Inferno_Ougi

hannibal doesnt even get the paper “haha cool”

ah, an ascended young scrolls fan and you like the best house in westeros? welcome to the server my man

Discord Name; you have it foolish noob Country of choice; Sultanate of Egypt Head of State; Fuad I  Government type; Absolute Monarchy

greato daze doom

good work the lack of wildlife in game rlly impacted my immersion

when is wiki gonna get reworked

CHUGGA CHUGGA CHOO CHOO! i can only imagine the fun and terrible things that will happen in these +1 the pain train wont stop

this is cool stop taking away everything that’s stronger than one person please, some of us LIKE fighting magic-fags

Very nice.

‘the orcs are at it again better stay off the roads” says hannibal

Well written, as expected from Catarrh and y’all! +1 Need more animals and **** ?

Hannibal puts up a sticky note to the posters still up, reading: NOTTINGHAM TRADING CO. IS AN INDEPENDENT BUSINESS THAT DOES NOT SEEK TO SUBJUGATE OR UNDERMINE EXISTING GOVERNMENTS

[!] A very long poster would be hung up within every. Single. City. [!] Nottingham Trading Company Contents I. Services & Products II. Locations III. Job Opportunities IV. Contacts Services & Products Services offered: – Creation of Custom Items – Item Delivery – Real Estate (in select cities, contact us!) – Tailoring (Skin Edits) – We will deliver specially requested items, and yes, that means anything and everything; you name something, we’ll bring it! Products for Sale: – Iron – Hay Bales – Diamonds – Emeralds – Gold – (Legendary & Famed) Schnub Energy Serum – Tridents – Arrows – Armor & Weapons – Cooked Mutton (at select locations) – Horses & Donkeys – Domesticated Animals – Captured Fish – McChickens (at select locations) We boast a diverse and wide selection of products that can’t be compared to! Our prices are the best in Arcas, and if you can find a better price, please provide proof, because we’ll match it or even discount that price! Locations Ves (Stall, Office & Warehouse): Situated in the main square, this stall and office was where Nottingham Trading Co. first found its feet. Supervised by Hannibal. Haense (Stall): Go straight from the gate, and follow right and take the first left turn through the wall. It is located in this square. Supervised by Marius Vogt. Sutica (Stall & Warehouse): In the market within the main square, next to the tavern. Supervised by Mahmoud Ahmed Laden. Job Opportunities We are a Mercantile Trading Company that has employed many citizens of the Empire of Man and Sutican territories. Along with our current locations we have plans to further expand our enterprise across the domain of Arcas and into the realms unknown. In order for us to keep our many locations profitable, we need you! A wise goblin once said, “Siez da means uf PWODUCTIUN!” and Nottingham Trading Company has taken that to heart. Our employment opportunities cater to those of ambition and talent. Not only do we offer jobs to couriers, peddlers, gatherers, craftsmen, and tailors, but we also offer great promotional opportunities to our employees! Those with talents are not only needed, they are appreciated! We also allow those of different races and religions to join, as well as those with disabilities. Contacts Want one of our services, products delivered, or wish to join? Speak or send a bird to: CEO: Schnub’Nub (MinionManXD) CFO: Ser Denis the Quick-Blade (Shuggie_) Managers: Hannibal (Inferno_Ougi) Mahmoud Ahmed Laden (Garrond) Enforcer-Supervisor: Honorable Khroll the Calm (TrinketsnBaubles) [!] A very detailed drawing of a large, muscular, high testosterone man, ended the poster [!] King John, Watcher of Nottingham Written by Ougi, MinionManXD, and Garrond

frostbeards making a comeback!!!

another one bites the dust

Skatal, Bringer of Famine, Lord of Plague Anger, excitement, all would be an understatement for the rush of emotions that Skatal had felt, or rather, pure emotion that the Rat-God had felt. Was he the fool, to strike at something that could not be destroyed? Yet, he was able to claim the lives of many. But the tenacious creatures they are, they survived. They trudged past the raw power Skatal had thrown at them. Underneath his utter rage, was something new for Skatal. Excitement. A reason for existence. Skatal would not have existed out of need, for suffering. Populations must be quelled, whether it be packs of animals or villages. The cataclysm was no failure. This was no desire, but rather, need. This would be delusion to the mortal populations, surely, but to the mind of Skatal, it was meant to be. His mind raced, slowly narrowing down on his next action. In these moments, he could find small relation with his, disgusting, brother, Ixthalizzum. And perhaps he felt a tinge of gratefulness for whatever God, although he could not remember, created the Nyrnen. This, was, most definitely, a test. Not a fit, no, not at all. Or so he thought to himself. “I am so smart-smart, thinking this... No need for me to dirty myself...” He snickered in his irony, watching the world and its inhabitants. The constant battles between two of the major races had brought him joy to no end. He observed, scheming, plotting. “War! How delightful. I should not worry myself with silly trees, nor whole cities. It is in war, does the plague shine through! And with a mix of this, and that...” Skatal worked on a strange object, its shape changing upon the inconsistent whims of its creator. However, it slowly began to take a stable shape, taking the form of a banner. The cloth was a sickly green, subtly and slowly changing its shade. On the banner, only the crude drawing of a grey rat served as its heraldry. It had a pole of rotting, dead, wood, one formed from the imagination of Skatal rather than from an actual species of tree. The tip of the staff was a slightly bent metal spear-point, rusted and corroded. Despite its appearance, any new damage to it would slowly be repaired, as if it was living itself. All who touched the Banner would no longer suffer symptoms of any disease. No longer would a disease cause pain, or even death. But, those who did touch the Banner, would begin to become mutated and obtain the ability to resist rot slower. Boils, both large and small, would appear on their skin, being one of the most common. In Skatal’s grace, their skin and flesh would elongate to create a sort of tentacles, and even new limbs. It was entirely possible for there to be new organs created, as was the Plague God’s intention. One victim could suffer from eyes appearing over their body, while another loses their arm to form another head. Each would be different from the last. It was his image of perfection. In due part to the ability of resisting rot, those affected would also lose their sanity at a much slower rate, although their fate could affect that. This banner, crafted by the devious Skatal, emerged from the void, onto one of the many battlefields between the Venandi and Cardans, atop a mound of corpses. Skatal grinned as far as a rat could, and being a God, he grinned as far as he wanted to. “Oh, they will appreciate this!” He spoke to himself, gleefully. Around it, flies and maggots squirmed around, almost in reverence of the artifact. This would be his mark on the world this age. This would be the Icon of Skatal. [6 AP (Create Artifact)] – Icon of Skatal: A damaged banner made from Skatal’s own being, thusly repairing damage taken, yet retaining its original appearance. Those who touch it are not affected by the symptoms of diseases (but still carry it, and can spread it), as well as have a strong resistance to rotting, thus increasing lifespan. However, over time, their bodies will begin to mutate in various, grotesque ways. It is placed in one of the battlefields had by the Venandi and Cardans. [AP Remaining] – 1 ((too lazy to color this shiz)

I love looking at my old screenshots and others, so here: Fighting the slimes of the Wonk Cave Orcs gather outside of the old Fort Strong Miscreants and criminals alike roam the bowels of Undercity... One of the many skirmishes outside of Fort Strong, between Krugmar and The Dominion. My second ever skirmish. We lost this one though, but it was so much fun. A human woman is caught on the roads. I think my first ever slave sold? A halfling woman is kept inside a dark cell, interrogated by a slaver. The two true deities of LOTC Undercity again After a group of bandits hired by Ghanya capture the daughter of one of the Harian leaders, Renatus and Haria surround the prison tower in retaliation, outnumbering the defenders. With the retaliatory forces repelled, Ghanya and its defenders hold up the Renetian shield in triumph. After a successful skirmish, men of the Red-Song mercenary company drink their minds away and end up the rafters. The Siege of Whitepeak. My first ever warclaim! I won’t forget the feeling of landing at lucky bow shot that killed someone. The Redmen (or Redcloaks, whatever,) burn their first victim in the name of GOD. Crusaders love church. The eyes of King John the Wise, watches over the quiet hamlet of Nottingham. One of the many Krugmarian(?) raids on San’Khatun. Now, here’s my favorite series of screenshots: A scouts reports leads to a small band of orcs and a human helper to go out and disrupt whatever they’re doing. They reach a hill, where flesh and bone jut out of the ground in an unnatural fashion. At the bottom of the valley are the orcs of San’Khatun, and the warband of Krugmar make their presence known thereafter. However, the ground soon shook and they slid down the hill... A Scaddernak, a legendary beast revered by the orcs, had come from the ground. A fierce battle ensued between the orcs of Krugmar and Thagurz’Grizh, as well as the massive Scaddernak that shot spines that toppled over the hills of sand. However, the warband of Krugmar achieve victory and capture two of the enemy orcs, whilst narrowly escaping the primal fury of the Scaddernak. The heavy rain beat down on the orcs and allies as they steeled themselves behind their gate. Just past them was The Dominion, who came to raid and rescue the captured orcs of San’Khatun. The heavy thunder was drowned out by the cries of orcs, as when the gates rose, they rushed through the mud and slaughtered the elves. For behind the raiders, their only escape had closed. They had won, and kept their prisoners. They executed the other, but had left Skaatchnak, the leader of Thagurz’Grizh, for last. He is shot down by an orcish firing squad. Now, back to normal screenshots! These are much, MUCH later on. An orcish warband chances upon orcs of San’Khatun. Rognar’Lak faces off with one of the Izigs. He wins, and pulls off his tusks. Yet, an Izig hiding in the shadows fires a bolt at Rognar and miraculously only hits the tusk which was just pulled. Soon thereafter, the Izigs dissapeared without a trace. A band of slavers, patrolling the roads of The Dominion, are met by an organized group of Iblees cultists. The slavers use the advantage of surprise and take down many of them, with the slaving leader taking one of their heads, but they were no match for the infernal magic that was unleashed upon them. Only the leader, Groka, escapes and survives. A human is sacrificed to a totem of Gazigazh, at Raguk camp. The orcs of Krugmar, under the leadership of Gurukk’Lak, prepare for the Siege of San’Kala. It would be the longest lasting siege of the Coalition War, but in the end it was lost.

Skatal, Bringer of Famine, Lord of Plague The amulet of the Pariah began to shake. Its form twisted and bubbled chaotically, only stopping for a brief moment of respite. Then, it cracked, the putrid energies of Skatal bursting forth until the amulet was no more. In its place, a shapeless being, infront of the Nyrnen that once held onto the artifacted form of Skatal. It floated aimlessly, forgetting its purpose until it manifested into a large rat, yet only the size of a house cat. As Skatal took shape, the air was struck with piercing cackle and choking. Soon, the small, infested village of the Nyrnen, would be overrun by skatalkin as they came to the heed of their master. On the former holder of Skatal, its skin began to pustulate until the boils began to pop in a shower of blood. Skatal looked over the land he once originally plagued. Much had changed. “Too much-much...” The rat-god would chitter bitterly. Thus looking over the world, he looked at it with glee and disgust. How insolent... Skatal thought, of the tribes and cities that had sprung up on the world plane. But this was an opportunity. He must make his presence known to the mortals of this world. “They will learn to fear-fear the plague! No, no, they will fear me! Me-me, and only me, will bring down the bite of Skatal! Cry for me, cry!” His scornful gaze was turned to the civilization of Nyrnen to the west of his magnificent burrow. He saw with utter hatred how they sought the big, and ugly tree for wisdom. Even how they worshipped his much, much, lesser brother, Vyrnen. “For this, they shall be punished for their existence! Their curses to the Gods will be the last they shall utter! Their kin shall be born into suffering, torment their reality!” Skatal chanted as he looked down upon them. The ground beneath would shake, as an insurmountable tide of Skatalkin burrowed from the ground around the Adamantine Tree. And as they began to climb and gnaw on the tree, a vile stench permeated the air. From the cracks of the ground created by the Skatalkin, a sickly green vapor arose and surrounded the tree, rotting it and all of those around it. Even some of the Skatalkin, would curl up and die on the spot, only to be replaced or eaten by their brethren. Through the chaos, Skatal laughed. [6 AP (Cataclysm)] – The Adamantine Tree and its surrounding area (within that tile) would be struck with a tide of Skatalkin and an airborne disease that would cause living organisms to rot at a significant rate. The Skatalkin would surround and eat anything in its way, while also doubling as disease carriers for fevers and colds. [Remaining AP] – 0, nada, zilch