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“Perhaps it is time to venture back to Krugmar. And more often too.” Said some ‘ker to himself

Some ******* Twink is pleased. And will soon be returning to Llyria.

"I'd implore those that read this to avoid travel through the swamp. If you must go into the swamp, please equip a mask or something similar. The mist in the swamp will attempt to choke the very air out of the lungs. A group is heading out today to try and combat the spread of this cursed land and the destruction of this cult that plagues the land." Says some ******* Twink with red eyes. He's likely high.

A Ker frowns slightly. "Why does everywhere I go have to be threatened by the Mali'aheral? Do they know Llyria is allied with Oren, and that it it is the home of the Emperor's Father?"

A 'Ker smiles at such news. His thoughts flooded with the spirit walk that had taken place but a month ago. Clearly this was the right step forward

[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.

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.

“Where the **** are you to help ya people girly? If you think these leaders weak. Where the **** are you to come in and fix it? And I don’t know about you, but if ya royality up and fucks off. I doubt anyone would be willing to follow their wishes. From a stand point, Oren has offered Vira’ker alot more then Renatus ever has, or the silver state for that matter. Ya empire crowned a two year old. I’d say something good of Renatus, but nothing comes to mind. Not a single thing, comes to mind. Oren clips ears? That’s alright, I’ve stretched out and cut many human ears into fine points. Ya talk a big game, come fix this ya ******* self. But have ya? Have ya gone out of ya walls and tried to convice other ker? Or do ya complain behind pieces of paper? Not truly doing anything? Lazy if so. Shame, shame truly. Many claim to know the future, but that’s a bold bloody claim. My predictions? We all die alone and afraid, and each of us is forgotten within thirty years. Our ideals lost, forgotten. No matter ya race, ya title. One thing will remain true. No one will actually give a **** when ya die. Ya see? It’s bloody easy to pull things from ya ass.”

An aged Ker read over the letter, giving a frown. ”Aye, bloody nice of you to ignore the fact he’s a council member of Vira’ker. And that Haelu’or tortured his daughter. Ignorant people always ignore the entire topic, picking pieces to attack. Bloody sloppy, you do your dark elf name little. It’s called bloody spin. The art of manipulating information, common in ya bigger religions. Used to try and persuade others to your side with radical claims. I ain’t got any interest in this war. I’d be much happier if every nation on Arcas was burnt to the ground. The mortal races always fight over stupid ****. False beliefs of the world. If ya really want people to talk to ya. Don’t slaughter halfings that come with friendly intents. Don’t pick sides that have bloody acid baths and torture four year olds. You ever heard of a good person torturing a four year old? Bloody weak, what courts where you trained in? Ya need to acknowledge of the full ******* argument. No wonder this entire ******* continent is in discord. Do any of ya royals actually bloody know how to be a normal person? Power corrupts, magic, political. Doesn’t bloody matter which. Civility seems to be something everyone makes up their own definition. I’ll be here, ready to debate. I ain’t got a side in this war.” The aged dark elf said. ”Fenn has fought for elven people. Does Renatus? Do ya truly believe ya human empire fights for the rights of Mali? Would ya see all darkies beneath human rule? That’s alot like subjugation. I’ve been reading, Renatus refused Vira’kers first request, and barely after they formed a defensive pact. Renatus came in to murder the prince. Are these truly the people that want what’s best for Mali’ker? for Mali? For the Kha? For the Halflings, for the Dwarves? Humanity nearly subjugated all the races in the past. Many elves lived to see it, and are still alive today. And very rude of you to openly and publicly state that Vira’ker leadership is less civil than them Orcs. Blodoy good job you’ve just called an ally to ya cause un-civil. Using the ‘ame’s argument against him with that comment? Ya really sure ya should be doing any sort of public relations. I’m willing to debate, but you’ll gotta improve if ya want anyone to take ya seriously. But I know ya type, you’re gonna go off on some tangent at me most likely. Screeching about how Renatus is actually good, the people who slaughtered a friendly envoy of small halfings to start with. How insecure must you be to run down people barely half ya size?” “I’ll go on to ask. What’s gonna keep the humans from over running the Silver state? Who has little military presence. The high elves would be slaughtered. These humans forcefully took power before, why the **** wouldn’t they do it again?”

((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.

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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PRINCIPALITY OF VIRA’KER MILITARY REFORMATION: VIHAI’KER “For those we love, we die in battle, For those we distrust, we bring the watchful eyes and ears of the Vihai’ker, For those that call us friend, we are honor bound, For those that call us foe, we are ready.” depicted vihai’ker involvement in the War of Two Emperors, circa 1715 THE TENETS OF VIHAI’KER Bound by Duty Vihai’ker must serve for ten years before being allowed retirement. Vihai’ker shall be expected to raise their children as Vihai’ker. They too must serve for ten years before being allowed to venture to over professions. Adorning the Garb Every Vihai’ker must maintain their armor and equipment as if it were a living entity. Every member is heavily encouraged to wear their armor as often as possible. For beneath the helm, they may look different. But with it, all look the same. Vihai’ker are welcome to adorn custom armor pieces and such, to allow personality to each. ((As long as the skin maintains an overall 70% of its original look)) The Hearth Family has been deeply rooted in civil life since the dawn of time. Though Vihai’ker may not all be related by blood, they are to consider one another family. For in their armor, they all appear to look the same. Their bonds are to surpass the bonds of blood. Comrades-at-Arms Vihai’ker are fully expected to train and teach one another in the art of combat. Each Vihai’ker will have to uphold their own in combat regardless of sex, race, age, or profession. Vihai’ker are not allowed to retreat unless directly ordered to do so. They are to hold their ground, even if they stare death in the face. Coherent Institution Vihai’ker must uphold and maintain a steady education. Members unable to read or write shall promptly be taught how to do so. They are to teach their offspring how to do so. If certain Vihai’ker are lacking with access to information, it is the duty of another Vihai’ker to take it upon themselves to properly teach their fellow Vihai’ker. Loyalty All Vihai’ker must serve for the greater good, for the best interest of Vihai’ker, and for the crowned royalty of Vira’ker. Vihai’ker shall swear loyalty to one another, as each shall be entrusted with another life. Vihai’ker are banished from lying to one another. The punishment for lying is public flogging. pikes poised, viha’ker training exercise, circa 1713. RANKING High Prince Created beneath the rule of Vira’ker, The Prince of Vira’ker will assume overall control of the order. Orders will come directly from the crown, and handed down through the proper chain of command. Hortiator The Hortiator shall assume control of the military on day to day matters. They report directly to the High Prince. And shall pass down orders from the chain of command, or issue orders themselves to their troops of Vihai’ker. They will be in charge of maintaining military affairs, as the High Prince must run a nation. They will handle most situations unless the High Prince is directly required. The Hortiator shall oversee promotions to Ordinators, and Hierarchs. Ordinators Ordinators serve beneath the Horitiator as close advisers, and give out orders to the rest of Vihai’ker. They will be required to help document on matters. Ordinators will help oversee the overall affairs within the order. They shall be entrusted with the recruitment of new Vihai’ker. Ordinators may appoint new Hierarchs with permission from the Hortiator. Ordinators are expected to lay their life on the line for Vira’ker. - Hierarchs Hierarchs serve as junior officers, entrusted with up keeping the peace within the order. They shall be the ones to deal with traitors and rule breakers. They will be expected to submit elven bi-weekly reports on activities and events taking place within Vira’ker. As well as document criminals when they commit a crime. Hierarchs are entrusted with the promotions of Vindicators,Vigilants, Aspirants, and Medics. Hierarchs are sworn to lay their life on the line for Vihai’ker Vindicators Vindicators are senior Vihai’ker. Proven hardy over the years, and truly battle worthy. Vindicators are upheld with the task of protecting their comrades and allies. They report directly to the Hierarchs. Vindicators are also entrusted with the detaining of criminals within city limits. They pass down orders from Hierarchs to the rest of Vihai’ker. Vindicators are sworn to lay their lives down for Vihai’ker Vigilants These are the bulk of Vihai’ker. They are tasked with the betterment of themselves, trained even further in the ways of fighting and the sharpening of their minds. Like Vindicators, Vigilants are entrusted to capture criminals and man their post. They are sworn to lay their live for Vihai’ker Aspirants Newly joined Vihai’ker. Be it through their blood or their desire to join, Aspirants are the recruits of the order. They are trained in the paths of fighting and taught knowledge they did not possess. - Quartermaster The Quartermaster is entrusted with the arming of Vihai’ker. They are to produce a steady amount of armor and weaponry when quested. Their job can be more seasonal. In turn, the Quartermaster is not required to make their children Vihai’ker. Medics The medical branch of Vihai’ker are entrusted with the general health of Vihai and Vira. They are expected to go out onto the battlefield to keep their comrades and allies alive. Even lay down their lives should it come to it. Medics are not required to raise their children as Vihai’ker. vihai’ker resisting foul creatures, circa 1711. CULTURE Vihai’ker are a proud people. And their roots to one another should go even deeper than any they have had before. For these are the men and women you will fight and die beside. There is no hate between one another. Issues with between one another Vihai’ker may spark a spar between the two. To prove who the better is. Small disputes can often be solved like this. Legal issues will be settled in court. Regardless of sex or race, each Vihai’ker are entitled to their own believes. However Vihai’ker will be creating their own holidays. To honor them and their way of life. Each Vihai’ker in encouraged to bring forth new ideas, to help better the order and bring those within closer. Children joining the Vihai’ker must reach a physical state that allows them to properly wield weapons before joining. Parents are encouraged to train them beforehand. As said in the tenets, all Vihai’ker must uphold a steady education. Knowledge is treasured by most all mortal races. And knowledge is not to be withheld from one another. Lying between Vihai’ker’s is nearly unforgivable and strictly forbidden. Flogging has been the settled punishment for adult liars. The armor they adorn would be considered a relic to the Vihai’ker. As it signals that the other is something more than family. It strengthens the unity of each Vihai’ker regardless of race or sex. Out of their armor, they may be diverse. Within it, they are simply Vihai’ker. TRADITION THE GROOK Once a year (In turn every elven week), all Vihai’ker shall gather for days, or sometimes even weeks of celebration, training, tournes,with a general carnival like atmosphere and games. During this, for a full day and night. ((1 hour)) The Vihai’ker shall retire to speak to one another. And discuss important events, share reports, and pass general knowledge to one another. This part of the event is not open to the general public of Vira’ker. BINDING Not literally binding, but this tradition implores Vihai’ker to seek a group or at least one other Vihai’ker to spend some time with, to get to know them better. This will overall increase the personal ties to one another. Each Vihai’ker should ideally perform this rite once a month. What each gathering will do is up to the group. It could be an ideal time to train, or finish up on work you were doing with the aid of others. MORNING LIGHT Vihai’ker that arise early in the morning shall prepare a glass of water, and a hearty meal before reach a spot where they can see the sun. They shall thank their comrades, and offer praise towards the order beneath the watchful and burning gaze of the sun. As they dine, Vihai’ker should reflect inward. Counting their mistakes and figuring out ways to fix them. (This should last at least four emotes) DUSK TILL DAWN Vihai’ker that arise later in the day and stay up through the nights shall prepare a meal fitting for the night. During this tradition, Vihai’ker may drink ale or a similar alcohol with their meal. Fish over rice is a very common dish for this. This tradition is best when practiced with other Vihai’ker, as it is to celebrate the life of one another and yourself. And offer praise to the good accomplishments you and your comrades have performed. REMEMBRANCE, and the Jiubian Bonfire. Once every two years, the Vihai’ker meet fully once more for a more closed off holiday. A day to remember their fallen brothers and sisters. To honor those that have died in the line or duty, or of natural causes. This holiday is the most formal one for Vihai’ker. They shall prepare food, after they mourn the loss of what was once alive, to sit down and have a feast together. After the meal is over, typically Vihai’ker retire back to their homes. In the case that the order does not wish to depart after the feast. They spread stories of the past, spar, and enjoy themselves. And as stated, an effigy of Jiub is to be constructed. Allowing offerings to be burnt, and the bodies of those that worshipped the spirits. Though the arrival of new religion enter the order, they too will be allowed to honor their dead as their customs allow. :Aspirant Armor: :Vigilant/Vindicator Armor: :Hierarch Armor: :Ordinator/Horiator Armor:

R.I.P

So, I logged off as a different persona from my main. When I returned, it said I was the main persona when using /persona view. But it kept me in the place and with the Inv of the other persona, whilst the card said I was the main. I had soulbound items as well on the main persona. Would love some help getting this sorted!

To this, I address to the Race Traitors. Those that would further spill the blood of Malin. In regards to the Silver State, the Mali’aherals choices and actions little surprise me. Eons of inbreeding has corrupted their genes. Degrading them to the point of being Valah, which they imitate very well. They claim to not be barbaric savages, yet they started this war. Plunged Arcas into chaos. Simply for the blood of Malin trying to defend itself from future threats. They openly raid across the land. As as of the past month, the Mali’aheral are child beaters. Dirty Chikirs that are not worthy of the life Malin gave them. They throw away the blessings of our father, and turn their back to him. These heretics will not go un-punished. For their aid of spilling Mali blood, I promise a life time of hatred. What happens, Mali’aheral? When we survive for the next hundreds of years? Do you think we shall forgive the sins of the past? As of late, the Mali’aheral kneel before the Valah. Their lips planted firmly around the base of their *****. The in-breeder's have plauged this realm long enough. They claim to be the rightful leaders of the Mali. But how can you lead the Mali when you’re the chamber side girl of the Emperor of Man? Our actions in the next following years will shape the future. Will you be placed in history as the race traitors you are? What made you forsake the blood of Malin? The Mali’aheral adhere to no god, yet they support the Valah as if they were one. For this, I label the Mali’aheral of the Silver State to be Traitors to Malin and his children. Chikir’s, and heretics. To the brain washed Mali that serve the Emperor. It is strange, to see this slave mentality happening before my very eyes. Many Imperial Mali claim that the Empire is not as it seems. That we are simply mistaken. Yet, they attack with out ever being threatened. They jump to war and the chance to kill simply over a defensive pact. Mali children are beaten. Ears are clips, and Mali are openly subjugated. Forced to preform to the whims of Valah. Book licking, and far worse treatments. Are you Mali simply blind? Or have you lost all hope? All will to fight for a better life. You doom your children to the same life of systematic racism and forced hardships. To the Mali that fight for the Empire, I can say little. For these race traitors can hardly be worthy of the air they breath. Many claim they would not seek to harm another Mali. But as you idly stand by, our people grow abused by the hands of the Empire. But you do nothing, will you ever do anything? To those Mali Generals and public servants of the Empire. You are traitors to your race, and to Malin. No years of torment can ever forgive your crimes against his children. When all these Valah have died from old age, and their Empire shatters as it has before, where will you go? You could have found any of us, to find a place to call home. But instead you pick your slaver. Time and time again. There is no freeing a slave that willingly wears chains. There is no teaching savages how to act civil. For now, I wait. For the Valah today will all day, their children shall die, their children's children shall die. Entire generations shall pass before A Mali dies. One day, not one of their children will truly remember the rage and savagery of their lesser developed ancestors. But such a time is not now, hatred is all the Empire knows. And soon, the modern world will have no place for them. We are less then three hundred years away from the 2000’s. I implore you. Get your act together. Signed~ Daichia Jusmia Nimloth.

Daichia Nimloth smiles beneath his helm. “Ah, it seems in-breeders are displeased. Let them, they have been withering away behind their walls for eons.”

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