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  1. [Resolution of the Debate] After a quick conversation with another player on this matter. I have be affirmed of the Haelunor Player base actively turns away Radicalize OOC behavior such as Nazi's and have before. These groups like to take root where ever they can on the internet. Good work! The last thing I'd want to see is someone trying to exploit the younger player base, and sadly that is what these groups do.
  2. I'm a new player indeed, as I joined last year. Not alot of you know me, but I've spent the last nine years roleplaying online and general games. I've seen alot of roleplay of different varieties. But LOTC is by far the most unquie RP I've ever had. Which is why I want to bring this up. We do not allow ERP on the server. We do not allow Beastiality on the Server. We do not allow Necrofilia on the Server. We do not allow Pedophilia on the server. Should we allow an RP group to start to emulate and mimic Nazi Germany? This is a sensitive subject, but I am serious. We have a player group under 18. And because of that we moderate things on the serve. Some of us are from all around the world. My concern rest from a Handbook released for children. High elf children. Where they learn general life traits with their fellow pure high elves! And will get to bond with one another. As well as purging their first Race Traitor. I understand that High elves believe in purity. I get that. Racism is a thing that happened in this time. But this is a carbon copy of Hilters youth camps. I'm not accusing them of being Nazis. That is not what this is. Alot of people died to keep Nazi Germany from spreading it's ideal in our actual world. I do not think we should allow the emulation of Nazi in anyway shape or form. [Main Argument] Our youth. There are actual groups of people out there who actually and actively follow the Nazi ideals and goals. Many of them claim they are not a hate group. But they march in public, and openly carry a flag of death with them. An actual group of white supremacists have started raising their kids and other kids to openly hate lesser races and actively work towards destory the planet, freeing it of the lesser people. These children are being raised with the same ideals from birth. They'll never actually know another life but the one forced upon them. We have people able to play this game as young as 13. And depending on where you're from, your education of WW2 and the Holocaust could be better or lesser than others. Regardless, when I 13, I didn't actually get Nazi Germany. I knew they were bad, but I didn't truly understand what they did. As they grew older, I learned what being a Nazi was. I came to understood why so many people risked their lives not even a hundred years ago to stop the spread of Nazi influence. I never thought I'd see the Nazis march in person, even in my small town in America. But it happened. These groups are still actively out there. My intent is not to accuse, but to implore Haelunor to stop their current actions. Your kids will naturally be more likely to be like you on a biological level. You do not need to recreate Hilters youth camps to keep true to your desire of Pure races lore.
  3. ((This post contains reference to content that others might find triggering or emotionally upsetting. Read at your own desire.)) Daichia Jusmia, was truly no one. His father, Gusiam Jusmia openly denounced the ancestors. Claiming that older Ker used it has a ploy, to brain wash the young into false beliefs and a fear of death. Daichia was born in 1561, his mother was but a simple servant that happen to get caught upon the roads by a bandit. This bandit would come to be his father. A murderer, thief, and heretic. He had a nasty habit of forcing himself on women. His mother was no different, but she took seed. And soon, was with child. But soon after his birth, his mother met an ill fate. Smothered in her sleep, the bab Daichia stolen away into the night by his father. Gusiam held no desire to stay where he was. And soon boarded ship, heading outward towards Atlas. Taking the growing Mali’ker with him. They would come to make a home deep in the southern part of Atlas, where Daichia knew little of his fathers past. He lived a simple life growing up. Maintaining their home, adding in securing food. Truly it was a simple life. And Daichia was raised, blissfully ignorant to his father’s crimes. There was little talk of religion between them. As it was only when Daichia started to venture forth on his own did he discover that his people had a faith. This sparked many debates between the two, as father and son bickered over the matter. In the end, Daichia would move onward before becoming of age. His father would fall ill soon after. His body was never found, and it was generally agreed that wolves had broken in and dragged the corpse out of the cabin. From here, he spent his days hunting game. And living off of the land, offering his service as a sell sword to those with coin. Truly, he was content with being no one. But, fate never leaves anyone out. And it sunk its claws into Daichia. The Mali’ker would come across a town called Belvitz in which he met a human whom he’d never truly forget. His name was Pandir, a charming lad, spastic. But a good heart. Truly, the elf felt at home, as they humans had welcome him with open arms. This lasted for a few years. The Imperial change in attitude towards elves looked dire to him, and Belvitz’s jolly mayor had stepped down. A Marshall took control of the town. And the ker promptly left. He would come across Fenn next in his journey through life. Taking up the title of banner men once more beneath them. Even cut off the tail of a horrid undead wyvern during his stay. Daichia respected the Mali’fenn, but he was hardly personally close to any. It was when their prince declared that all citizens and snow elves must come to worship their deity, did he leave. He would come to take up arms with a small group called the Wyvern Fang company. Hired blades, but the group lasted for a few years. Before the majority of them had been hunted down by Darius Ault. Daichia survived, by simply leaving at the right time. From here, Daichia had herd word of a group of ‘ker gathering. He would make their way to their encampment, and witness the wedding of Xavis Ashwood, and Wren Ashwood. He did little to get involved with their matters, and spent his last days on Atlas hunting game in the woods. It was upon Arcas, that Daichia would invest himself into Vira’ker. From staying within Aegorthond. To their small fort where he took oath beneath Avurak Syllar, where he would see the coronation of Avurak. Daichia would come to make close personal connections with several that also called Vira’ker their home. And he would watch Vas Vincrute make a choice one hardly ever returns from. But nothing last forever, Vira’ker was raided, and Avurak killed by the hands of Renatus. He would see Vira’ker join Fenn and Aegrothond in an Elven Union. And was starting to gain mantels and titles. Ones which he knew little what to do with. He would live to see the Orcs betray their promise to the elves. Watching Valen Syllar take the throne after Avurak’s death. But in his last years, he would live to see the re-birth of the Oren empire. And rode with Vira’ker and Fenn. to rally with Oren and meet Renatus upon the field of battle. He would live to see the birth of Vaelor Syllar, and he would come to enter a throne room. Forsaken by his royalty, the crown left upon the throne. And for the first time in a long time, Daichia fell to his knees and wept. A document declare himself, Dak’ir Des’Nox, and Necor Illaka upon a regency council. Daichia would come to meet the Oren Emperor, something he’d never expect in his life. After all, he was no one. To secure Vira’ker ties with Oren He would live to see Lucius Daemyr lay claim to the Vira’ker throne, and lived to see Lucius crowned upon the throne of Vira’ker. In this time, he had taken but two lovers. The first, he believed to be dead, a Ker by the name of Sanvi. They would have a daughter. a daughter that would no longer have a father. The second, was Kelia, the daughter of the Shade Lockezi. Who was with child, who also will never know the sight of their father. Daichia would meet his death not far outside Vira’ker. At the hands of Vinir Orothell, where the two engaged in combat. In an emotionally heated fight, words were exchanged, and blows were traded. But Daichia would fall to the younger ker. Dying silently, with no words. Death was silent History would not remember dead men And Daichia would lay lifeless on the ground. In his final moments, he was joyful. For truly, he believed he’d prove his father wrong and end the debate that was never settled.
  4. The Lament of Ggteixeira “I was only 20 years old. I loved Lord of the Craft so much, I had all the donation perks and merchandise. I'd check the Lord of the Craft twitter every night before bed before thanking Tythus for the server I’ve been given. “Lord of the Craft is love” I say, “Lord of the Craft is life." The GMs hears me and completely break the rules for Renatus. I knew they were just jealous of my devotion to Lord of the Craft. I write up a forum staff report. The GMs delete it and give me forum content moderation. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm... It's Fireheart! I was so happy. He whispers in my ear "Let's redo the warclaim." He unbans me with his ogre hands, and teleports me back to Helena. I'm ready. I draw my blade for Lord of the Craft. Fireheart takes back what he said. It hurts so much, but I continue to play for Lord of the Craft. I can feel my mental tearing and eyes watering. I want to win this war. He roars a mighty roar as he bans someone for alting before the warclaim, only to un-ban them the day after. Tarren walks in. Fireheart looks her in the eye and says, "Community admin LOL." Fireheart leaves and can only be contacted through emails. Lord of the Craft is love I'd say, Lord of the Craft is my life.” ~Written by Ggteixeria. I can not take credit for his artistic genius
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  6. ThatFunkyBunch

    Qudlia

    Born into a disgraced High elven family on the days of Atlas. His ilk was cast out. His mother having cheated on her husband. The birth of Viadaen would prove to be her downfall. As he was not her husbands child. And this became clear with each passing day after his birth. Until he was at the ripe age of six. He and his mother were exiled. His mother raised him in the wilds of Atlas. Where Viadaen spent his days at home. Tending to crops, or reading about the arcane arts. Magic held a fascination to him from a young age. As he saw it as a mean to achieve greatness. And perhaps restore his mothers legacy. But all he could do was read about the arcane arts. He had no way to attempt magic or learn it on his own. Towards his finals days on Atlas, his mother fell ill. The woman falling into a deep depression that killed her in the end. Her body was buried, and it was then that Viadaen turned his back on his home. And on Atlas. Looking towards the far off shores of a land that had not yet been fully tamed. A wild land were nations would war, and barter with one another. Perhaps in these strange lands, he could find himself a proper teacher. Gain a connection to magic, and carve his families name into history itself
  7. ThatFunkyBunch

    Qudlia

    "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age". Diachia spent his younger life as a elf of spirituality. His mother died during child birth, his father, named Gusiam took his infant son and fled far away from the depths of known civilization. Struck with grief he sought to raise his son into a life without true strife. For heaven was but a state of mind, and Hell could be easily escaped with ideas. Raised off the land, they two ventured too the far down south. Making their home between Rivia and Fenn. It wasn't until Diachia reached his fifties that he would leave home to live a life of his own. His father had passed in the night before he left, with nothing but his name sake the cheerful Dark Elf spent years trying to find The Dominion of Malin , the land where he was born. And the final resting place of his mother. With little knowledge on the world outside of his shack, Diachia quickly became aware of the need for supply and demand. Where food was grown, people would be. He traveled to Fenn, his father had told him of the cost line province. From there he took work as a fisher, learning all he could about the world he found himself flung into. And by night he mapped the stars, he swore he could feel a pull when looking into the cosmos. As if something beckoned him. How small was he really? That so much of the sky would never be touched by his hands. In his sixties, Diachia would take to the road once more. Traveling up along the western coast of Atlas. Where he came across the Provence of Sutica, known for its open trade relations, and kind nature. He didn't stay for long at all. Though it seemed like a place he would find himself visiting. He took to the sea, sailing with a trading ship towards Kaz'Ulrah. He was impressed with the Dwarven drive to build and control. Though it wasn't the life style he preferred. He would make his way on foot, sleeping in the wilds, caves. Hunting and selling skin. It was around his hundreds that Diachia took up the blade, and became a sellsword. And he has since bounced across the land, taking any contract he could find. His goal still the same. Find his way to Malin, to visit his mothers tomb stone. Even if he has been putting off the task for most of his life. Perhaps he is afraid of what he will find in the Wood elf city. But there is only one way to find out.
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