SimplySeo

[!] Several later letters are amended to include the following hastily tacked on. PS. If you go through with it, you can eat one of the councillors, half of them don't do their job anyway. PPS. If it increases my chances at all, I briefly had a thing with a Frost Witch in Serrimor.

[!] Flocks of ravens descend from the mountains of Urguan, baring the sigil of Clan Starbreaker, their letters are dispersed throughout the continent. TO THE MAN-EATING WITCHES OF FROST This year marks my two-hundred and forty-fifth yuletide without snow, a sorry truth, for as a boy, I enjoyed the hiking about the snow-capped chalk-alps of Kaz'Ulrah. At this point, many generations of Dwarves have been born that have never, in fact, experienced a white yuletide. Among the many troubles plaguing our society, I rate this one higher than most. Therefore, I write this letter for the greater-good of Urguan, petitioning you to curse the land with winter, as you often make a habit of doing so elsewhere, so these Beardlings might experience the joy of Yuletide as I once did. Furthermore, I wish to force fur mantles and the like to come back into fashion, as I am quite proud of my own, for it belonged to the now-extinct morko bear of Arcas (or was it Atlas? I am too old to recall.) SIGNED Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, High Reckoner of Urguan, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

An injured Hedgeknight once known as Uriel- Uther, and Tar-Númenatâr, King of the Adunians, wades into the battle, longsword in blazing with white fire. In that moment, a blackness consumed the Templar's heart, and fey was he. For now none lived who knew him as an equal, save the Dwarf, Belekar. This he knew, and this he mourned, to him, Tony was more a brother than any of his blooded kin.

Hows the missus

To the Lady Areesha Nafees Sayyid. I find myself and my household in a similar situation to yours- Recent immigrants to Aaun and, as it were 'fish out of water'. I myself have had the fortuitous luck to find employment, though having been dispossessed and unemployed for a number of years prior, I understand your struggle. Though I yet have any children of my own, I would like to employ you for your other talents, chiefly tailoring (as I have a great need of clothes that are not some form of muddy tabard over armor) and cooking, as I (respectfully) find the Aaunic palette a bit bland for my taste. I look forward to our meeting, whether you choose to seek employment from myself or otherwise, GOD bless. Signed Ser Wulfram von Rademacher, Knight of the Realm, Captain of the Whitespire Watch

To the staff of the Kaktuz Weekli Kindly inform the Goblin Trainees within your employ that, despite their lack of experience, that I can personally attest to the accuracy of their artistic depiction of King Adrian I of Balian, having met the King during his youth. I applaud their artistic skill and look forward to reading further issues of thew Kaktuz Weekli, you have earned yourself a new subscriber. May we meet honorably, on the battlelfield or otherwise. Numenatar of the House Arthalionath, Lord-Father of Numendil, King Emeritus.

"Tantrum trumpet." Said Ser Wulfram, he was still a little new to Aaun, but he had spirit.

Ser Wulfram points at his name. "Look Hod! I'm famous." @Pepto

Jormunharr Ingmornesson looks forward to an easy supply of Lifeforce in the upcoming battle. Mercenary work is has its benefits.

[!] A missive can be found throughout the warring realms. TO THE MEN OF THE SOUTH I, Jormunharr, son of Ingmorne, Champion of the Dark-Gods, reach out to you now with an offer. Since the outbreak of hostilities, my warriors and I have found ourselves wanting for easy loot and prey, gates are closed, and wealth is stashed away in hidden troves. This will not do, this cannot do, not while there is plunder to be had, and lifeforce to drink. Therefore, I offer the services of my undying self, and fifty to a hundred of my warriors, Svarlanders, infamous across the realms, and worth two men of the south apiece, to those willing to enter contract with us. I ask for no coin, only plunder-rights, and to feast uninterrupted upon any my warriors and I capture in battle. We shall join you in battle and kill, maim, and burn your foes, and you will be spared our reaving until the end of the war, at which point, our business may be renegotiated, or we shall otherwise return to marauding indiscriminately. Competing offers will be asked to offer up coin, or items of significant worth. I await your responses; you may direct your messenger ravens to Gashadokuro's fortress. Signed. Jormunharr Konungr, Jarl of Ingmornesborg, King of Ævajaringaland, Undead Champion of Svarland, Warchief of the Svarls

Jormunharr Ingmornesson briefly contemplated if he should've given Gashadokuro a warning.

Ser Wulfram recalls being terrified of the Dwarf. Jorvin Starbreaker smells profit.

burning of barrowton and the coronation, hands down.

never ask pepto what happened to mordred

I eat spicy food pretty frequently and that stuff already is weaponized

I had a falling out with my original friend group around the time I joined lotc, so 90% of my friends now come from LOTC, plus its one of the easiest ways to get natural spontaneous rp. Pretty much everyone I've befriended in human RP, along with all of the Rune clique and also you. People are more complex than first impressions. Dwarves are one of my favorite fantasy races and one I've felt is underrepresented, plus I felt like they'd translate the best into MCRP. Also, a combination of sunk-cost fallacy and stockholm syndrome. Axes for aesthetic hammers for function. Picking a single instance is hard but if I had to I'd say my favorite experience as Grand King was feeling that I had successfully turned a previously fairly memey race/nation into something serious, and having Jorvin be as intimidating IC as Urguan was oocly. Plus getting to kill a god was fun. That whole eventline was in hindsight, I was stressing over the hammer of urguan too much at the time. For Numendil the best experience was feeling that I had inspired a solid generation of characters, and hearing people say in character how Uther was an inspirational figure. He's a real rags-to-riches character. No single instance comes to mind except maybe my coronation, the burning of barrowton, or my first royal court on Aevos. 1. Given Uther's arc going from a half-elf bastard squiring for a blind old man, to being the grizzled old king of an entire subrace, as well as being a typical 'hero' it would have to be him even if its a lil cliche. 2. Soon™ I wanna play him more, he just sort of lacks purpose rn cause i dunno what to do with him. The usual playbook of RP I enjoy doesn't translate well into Amaethine I think, and its hard to try new stuff when most of the players there are euro. 3. Nothing on LOTC is original and if someone claims it is they're lying. My Dwarf is based off WHF, my Elf LOTR, my human also LOTR, and my Undead is norse mythology. I think its best to take the themes and tropes you like best and just try to translate them into LOTC as seamlessly as you're able. Seosamh is my name in Irish, so my friends call me 'seo' for short and it just kinda stuck.

I've spent half a decade on this shitty server. You may know me from such appearances as 'Edgy Dwarf' or 'Filthy Macecather' or several others. Go ahead and ask me anything.

SACRIFICE Ambrosine's screams rung out over the moors like a death-knell, rising over the sound of her bubbling flesh and the cackling of a madwoman. She screamed and screamed- And tried to crawl her way out, frantically to safety- Only for an Undead Northman to drive her back into the sacrificial pit with a firm 'kick' from his boot.. She screamed until she had no voice left to scream with- For the fire had claimed that too, then finally, she died, all while her little lizard watched on, writhing in the hands of her killer. Its own scream was cut short- A small, weak yelp as the darkstalker bit off its head- The head crunched, and the rest was dispersed into the sacrificial pit. As the screams ceased, and the bodies charred- A raven cawed from afar. Jormunharr Ingmornesson looked up- And on his cold, dessicated features and blood-stained lips, there was a smile. BLOOD FOR THE BLACK GOD SKULLS FOR HIS DARK THRONE ᚾᚨᚱᚷᚱᛁᚾᛞᚺᛖᛁᛗ

To Her Royal Majesty, Andromeda Ester of Ba’as, Queen-Mother of Balian My deepest condolences for your long-suffered plight. I wish simply to offer my sympathize and remind you that my daughter, Morrigan of the Royal House Arthalionath, never enabled your husband's adulterous advances- As such, it would be more apt to say his attempted adultery, a foul crime all the same, and one which the late king, his father, swore to see punished, and never did. It would be ignoble of me to say 'I told you so' as I am sure others have already said as much. Instead I simply say that I wish to you a long life, free of dishonorable regard from those meant to treat you with respect. Numenatar of the House Arthalionath, Lord-Father of Numendil, King Emeritus.

ᛏᛟ-ᚴᚨᛚᚷᚱᛁᛗᛟᚱ-ᛖᛋᛏᛖᛖᛗᛖᛞ-ᛗᚨᛖᚷᛁ Dear Kalgrimmor, I write this to let you know that our mutual acquaintance, Darek Irongrinder, is concerned about you and misses you. He asked if we should stage an intervention, I said no, as you and I have not had a conversation in well over a century. You should send him a letter to confirm you are healthy and well. Or don't, you're your own Dwarf. Best Regards Jorvin son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden, son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, you know the rest. PS. What is Hohkmat

Ur wrong

They promised more merchant roleplayers, there are none. Where are they? Please bring back the auction house. It was fun.

nevermore shall the bones bone

yea