VoidandNull

Before you tear me a new one for the title of this post as being 'click bait' or 'Rep farm', I do want say that this is an actual piece that I'm writing because of the current state of the server as seen through a regular, normal, forgettable player's eyes. You in no means have to respond to this or upvote it, I just felt like these opinions needed to be stated. Now since that's out of the way, let me begin by saying this. I've been on LOTC since the beginning of Atlas. I'm by no means a veteran or a new player, but I've had my fair share of interactions, stories, events, and bad encounters with the people of this server. LOTC has been a place where I can go to put off steam and simply run around and have a fun time. Yes the constant Tavern RP simulator can get boring, but its bearable when you make your own things to do. Wacky, over the top characters are my specialty and joy of my life here on LOTC. Running around as a homeless crack dealer throwing spiders at people, being a chef who follows the words of a Kitchen pantheon, a tavern owner of a sewer nation for some time. The most fun I've ever had in RP is on these characters. The problem is either the gates being closed at every nation, the people of said nations sticking themselves in the tavern for Tavern RP sim, or being shot down by a guard every time I walk ten feet. Playing over the top characters has become immensely unenjoyable because of the fact that every time I walk into a nation like Elysium, I'm told that someone is going to kill my character OOCly just because they can. What can I do about it? Nothing cause I don't put PVP or meta combat build weapons on the character cause I want to have fun. Its been around for 3-4 years, but these days LOTC is slowly losing its fun factor. Rules and workarounds have slashed fun RP encounters and make everything a war on who's build is the best and who can do the most damage while not having a single ounce of fun. I get people want serious RP, and that's fine! I just want to go back to a time where nations didn't bash me for playing a Chef who just wants to give free food to people. People desperately seek out STs to run events, and then look at the players who want to make fun interactions and ignore them, or lower their want to play the character because they personally don't like a concept. But hey, who knows. Maybe next time I walk to the Vale and say I can't remove my helmet for religious reasons they won't shun me for wanting to give them free food. (Yes this did happen, yes I do not regret going there on two occasions screaming to let me in to feed them stew.) I know this rant won't get any attention, but if you've ever played an over the top character, might as well share their story here. Plus its good to hear about who's played what and what their own view on this topic is. (Btw this isn't mean to bash any nation besides maybe the Vale. Elysium is chill tho. It's where I go to get Zooted and Hammered IRP.)

Finally I can do poggers bard RP with flavored elements which allow me to enhance RP without the want of CRP added elements to create a meta build and instead just focus on quality of life for all players?

A proud troll, Rashi the Gorgtesque, smiles at the missive the fleshbag made, before promptly crushing it and draining the descendant juice into a oversized tankard. Today was a good day, and he would have revenge for his fallen hunting arm.

It's a donut

You know what time it is.

He had heard the news. Briar had been found dead, the single bell tolling through the city in honor of a dead 'ame. For this day, Galan would be unable to be found, standing upon a cliff and looking towards the ocean. Tears streaked his face, his eyes bloodshot. He had been crying, unlike others. He was unable to stop himself. The woman who had died today was his sister, someone who he had met accidentally, but eventually found kinship in. His mind cluttered with thoughts, and voices screaming at him within is brain, he leaned forwards and fell into the sea. The rushing of wind and the sound of water. Seconds later he surfaced, laying back down on the shore after he climbed out. At least his tears would be less visible. "I'll see you another day Briar. I do not know when, nor how, but I will fight even the gods of this world to meet my sister once more."

A simple cook looks over the missive, as well as the point scale, before letting out a bellowing laugh that would ring out across the woodlands. "It's almost like the people in the highest powers of the Silver State are compensating for all their points. Perhaps they think it will actually get a decent woman to feel pity for them."

Galan found a letter on a post board, giving a small read over such before giving a small laugh. "They had another queen? Not sure how they bounded back from their state of an abandoned town. Crazy world we live in."

Hearing the news about the latest death of the traitorous hawk, Galan gave a quick thought on his actions after such. Grabbing the nearest map, he pulled out a charcoal pencil and charted a course. With a pairing of flint and steel, as well as a torch, he plotted a course for the woman's druidic tree. "Finally! Nothing like a bit of arson in another nation to start a morning off right."

The Lord Commander, Galan Brylynn reads over the missive while looking over Amaesil's shoulder, a raised brow. Listening to the man speak for a moment, he gave a small laugh. "Listen, as someone who will gladly accept traitorous individuals in these lands, I only say that they will lose their head over the fact that we will publicly execute them. Get it? Cause I'll put them on the chopping block? Pancho found that much more hilarious when I said it. Then again, that probably was fear wasn't it?"

(( Aha port city go brrr))

Quite Poggers

Obreeni, you ran my first ever event since my days on Atlas, and it sent me back into my own days of dungeon delving and exploring in games like Skyrim and DND. Seeing you want to bring this experience to more people brings my hope back in more people being able to feel the same.

On the Island of Vinalhaven, a secluded island which thrives on its lobster fishery and sustainable power, a small group of people have shown themselves to be survivors of the apocalypses, dubbing the island Final Haven due to the fact that it seems no other place is safe in this world. Group Name: Final Haven Fishers Discord: VoidAndNull#7173 Starting Point allocation: 3 Manpower 4 Supplies 3 Weapons Starting Location: Vinalhaven, Maine

Seeing the missive with some horrible eyesight, Galan takes a moment before laughing at the picture. "I've never seen a Mali'thill like that. They are as skinny and gangly as any other voidal mage."

Looking at the missive thrown into the Elvenesse winds, a man named Craig smiles at such. He remembers when they were at the gates, the man dancing in fun and insulting their mothers and fathers so hard, he swore one of their heads exploded. The only thing he could respond in the name of this absolute roasting was a single thing, and a single thing only. "They DID NOT run that back."

An armored man sits inside his small, rundown hut, a painting hung in front of him. There, on the canvas, is him and his citrus and zesty allies, all holding a blade and fruit of some kind in a pose of their choosing. There stands lime, holding his simple longsword pointed to the ground, and a lime in hand. He sits in deep memory, remembering the days of Lime and their times together as blade brothers. Through thick and thin, and through steel and stone, these crusaders fought off many enemies for the zesty justice of their faith. And yet, here he stood, alone with no one to comfort him. All of his zesty brothers dead, and all of his lemon juice gone. There was only one thing left to do. With his age of near two hundred, the man would go on to start his faith anew, the justice of Zestius and Citrinum at his side. The specters of his brothers and sisters would guide him throughout battle and his revenge. His first target? A cat man with deadly aim.

A simple chef reads the missive as he cooks a simple dish for himself, reading it over a couple of times before thinking for a moment. Looking to the gates of Elvenesse for a moment before raising a brow, he laughed. "Now where have I heard 'hide behind walls like cowards' before?"

I read into it, and there seems like there is zero to no conflict possible from hoarding. Even if there was, it wouldn't make any sense in the slightest. "Oh, you have a dragonic mark? That's bad!" or "Oh you're hoarding too many books, Cringe!". It just doesn't make sense. The hoarding feature, while dragons are known for such, just doesn't make sense for a druidic person to have in any sense in the slightest. While yes I may be wrong in such, this is just what I'm thinking on such.

In all seriousness, I don't really see why these dragon people would be druidic like. Most Druids from what I know aren't very materialistic, meaning that the hordes aspect doesn't really work from my point of view. If someone could explain it to me that would be great, but the fact of the matter is, is that the hording aspect just doesn't seem like it works from what I've experienced with Druids.

Hey lets make an Azdrazi but Green

The man turned to his eldest son, speaking in a humorous tone. "Have you ever heard of the game called 'Who hates Elvenesse Today'? I'm putting a hundred mina down on this bandit group that comes and raids us next."

"Must have been quite fun. Shooting arrows down en masse that is. Always warms my heart to hear the jests of bandits." The simple cook cleaned his tools as he read the missive, having been hunting in Orenian lands during the time.

IGN: VoidandNullDiscord: VoidandNull#7173Skin: HalcyonBid: 370

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