frill

i spit in your orc hole

+1 i hope you get the rank bro

hi nick

3 minutes ago, Junar said:

EU doesnt exist I guess. Yall just afraid we’ll whoop yo asses

americans only believe america exists

11 minutes ago, Mickaelhz said:

Don’t be fooled, my comrades, they are no better than thieves.

fyrrathul frowns sadly 😞

bump

junar is the dutch word for epic

 IGN : frill

RP NAME : fyrr

Skills you can bring to the table : i love the sound of breaking glass

ty

“I wish I was a princess-dowager so I could use long words.” remarks a brash (yet dashingly handsome) mali’ker of Vira’ker, bundling the missive into a paper glider-plane before sending it careening from a window into the soothing summer-time waves of the big tropical blue below.

Fyrrathul rides his donkey at high speed to warn Corwin of the war-criminal!

14 hours ago, VIROS said:

The Church considers this a matter of paramount importance and we will respect the results of the referendum.

not trying to swing the vote here but when was the last time you saw a cliff racer on lotc?

you say he killed cliff racers like he killed two or three

 “[...] the Novellen Palace is the seat of the Emperor and his Household. It is from his throne that he oversees the workings of His empire. A select few are granted the privilege to reside and freely walk the halls of this magnificent structure.”

The Imperial Roll of Courtiers and People of Note, undated.

***

Fyrr’ seeks the emperor for an address, but with little response in kind.

22nd of The Deep Cold, 1771

Around 3am.

Perhaps in some life before his current, the ‘ker considered, he was a skink or some other reprehensible vermin that scaled walls with little thought beyond their scurrying. Thus so the ‘ker was dressed in his valah best, bare footedly approaching the window of the imperial apartment and sneezing with such a vehemence that a black-cat, that happened at that moment to be near the opened balcony of the elfess-mistress’s bedchambers (something that was by no means near to the crashing waters below), hissed a short sharp phrase toward him. Probably it meant, in the cat’s foreign tongue, “You should very, very much not be up here.” Fyrr’ retorted with a hiss of his own, being as much learned in reading and writing as the language of felines, and then himself approaching the balcony to attempt to heave himself through a window. The ‘ker had some success, nearly out-thought by imperial architecture.

With his sickly-thin belly flat against the flagstone and the floor dashed with glass, the mali’ker weaves in-and-out of each apartment of the palace, making a stop at that of The Imperial Sorceress, Vexalia if but only to fetch up the pot of khaffee to sate his own thirst. With the drink in hand, the ‘ker sought to ascend higher to meet the emperor himself; for his law he was breaking this whole time, surely. But alas, the door was unyielding.

At all events, the ‘ker returned to the boxed yard at the front of the palace, full of flowers exotic and domestic and strolling game-fowl of the same. The roof arranged in regular rows, unlike the scattered eaves of his youth, the dark-elf knew that the scent of wealth was pitted throughout the district and that any lingering would resort in his skull being introduced most unwelcomingly to a curb by the town’s militia. 

And with that as enough of a forewarning of his diswelcome, the ‘ker slid from the lowest of the gables and into the watery deep below - evincing little evidence beyond a splash.

1 hour ago, _x_Hyperion_x_ said:

I hereby declare myself as God’s chosen ruler for the kingdom of courland

“I too declare me king.” quoth Fyrr’ the black, fabled mal’ building-enterer of fortune. He draws his steel ready to press his own claim.

@Christ seeing u get tossed around in the vira’ker tournie like you were a ragdoll from a 2000s kongregate flash game means im morally obliged to sign you up to CRP self-defense classes

***

4th of Sun’s Smile, 1771.
Around 9pm.

The mali’ker returned the next day if but only to test his wit.

For his part, Fyrrathul was delighted to see the Imperial engineers fill the crevices and crooks that the ‘ker had utilised to make his entrance. Of the life underground,  the ‘ker was only tired and weary - what small alcoves of the world far too tight to work oneself against in the nipping air, necessitating a stripping-down to his ashen torso from his wintered furcloth. The ‘ker at time ponders himself at times predisposed with the wrong profession, becoming a clothier or fishmerchant. Not now, of course, but later, when his chief aim of entering the unenterable had been achieved. To become a fishmonger while back to the wind, stories above the ground, would not be a choice that the wisest would take. The ‘ker rose from a land of a lawless, reckless culture, where they built not fortresses nor castles and each mal’ erected a tent wherever he happened to find himself. The idea of some thief, or enterer-of-the-entererable was indiscernibly alien and not of the illiterate’s vocabulary.

With what little strength the cold afforded him, the mali’ker heaved himself through an unglassed window in the same manner a brick would a glazed one, rolling prostrate into the tiled halls before standing, eyes awide, and admiring the scenery. It was good.

I see no better location for the War Office’s research and development division than The Eye. As such, we must provide the space in which our comrades may peacefully conduct their work without fear of interruption nor the wandering eye of external agents.

Alren DeNurem, General of the Holy Orenian Empire, addressing the expeditionary 5^th brigade amidst construction. 1766.

***

21st of The First Seed, 1771.

Around 3am.

O what a curious and beautiful, yet also what an unreal fascination this eye evoked! And how interesting is it for an unlearned mali’ker to see such a fortress. With the day among the autumn a fine one, the mali’ker pressed closer his fur-lined travelling cloak, drawing it close over his ears, snuggling cosily, comfortably into a crack through the walls of the keep, the last relics of a shiver coursing through his limbs, the heat of the imperials’ lanterns ensuing a warmth that should put to flight the cold and damp of the thick Curonian north with some ease.

It would be a delightful drowsiness that would steal upon a less experienced thief-de-jour, even the ‘ker struggling yet as his eyelids drooped with the welcome warmth of the keep. It seemed that stealing away to a barred window of the fortress, further buttressed hard-fast with iron doors allowed him to slip a view of the superstructure above. As the moonlight glints over the sheeted snow thick over the keep, the ‘ker would almost believe that the walls and bricks and flagstones of the place were spread with bed-sheets, shot with the coal-black shadow which made the few trees around it grow brighter under the slanting beams of the pale moon above.

Nowhere is another soul to be seen, for everyone is plunged into sleep or working hard-fast on the construction in climes more foreign than this. Yet no! In a solitary window of the keep a torchlight is flickering where some soldier is mending his boots, some legionary drawing his blade across the whetstone in the dulled winding-down of the last tired cogs of the decades-working machine of war.

How perfect is this blackness of the infinite vault of the sky - the lofty, remote and inaccessible depths spread into some silence. But it was for a different vault that the ‘ker had climbed to these reaches in this darkest evening.

He fills his pockets and leaves. Nothing but boot-prints in the snow remain.

25 minutes ago, Professorus said:

 

So what’s the excuse for removing my comment? because I’m getting real kind and non-toxic vibes from staff right now.

not trying to **** on you specifically, just one of the biggest things that pisses me off about staff is the massive lack of communication.

I think it was because your post didn’t contribute anything to the discussion and just served to rile up controversy with a tangentially related issue that should be an absolutely non-starter. Go onto your forum page, look under your profile picture, you can see who warned you and why if you need further information.  Stay on topic and engage with what the thread is for, don’t derail it because you think some slight against you has appeared out of the ether.

You’re free to continue this discussion with the person who warned you, or hit me up by way of forum messages or Discord. This thread simply isn’t the place.

frill#6710 

[ little edit 🙂 this thread is going to be pruned a bit to keep it staying on topic ]

1 hour ago, Master Baiter said:

So can we get a response to Petty’s hidden comment or are we all gonna pretend that someone begging to speak with muffins  just got wiped under the rug.

 

nah I removed the comment. petty’s spam dmed a few staff-members, defaced the wiki to get muffins to unblock her, made a few forum alts, etc. to whine about being admin banned for doxing somebody through publicly posting a google maps (might have been iphone maps, does iphone have maps?) screenshot. they can appeal their ban like everyone else, but high speed low thought internet flame-outs aren’t the way to doing it lmao

cute opportunism from petty but a terrible cause to champion. cheers.

I like the post 🙂

3 minutes ago, howard said:

The worst things that happen on this server aren’t “trash-talking,” “unnecessary poking at one’s feelings,” “spreading horrid rumors,” it’s actual molestry and abuse. It’s completely unquestioned misogyny and harassment of female players. It’s overt racism in OOC chat.

It’s doxing people and posting their addresses among your friends, harassment of real-life relatives of these people, pinging somebody’s 2FA with login attempts because you’re trying to brute into their skype/discord/etc. The feelgood notion of this post is lost to the stream when you realise that this occurred in 2013 and still occurs now. A lot of the players and playerbases on the server are outright malicious to people who slight them and are leagues removed from any benefit of this route of via media mutual discourse shiny happy people resolution.

Although I used some extreme examples (that did, and still do, happen) there are still players that skirt the line enough that they’re barely out of reach of a staff member’s bullet to the back of their head.

I fully believe that there are elements of the staff-team that are absolutely under-equipped to deal with hostile and toxic behaviour, but I won’t discount this as being purposeful or not. There are banned users who were continued to engage in their behaviour because it benefited a staff-members’ nation with the proviso that it’s fine until they get caught.   I partially disagree with the Pun point and believe that you absolutely need proof beyond an unreasonable doubt to gun down an administrator, I would absolutely see this as analogous to the bad-but-benefits culture of the server. People stay quiet about le bad things because it benefits them.

A twee post is fine for those with the rationality to modify their behaviour and self-reflect, but for the rest there is a greater cultural shift that is necessary.

Every now and then people get this brainpoisoning cognitohazard notion that being a bastard works and that sucks!!!!!

@ARCHITECUS

@Narthok

Fyrr’ aep ___ has the form read to him.

(IGN): Frill

Name of contender: Fyrrathul

Nicknames of contender or notable features, i.e. nationality, age, occupation, etc. (for nickname purposes): light-fingered fool