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About ashenyx

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    a primarily English-speaking country
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    building stuff in Minecraft, reading, drawing humans badly, learning German, being an ineloquent bollock

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    Simon Birchenwald & Sterling
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  1. You know what’s weird?

    This server. This server’s weird.

    We spend hours talking to other people as people we aren’t, and those other people aren’t people.


    1. Telanir


      pretty cool huh?

    2. Bluee


      Welcome to the future.

    3. KentuckyFriedCreeper


      The magic of roleplay. But there’s still a faint resemblance that shines through our characters from our actual character. 

  2. I joined around the 6th month of Atlas. I’ve never transitioned between maps before.

    I’m pretty hyped, honestly.

    Edited by ashenyx
    1. Unwillingly


      for sure lol, things usually get pretty wild around map transitions, but it makes for a lot of RP too

    2. Bluee


      Map transitions are always pretty fun.

  3. ashenyx

    The Shadow of the Storm

    Yes. Heck yes. Heck frickin’ yes.
  4. i’ve found that when playing a child character, you must strike a careful balance between endearing and WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT YOU STUTID TINY HUMAN STOP. Too much towards the former, and you’ll be boring. Too much toward the latter, and everyone will curse you to Iblees. 

    1. Jondead


      Indeed, I also find Child roleplay to be more fun in the long run as you sort of develop, feel and endure with that persona, and thus you ”become” them over your journey as that persona, I'd always give it a spin as long as it is interesting! 

  5. ashenyx

    Quick Vaeyl PSA

    i don’t know why i didn’t see this post until now, but HECC YEAH
  6. anybody else feel their rp lives are basically nonexistent?

    i guess this is a consequence of being on a giant minecraft server where most people aren’t on when you are,

    but it’s not really just that. both my characters don’t really have anything to do. they feel sorta empty.

    and that’s mostly my fault. obviously. 

    maybe it’s just because haense is so empty all the time?

    or am I just going on at the worst hours possible?


    thank you for reading this incoherent rant. must sleep now.


    1. Show previous comments  3 more
    2. Elk


      I suggest making goals for your character. That ensures that there is always something for them to do/work towards. 

    3. zaezae


      This would all be better if we only allowed 5 cities to exist on the map ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

    4. Ford


      Agree wholeheartedly with zaezae. 

  7. ashenyx

    Roast Thread

    unfunny joke is unfunny, even if said ironically normally, irony makes things funnier but this joke is just a black hole of unfunny nothing can fix it. any attempt to spice it up will be nullified by its stark emptiness. it is b a d j o k e (i’m sorry, roasts are not my forte. also, i have no idea who you are.)
  8. ashenyx

    Enforce Aging or Remove Age Limits

    Honestly, I think the wiki provides the best explanation for people not aging their human characters much- humans sort of “halt” from 25-60 years old, though the length of the halting depends on the human (and by extension, the rper). I myself am guilty of this, as one of my characters is a human who has aged rather slowly for the last twenty ig years. As long as people don’t do this to an unrealistic degree (century-old humans looking in their thirties), I really don’t mind. On a slightly unrelated note, elf aging would be sort of cool. Obviously they wouldn’t age like humans, but maybe have something to distinguish 400-year-old elves from 50-year-old ones. Brighter eyes, or lighter hair, or something. also the elf insanity thing is basically useless at this point, i haven’t met anyone who rped it
  9. ashenyx

    T'was the night before Krugsmas...

    my sides are burning help
  10. um




    came here hoping to post something witty, but I have no idea what to write

  11. ashenyx

    The Feast Of Saint Tobias, 1694

    Simon Birchenwald smiles softly at the news. “It’ll be nice to forget the weather for a while... but how long’ll it take before everyone at the feast is stark raving drunk?”
  12. ashenyx

    Thanksgiving Day

    my dog. he is cute. Also, this server. I don’t know what I’d be doing if it weren’t for you all.
  13. ashenyx

    Mournstone Declaration of Vassalization and Relocation

    “Are we a big boy kingdom now? It seems we are a big boy kingdom now,” Simon Birchenwald probably says.
  14. The man woke with a start. Glancing wide-eyed at the corners of his bedroom, he found nothing remarkable. The nightstand was sitting to his left as it always did, a heavy oak thing with a single unlit candle on top. In front of him was the bedroom window, which at this time showed nothing but blackness; and to his left was the bedroom door, slightly ajar. Just as he had left it. The man softly exhaled, relieved. A strange terror had gripped him just after he woke, and it was reassuring to know that nothing lurked by the nightstand, or crouched on the windowsill, or stood behind the door. Whatever nightmare he just suffered was over. Everything would be fine. He rolled over to his right side and slowly let his eyelids close, contented. And then the door moved. It was only by a hair, barely visible, and if it hadn’t creaked, it certainly would not have been noticed- but it did, and the man’s eyes flew open. Startled and rather annoyed, he glared at the door for a solid five seconds. When it did absolutely nothing, he rolled over, attributing it to a stray breeze, though he had felt none. As he closed them for the second time, a painful orange glow cast itself on the back of his eyes. Blinking fast, he saw through slits that the candle on the nightstand was burning merrily away. The man immediately sat up and rubbed his eyes. When the flame refused to disappear, he turned over again to his left side and squeezed his eyelids shut. Maybe he was just hallucinating, the man thought. Maybe it would go away if he just went to sleep. Maybe all of this was a dream. The door began to creak again. The man reached up to cover his ears, but it the sound only grew louder. He gritted his teeth and pressed his hands down harder. Nothing. The creaking became progressively sharper, as if the door was moving faster. A breeze from his left caressed his face with icy fingers, which became a freezing wind, rattling the shutters and the nightstand but somehow leaving the candle burning. Shivering, the man pulled the covers over his head and begged someone, anyone, to stop the horrible noise. And just as he had thought that, it ceased. The wind stilled. The candle blew out. The man lay there in silence for a few moments, eyes open, then slowly peeled the covers from over his head. The door was completely agape, he noticed. Beyond it lay nothing but blackness. Confused and somewhat relieved, the man rolled over to see his nightstand, the candle still smoking, and a cloaked figure staring down at him with voids for eyes. A chill ran through his body. He pinched the skin of his left hand, but the figure didn’t vanish. With a pit of dread in his stomach, the man stared at it- but not for long, as the figure reached out with two icy fingers and slowly lowered his eyelids. ...And that’s why you don’t eat spooky bread, folks.
  15. ashenyx

    Railway Development Act - 1677

    Having heard this, Simon Birchenwald places his near-empty mead down with a loud thud. He looks over to Demetrius, a single eyebrow raised. “I can’t say I know most of zem either, but how haf you not heard of Steward Dhoon?” he says rather loudly.