a war and work with the other nation leader to make some fun conflict rules : D!” I’ve been involved in quite a few war chats, leadership talks, and was the leader of the last coalition that was fighting against Oren. THE GIVE AND TAKE MENTALITY WORKS EXACTLY 0% OF THE TIME. When discussing terms, skirmish dates, raid rules, anything war related.. it always comes down to both sides going full gorilla mode baiting each-other for a funny screenshot prior to moderation giving a set verdict. A war between the 2 ENORMOUS groups ( Warclaim numbers were 127 oreners and 152 people my side rallied) was defaulted to basic raid rules and banditting rules. sooo…. 10 man raid cap in a 300 player war. So, it was already bad, but now moderation wants to test some new rules. Nothing can be tested because no-one wants to bother with the burden that is dealing with these rat rules.. so who’s testing them? like i said.. lotc on peaceful mode. Ok enough time spent just typing, time to bring some structure into this. Here’s what i think are the main fixes that the rules should get. Banditting / villainous activity shouldn’t put a tile-wide cooldown, if it’s done within proximity of the city sure. However, in my experience during wars people just bait a cooldown and feel safe for the next couple of days even though they’re 500 blocks away from the city, but still in the tile. I get that it’s minecraft and people shouldn’t be bullied off the server by bandits camping infront of their city 24/7 but when there’s a world war going on i think it’s stupid that people can have a villainy-proof cloud temple safezone of 1000x1000 around their main rp hubs for 24 hours cause Mark2282 and BB00N killed a single peasant. Continuously attacking the same nation/settlement/lair immediately following cooldown expiration while out of wartime may result in increased cooldown times at the discretion of Moderation and punishment on the raiding party for violations of our Roleplay Standards. What in mama mia’s name does this have to do with roleplay standards? This rule is entirely up to interpretation of what “immediately” is. This only helps the stressful stalling that is war, it only helps rule benders and people who take this game wayyyyy too seriously. if people believe they are raided too often / banditted too often, instead of taking it to a mod manager, maybe they should take it to their leaders in roleplay and look for a solution together, some better gates or adjust their route when travelling between cities to avoid common bandit spots. I applaud the old Renatians for this — when we banditted the roads we were always sure we’d get a fight since they had an active and strong guardforce who were trained to try anything they could to make sure their roads were clean. This is why bandit rp should exist. not because i miss combat loggers, not because i miss my noob times but because i miss seeing competent military leaders come up with smart ideas to keep their people safe. Thank you. If needed, i’ll even personally train military leaders and nations leaders on what to do against banditting. Slowly trying to ban the act is not what the server should be going towards. Let me sketch a scenario for you to wrap this lazily written post up. You’re enjoying your time banditting the roads to Urguan with 4 other friends (5 total) before a halfling in a wheelchair and 5 golems (6 total) come to stop you. with the new rules you can be locked in an 11 player CRP session (since pvp default is 12 now) facing 5 golems and hey maybe the halfling an air bender water bender whatever. After hours of typing emotes hoping that they don’t call you out for power gaming.. you lose and now have to wait (5 times 12 hours because u had 5 dudes) 60 hours before you can give another shot at beating them. Yeh.. not a fan… i’d rather roleplay around a campfire hoping noone comes in and tries to take the 2 ST-signed items i have in my inventory who were handed to me by the local pocket st. Before you respond to this post, this is not me whining about losing something i loved, this is me trying to show you what impact good road villainy could have and what follows out of it. Medieval roads shouldn’t be safe highways between happy hippie dens. If you want me to prove bandits can be good, i was able to keep 240+ people from putting a raid cooldown on Oren for weeks, give only me and my group decent banditry rules for next map (you can take it away when the social experiment fails) and i’ll show you it won’t lead to the server lighting on fire and the player count dropping to 5. I’ll even report anything i do to moderation. @whoevercoulddothisforme Please before the new map starts, consider that noone testing the new raid rules isn’t a good thing and conflict on a medieval rp server is more than essential. Yours truly, Mickaelhz