Celestial_Bleh

Book List Hey ya'll! I plan to get into PDFs and links attached to in game items. As such, I wanted to make a common place to collect those links for ease of use. Previous books that don't have links or PDFs are still listed in case I decide to do a little something-something with them in the future. All of these can be found and collected in roleplay. (Location of stalls/stores listed at the bottom once set up) There will also be a forum post for each new addition. So keep an eye out! Sepulcher Heart Volume One Part One Fangs and Tusks Potions and Paramours The Krugmas Witch The Pirate King Location: To be determined.

Time bends all memory to its will. It carves the mausoleum of experiences out of a glossy marble. Separates the adult from the child, teacher from the student, master from the commoner. I know not who I will be in the years that follow nor if there is even a ‘me’ that will yet live. So let this be a capture of time to all who lay eyes upon its pages. A memory, protected from erosion, of the siren song of Redmont. ꧁ ༺ ༻ ꧂ Few venture to that barren volcano without purpose. Whether it be adventure, herbs, some ill scheme, or questions. I was of the latter. Burning questions that kept me from being turned away for, make no mistake, nature and the craft of man work in tandem to shunt all who do not belong to its fiery embrace. The volcanic terrain holds no path to aid in traversal, jagged rocks hiding pitfalls and the smoldering trough of some past battle. Liquid fire spews from crevices, a danger in of itself but whose glowing ire causes the very ground to heat with its fury. Ash-clogged air gives no rest to tired lungs. The sign of civilization, if it can be called such, does nothing for the heart. For the ebon stone of Tor Praeth echoes that flaming song, shadow of gabled roofs giving no relief from neither heat nor ash. Everywhere one looks, fangs are bared, eyes are watching. Iron gates lock away where drink and rest might be had. You, an intruder, stand at the foot of the nephilim, and they shall not suffer the chaff. Such has served to drive many away. If not from the intense conditions, from the resounding silence that casts judgement on all who linger. But there is a reward for curiosity. For an investigation reveals the most astonishing of notions— a welcome! Writings, freely given to the stranger, for who else benefits when residents slip to and fro, unheeding of what lies just outside the door, expound on Tor’Praeth and what may be found within. Market stalls, albeit some in desperate need of stocking, denote an open sharing of culture and resources. Even the gates do not serve to block a view of decorated halls and the red glow that lies behind them. Is it a taunting then? A dangling of what one might attain yet cannot? Perhaps a promise. A promise to be enjoyed if only one can pass the judgement. ꧁ ༺ ༻ ꧂ I would not suggest the method I used to gain entrance. Even now, I wonder at the miracle of my not having been eaten. Had it been some other member of Tor’Praeth to first come upon me, I might have been! But I was not. What lies within mirrors what lies without. A sense of complicated history, knowledge both given and hidden, and the ever-present heat of danger. Just enough to be maddeningly tantalizing. Everywhere one looks, there is the mark of ages. Whether it be names long written or a relic that exudes wisdom from its very craftsmanship. Flaming shrines explain themselves in vague descriptors with references to long past beings whose influence carries on yet. Metal and machine are wrought in curious fashion, recognizable yet puzzling when viewed as a whole. Hidden halls spring forth if one simply knows where to look. The library exudes the same intoxicating frustration that permeates the very stone of Tor’Praeth: A puzzle piece freely given, but still only a piece. Do the rest lie behind locked doors or quiet residents? The ever present “eyes” stare tauntingly down at the fresh-faced seeker. You could know. You could see. If you could climb the mount. ꧁ ༺ ༻ ꧂ The true heart of Tor’Praeth lies hidden. A frustratingly exciting notion. For much as lava carves out its home, it is those that take up residence and study in its halls who have shaped the stones to their liking. They have set forth the puzzle and observe those who dare tackle it. Within is as without: quiet. Yet not the quiet of a snuffed flame nor the final bow upon a stage. It is the pause before the spark. That bated breath. For vessels of knowledge and fire, in all stages and manner of learning, flit about. Should one have the wherewithal to catch them, they would not be in want of intriguing conversation. Art is forged to a degree not seen outside of its walls. Battles waged with such an intense passion as to give death a laughing facade. What do those of Tor’Praeth wait for? I know not. But there may come a day when all the nations of thinking beings lift up their hands in either great fear or thanks. Perhaps both. That is for those flaming eyes in the dark to decide. Once they come upon what they are watching for. ꧁ ༺ ༻ ꧂ Art by Donato Giancola (Edited)

MC Name: Celestial_Bleh Discord: Imbadatusernames7443 Image: Description of Image: Flyer/poster for my character's book store. Dimensions: 1 wide and 2 high

“I’ll never taste the soup again.” How odd. There are many things his mind could of turned to. Should have turned to. The daring rescue, the terrifying rumors heard upon the roads, that grinning shadow he had yet to meet again. There he is; thinking about soup. It is odd. “Never.” It is an odd thing for someone long lived. One never grows used to it. For you settle into thinking that something will be ever. And then it becomes never. For all the magic and tricks and horrors in the world, there’ll never be the same soup. Never given by that goggled face. Never the same deeds. Never the same words. The parchment is folded. Tucked into a pocket. A thing to be treasured until the never takes it as well. The cobbled street stains red as wine splashes onto it. A drink never shared.

IGN: Celestial_Bleh Persona: Corann Daevear Persona ID: 15022

A tired ker makes his way back home from a long journey, saddlebags full and jostling with items of intrigue he had picked up along the way. A passing shadow catches his attention, drawing his gaze upwards to a gliding crow, parchment attached to its leg. Ill tidings. And a short farewell. Hands tremble with the news of the missive, hardly able to fold and slip it away. Another light snuffed. Another kind heart gone from Aevos, leaving it all the more cold.

There was no invitation that made its way to a certain ker. He was utterly, blessfully, unaware. But as gentle waves rolled across the ocean, a mysterious sight greeted his eyes. Raindrops pittering against stone whilst the sunlight still shone brightly. An old saying came to him then and he muttered to himself. “A witch must be getting married…” Or, perhaps, a woman with the sharpened tongue of one.

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤 & 𝕋𝕦𝕤𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕣 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 & ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤. 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕂𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙. 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨/𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒’𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤! Find them at Note: Any rumors regarding the reason for a new location are entirely untrue. Business was slow.

A certain 'ker was enjoy his time sifting through posters and missives, taking from them any delectable bits of gossip. But one in particular catches his attention and holds it there. The paper crinkles beneath his grip as he scowls. "Who the **** is Heinrick Kemmler?"

A certain ‘ker ambles past the bulletin board, stopping upon seeing a familiar face. “Ah. The brat must have angered the wrong person.” He shakes his head with a sigh, flicking his new cowboy hat, which didn’t quite suit him, upwards. “If she is captured, I pity the poor bastards. And their soon-to-be-wounded self esteem.”

Well a crap ton of people have said a crap ton of good stuff. So I won’t go parroting what’s already been said. In the end, this is supposed to be a game. Yeah sticking to irp consequences and in character actions is cool but when it stops being fun, well, that’s when a game is no longer worth it. I think such a mindset can really help. Also, been in a ton of situations with my own char that have made me emotional. Most of them were “good hot sauce” moments. You know, those times you shake your fist at a show because it made you cry but you really enjoyed what a good story it was and the fact that it made you cry. Tis how I assure people I’m not actually upset over something. I go “Yeah that was good hot sauce.” There is one moment, however, that I was actually, genuinely upset over something. Well I’ve been upset over other stuff before but it was mostly ooc reasons, nothing that came from purely irp. It was all above board with proper roleplay reasons and no ooc malicious intentions. I knew that. I knew that and yet I couldn’t stop being upset over it. After some time and several jokes regarding it later, I realize it’s because something I had spent a lot of time and effort on had been unwittingly destroyed. You can separate yourself all you want from the rp but there’s no denying the amount of effort and passion people put into various parts of the server. No wonder things that you’d think wouldn’t upset you end up being frustrating. What helps is knowing why you’re upset. Then you can take several steps back. Play something else for a bit. Joke about it with the other party (this part helps quite a bit). Etc. This does tie into the whole “pk on death or don’t” debate as well. After all, there’s always going to be that powergaming fighter or boring bandit. Hopefully rare but it still exists all the same. And when you feel like you’re having to end something you put a lot of time in for roleplay someone else couldn’t be bothered about, it sucks. Which is why I go by “ain’t pking unless it feels right to me.” Above all else, after all, is fun. And if it ain’t fun it ain’t worth it. Sure. There’s some people who might complain about someone else. “Well what if so-and-so has a perfect situation for pk but doesn’t? But what if so-and-so should be rping a certain way because of xyz but doesn’t?” Who cares!! You can’t control other people and you shouldnt be trying to control other people. Do you know how great it is that LOTC is a relatively big server with a bunch of different rp communities? It means that, nine times out of ten, there’s going to be someone out there with the sort of roleplay you’d like. Who cares about a particular group of darkspawn having tea parties or focusing on roleplay relationship drama? There’s plenty of other darkspawn players that go ham with the combat and the evil motif. Of course, doesn’t mean tea parties and combat people should never interact at all! Just means that people ought to be more concerned about their own fun than controlling the fun the others. ‘Cause, you know, this is a game. And what a game should be is fun.

[!] Colorful flyers, no more than glorified letters, really, can be found scattered about Aevos. Pinned to a tree, fluttering along the side of the road, fallen below signboards where once they were posted. [!] 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓼, Alas that such a time has fallen! I have grown horrendously ill and do not have much left in me. As such, I will release the entirety of Potions & Paramours and Fangs & Tusks. You may find them within the bookstore of Norland, to the right as soon as you go through the gates. For those unwilling to brave Norland, you may find the first parts of Potions and Paramours in Celia'nor within Tavarian's shop. FOR THREE YEARS I WILL SELL THEM. Then they will be gone. Stored away until an indeterminate date when my named successor can handle the business for me. I thank you all for your tearful appreciation. And I bid you a bitter farewell. 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂, [!] There is a second note pasted over the signature of the flyer [!] We are sad to announce the disappearance of one 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒓. We have checked his stock and he does indeed have a limited amount of the entire Potions & Paramours series along with a portion of Fangs & Tusks. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused. To the friends and family of Corann Daevear, we kindly request you do not search for him. Thank you for your understanding. Kisses and Wishes, Prof. Twilight 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋. 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 Proud Proprietor of Twilight's Oddities and Knick Knacks PS- He insists that someone purchase him a pack of Realm Rivals. We do not condone this as, again, he has disappeared and is unlikely to return. Very tragic.

[!] Such flyers are scattered all about Aevos though never on a notice board. Nailed to tavern tables, hammered into trees, and even sitting neatly on the table of several unlocked homes--how they're found is just as odd as their contents. 𝕀𝕟 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔾𝕆𝔹𝕃𝕀ℕ Must Be: Dramatic Obnoxious Able to handle possible attempts to harm them Whatever goblins finds themselves adequately skilled will be pleased to know that I only need their services once. While I doubt you will be the one people may wish to harm, it is a possibility. *Please note that I am not liable for any injuries or loss of limbs* There will be a wig and costume you will be expected to acquire but that can be added into the price. Props are not needed though your commitment would be admired. Payment to be negotiated. Details to be discussed upon agreement. If interested, send a bird to... ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔫 𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔯 (Celetial_Bleh)

Corann Daevear neatly folds the paper before sliding it into a pocket. “An odd source but far be it from me to waste such riveting material.”

In a darkened hall does the lone Tantalus sit, pouring over the missive with a drink in hand. Lifting his mask, he finishes it off as though his life depends on it. “Shit.”

Corann Daevear lay in bed, alternating between staring at the ceiling and observing his now-much-shorter-arm. The missive was yet unknown to him but often his thoughts turned to those who took his hand. They grew darker with each passing day.

Bula'Ugluk reads over the missive several times before returning it to the notice board. "He nub flat den. Hozh!" With that incredibly insightful comment, she makes her way to the pile of Throqal skins in the square and tugs one free from the rest.

Well snap. That was a lotta drama crammed into one paragraph. (And 60+ peeps at 3 am???? THAT is magic) And of course you can hop in! I’m thinking of getting a quick discord server setup for the project. How does that sound?

Well, hello. I bet you're looking at your computer (or phone, I guess) and thinking "Man, where's the comic?" The answer to your question is that it doesn't exist. Not yet. I'm one of the many artists of this community and I decided I wanted to have a bit of fun. I'm sure there's plenty of fun stories y'all have had on the server. From heart-pounding combat to political intrigue and even some heart-warming slice of life rp. I want to read it all. And draw it. I am about to be pretty busy, so if a lot of people start giving me stories, I won't be able to do all of them. I'd also like to point out that I'm looking for short stories that I can compile into a zine. An online one that I'll post in this forum when it's done. If that sounds like fun, then read on! How to Participate You can either respond to this post with your story (following the requirements listed) or dm me it on discord. (Imbadatusernames #7443) Try to keep it short, but if it's still too long, then I'll decide which part to cut and keep. I'm aiming for 2-3 pages per story. I'm also not expecting a lot of people to give me their stories, but on the chance that I'm given too many (over 5) to put into the zine--then keep in mind that it's first come first serve. (And none of that "reserving a position" stuff) There's a chance I might take the 'overflow' and do a second zine, but don't hold me to it. I have commitment issues. If you're an artist and think you might wanna get in on this project (or create a zine of your own), hit me up! (Even if you don't want to work with me 'cause I want to see all of y'all's projects when they're done.) I know there's concerns of metagaming and what-not. If there's subtle details you don't want to disclose in "public" then go ahead and dm me. However, keep in mind that you're giving me the stories with the idea that I'll be drawing them and posting for the LOTC community to read. So if you're really hung up on someone doing what they shouldn't, then it's probably best you don't give me the story. On to the Requirements: What To Expect It will not be in color. If someone else wants to come along and do the flats, then maybe. But right now it's just me and I don't always have the time that I think I have. THIS IS NOT A COMMISSION. You will NOT be getting detailed character drawings to use in-game. If you want that, there's a ton of talented artists on this forum who'd love to do it. But this ain't the post for that. You will be credited for the story and character. If I have questions or want your opinion on something, I'll ask, but do not expect to have a say on every minute detail. Again, this is NOT a commission. When I post the comic, I'll tag everyone involved. If you also want to be tagged when it's released, lemme know. Fun. 'Cause that's the whole point of this little project. Please keep in mind that there is a possibility of bad puns and dad jokes. I try to repress it but sometimes the urge is too strong.

Corann bustles about with the invitation carefully folded in a pocket. The excitement builds as the date draws nearer.

Corann spots a crumpled missive on the side of the road. After snooping through its contents, he stuffs it in a pocket. ”Oh this I have to see.” He says to himself in between laughs.

First, I would like to thank the staff of LOTC for taking into consideration the communities’ thoughts and for being willing to try new things and change them if they do not work. There are many well thought out responses already so I will not go over all of my opinions on the issue of banditry. As fantastic and great as LOTC is, it cannot mimic exactly how a medieval fantasy situation would play out in real life. So of course there’s the problem of other players not being realistic with fighting. Of course you have situations where the fight takes so long other people stumble upon it and join in. I really can’t see how the staff can resolve that issue without constricting the rp environment and limiting the creativity of “good” bandits. In the end, we’re just going to have to admit these faults and use our own creativity to get around them. Of course, the main problem is people who don’t understand that a good role-play will require their character losing from time to time. Your character is going to get injured. Your character is going to get surprised. That’s just how it is. My opinion? Just finish it quick and move on to the next player. Cause my experience from banditry (though I do it differently than most) is that there are a lot of good and understanding rpers on this server. That’s why it’s so popular. So don’t give the jerks the time of day. However. Those jerks can easily kill you immediately no matter what you say. My suggestion is this: allow players to turn their pvp on and off. That way if they want to pvp default they can turn it on and will be able to. If they don’t, they can leave it off, forcing others to actually rp the encounter. If the player ignores legitimate rp encounters, then don’t worry about that player. It wouldn’t have been fun to rp with them anyways.