Hawkeye_Gough

A mere child in the shadow of the Titan, and yet a chosen of the path of Strife, the Seven-Armed-Lord had gone fifty years without laying sight on the Swathed Girl. It remained oblivious to her ascent, or, as he would see it, her undoing. Among the last words he ever spoke to her, were: "I forgive you- as he would." The very last, were: "I hope to see you soon." But the Hells had taken their toll, long before Ruin became the meagre- the defeated. Upon the throne of Strife, whose essence now echoed into another continent, the Herald decreed: "From the moment the pact was signed... She was dead." Word would not reach him of what had transpired, but in the depths of his stony heart it would make no change. "Useful," he echoed, a failed approximation of her voice, "and nothing more."

Holy shit someone actually responding to the content of the pack instead of vagueposting about bad faith? In any event, I quite agree with this! I don't think most of this pack is pure buffs, a lot of it is lesser power increase. The spells that do take large buffs have drawbacks added (like a shorter range on vigorous blow, a shorter stun on fervent flare, etc). This amend-pack seems a lot more based around making playing as, OR AGAINST, a templar more fun. Even if I've had problems with many templar players, I like fun, and I like this pack. +1

With how rare current sapping is between different Mystic groups, considering how completely easy it is, I don't expect much to come of the change, in terms of bad faith. But I do think the possibility will lead to certain people being gatekept out of the community for fear they might "act naz-like" Idk; I think this is better than current but requires improvement. Weasel is making a handful of changes so I'll likely be quite happy with the finished product <3

I recognize that, yes. Opposing covens, then. Sentiment still remains, but thank you for the correction

I agree. This feels less like a mechanical fix for Wights' very real problem and more like allow mass production of wights to become a "main" or only significant mystic coven- and even if I benefit from that I don't like it The mention of how one "should" seek out destruction of other wights for being in other covens seems to me to confirm that, but as I don't know of any current phylac-hunting operations by existing wights I may just be paranoidposting

@Samson OptionI think it's a case of writers all assuming the other felt it best. I was of the assumption he felt it optimal for the lore to pass- and then may be amended, and I think he was of the assumption that I figured it would improve Dreadknights to rely on their special weapons. If it turns out we don't really think those things, it's not a necessary rule. In the morning we'll discuss removing it. I agree! I don't think that a set of admittedly nerfing changes should be a "punishment" to existing Paleknight players. I tried to word my thoughts on the purpose to avoid the really common accusation of "bad faithing" pales. I do NOT think that there's an issue of Paleknights over-powering themselves beyond what their lore allows. I DO think that the current lore simply leaves them very strong against mundane folks in a way that promotes spamming easier fights. Rather than place blame on specific names, I would give the example that I very infamously behaved this way, myself. Not to a level of powergaming, I took the advantages of Paleknights' state of balancing to be pretty exceptionally "strong", and until a few months in I never had anything I really did besides go and kill people. Of the Paleknights I've spoken to while writing, many felt a similar lack of "stuff to do", even if they behaved better than I did.

Hi my name's Hawkeye_Gough, you might know me from Dreadknights lore? heh.

Really impressive prose! +666

Julia Esther Sarkozic took notice of the missive, and cheered to herself as she read it. "I know that you will do wonderfully," she promised to her husband, and the two went to take tea in their dining room.

A perhaps inauspicious bid was left, carried by some unknown culprit to be placed upon each and every relevant noticeboard: "Ten mina and one very big hug." - Herlurazhna Garzu Zu'e, Pale Lord of the Hands.

The Custodian of the Seventh Synod read one of the missives found on the outer wall of their Tower... The outer wall, as no such witch, to his knowledge, had been allowed within. With a sigh, the Custodian rips up the missive and scatters it to the wind. They already met most of these requirements and had no ample need to fight over them, at least in his mortal mind.

Julia Sarkozic read the news as it was delivered to her writing desk. Lately, she had spent too much time at that same desk, and what she read gave her the need to step away, a short moment of rest which she had lately neglected to take. She took a moment, knelt before her bed, to thank GOD for ensuring the Duke's passing was painless and peaceful.

This would improve rp by ensuring that vampires have a way around meaningless salt-spam while also preserving a way to put them if they aren't careful. Good enough for me +100

An Uruk with hide the color of sunset kneels in an alleyway, gorging on the fetid flesh of some innocent Idunian. Wretched, burned fingers reach for the missive... "A master..." he says, to himself. "A need..." A blaze of Abyssfire obscures the Orc for a short moment, and as it fades there is no body nor wretched man. All that remains is the pig-faced visage of Akuma, as he makes for an aviary.

You deal with WHAT archers?

The Champion of Clay, not a warrior at all but a lost wiseman called Akenzaemon, regards a report from Evil-Eye. A shard of porcelain flaked from the hollowed scar, a stabbed out hole in his mask to emulate eyes where he had none. The simulacrum covered his bleak and empty visage with a veil of pure mana, as he spoke. "Six," it said, simply. "Six times has the seafarer felt his mane pull at the earth, and said to me, 'gather the clay'. Six times have living-kind rebuked your message... And six times over have you braved loss and terror." An oddly twitching arm on the Sorvian's side came to rest on a cane, carved by an ancient hero who still lived, as Akenzaemon spoke on. "I have in your efforts a great pride, for you have weathered harrowing chaos in the service of your Purpose." The wiseman his his youth behind the veil, which bellowed as if he were some ancient and powerful being. "And I suspect that it will serve well our home and our people. I will reward you with a task of peace and kindship. Greet our guests, and bring forth a feast."

Julia Sarkozic takes a look over the missive in Miloš's hand, while she teaches Dragana to sew. "Oh, lovely!" Her voice resounds like a chime, and she marks her calendar with violet ink.

This Lore has been accepted. Moved to Implemented Lore, it will be sorted to it's appropriate categ- ... ... wait... where are all the Tree Lords?

We all love you; I'm confident that you'll find a lot of peace <3

I hope things are going well on your end; all else aside I've always had fun when you were around! I'll try to keep in touch a little better, whether or not we can rp soon. Hopefully things get cleared up ^^

Anybody want aether?

I knew it was a trick because the tags didn't include "jannies" so it wasn't real Admin hate. Pics incoming shortly:

Sorvian and Sorvian sculptor here: You do a *really* good job of encapsulating the vibes first, aesthetic freedom second, crp LAST mindset of the man-made men <3 I'd love to see this pass, it seems endlessly cool and wouldn't contribute to crp spam. I'd be happy to use one myself just to vibes post

There are good points that at the end of the day signing up for a CA is agreeing you'll eventually be pked -- and it probably won't be fun for you while it happens. That said, the idea of getting dragged into a crp you weren't present for, feeling on thin ice with staff before even doing anything, etc... doesn't seem like the reason that those pk clauses are in place. There seem to have been a lot of places where a little bit of courtesy or ooc forewarning (on mechanics - I don't mean meta) would have changed this from an ooc shitfest to a potentially fun irp shitfest. I won't pretend to know how much of that courtesy is intended among tree lords or wider rules, but all the people I've tried anything similar to can attest to my rp-first focus. This sounds like the opposite

[!] The following is a mundane dream (or rather a train of thought). It is not public information and is posted only for narrative purposes. [!] The woman had left, and the father was forced to remain. She had told him of a black Phylactery, unearthed upon the new Continent, and he was unable to purge worry from his thirty three minds. "Am I not like you?" The Madman asked to no-one. And, as always, no-one answered: "Not. . . Enough. . ." "Of course," was all that came in reply. The Madman thought to the tale of his predecessor, shared not so simply but through grimoire, and sermon, and vision, and death. Though the Madman did not see his predecessor in his thought, but rather himself. The Madman had walked a thousand miles from Aegis, leaving the battleground behind for his own battle. He knew in his heart that he could match any Aenguldaemon, but perhaps he could not best them. It did not matter, for he raised his Kingdom and ruled it fairly, kindly, godlessly. The day came, some years after his true ascent, where his adoration was undone. The Nemesis had battled with him, and the struggle lasted only a moment. They were locked, together, in a stark black Throne. "I am not so unlike you," he argued then. "Were you not locked away, as I was? Were you not made to rule from your Seat, like I? Are you not... Forgotten?" The Madman raged in his mind but his words were measured. Surely he were not inadequate; not after each and every success. "Am I not like you?" "Not. . . Enough. . ." "So mote it be." The Madman considered on, the story already out of order. The nameless Wraith was not born to be a king. He was not born as the nameless Wraith at all, but forged. Made to serve his higher purpose by the hands of others. A mutable and altered soul, far from the will of the so-called Gods and so far from the debased weakness of Man made Dark no longer. The Madman, seeing another as himself, was granted strength and then made to wrestle eternally with another in his resting place. "Surely we are the same," he spoke again. "Like you, I am uncursed. My demise was in forty years, so what effect does limited nature have?" - "Like you, I am unblessed. I have never stepped into the Seven Skies and I never will." A wind passed, swirling around the forgotten kingdom and its nameless monarch. "And were you not made to house the Wraithsoul, and conjoined to the Aenguldaemon against your intent? What is the Greatgeist if not the modern Wraithsoul, and what is the Horror if not the Soulless Aengul?" He allowed his words to process, before asking yet again: "Am I not like you?" "Not. . . Enough. . ." "Doubtless." There was little else for the Madman to call upon, except for their shared purpose. He did not need this story because he knew it in his heart; he could not exist without it. "Did you not wield Strife? The sword shattered yet whole? And did you not lead your people with love, a more powerful tool than any weapon?" He begged, pleading his final essences. "I have led your virtue with blade against the Aenguls' shields. I have honored my people, praising them as they did me." It occurred to him, then. The Difference. The Madman sought permit, pleading with his own vision of the Lord who was not there. He must no longer chase his dreams but instead make them. Finally, changed, his question came. "Will I be like you?" "You. . . May. . . Be." And the woman returned to her Father, and he awoke. He did not speak about his dream, but hers. And the wise Lord was sated.