GammaRose

I'm very flattered but I think Jjosey is more deserving to go on the bingo card than me since I haven't done commissions in a year because of situational issues. I'm very flattered and happy to be remembered regardless, thank you for considering me in this! 🙇‍♀️

Leyu looks at this and panned her gaze to the camera, flashing a double thumbs up! "Nice." ((im heavily medicated)

[~] A grey bottle floats aimlessly in the open sea, the waves carry it to any wondering eyes for it to take. It has been wrapped in twine with it's seal covered well by a golden wax. The contents of this bottle carry a letter and a dry-pressed lavender flower, it's ink softly shimmers and glows like molten gold in the absence of light. [~] S.A 154 Dear Haelun, Do you ever find it difficult to wake up knowing it still feels like dreaming? I find it hard, most days, trying to walk and even function properly. You and all your years of wisdom and strife make it seem so easy to stand tall, and here I am like sand crumbling beneath the waves. It’s difficult to wake up and prepare for the day, but it’s also a struggle to fall asleep too. Not even in my worst nightmares am I able to escape from hearing the most horrible of things, I’m in constant physical pain and want to puke at all the wretched things that I hear and feel. I often measure you to the greatness of the sun, because the light you cast isn’t just overwhelming, but it fills the world with warmth and vibrancy. While I empathize with the moon, and do what I can to reflect that light, I feel I have most in common with the night, and endless void that is forever shrouded in all the things horrid with the world. It’s so difficult to wake up, but I can’t even tell if I’m dreaming or not. How pitiful is that?

[~] A grey bottle floats aimlessly in the open sea, the waves carry it to any wondering eyes for it to take. It has been wrapped in twine with it's seal covered well by a golden wax. The contents of this bottle carry a letter and a dry-pressed lavender flower, it's ink softly shimmers and glows like molten gold in the absence of light. [~] S.A 154 19th The Amber Cold Dear Kera, It doesn’t matter how hard you might try, out of all the ‘Caprio’s and Capulets, there is always someone out there who exists to overlap you and your stories, to outshine you no matter how hard you try to be the brightest star in the sky. There are those who naturally exist to be the heralded sun and worshiped. But that’s not true for me, is it? Or true for you either. I suppose I was that star who overcasted you when we were younger. Though I didn’t mean to, no matter how hard that I try, the name of your story always slips through my fingers like grains of sand; and no matter how hard I try for others to remember me, like water I am impossible to hold. No matter what I can try or seem to do to stand out, I’m always jealous of the others around me; how brilliantly they shine, awarded for the smallest of things while I am left out here to rot. Then again, I’ve always been too humble, for I know my purpose isn’t to shine like the stars in the sky, but to be the background that helps to illuminate what they are. I relish in that fact, it brings me some comfort to know a purpose I serve, but wouldn’t it be nice to dream to be a little bit special for a day? To be praised for at least existing, but that is in itself far too selfish of a wish to be granted. I wonder what it is people think if they knew of someone as wretched as me, I wonder how that story would be?

I think my only issue is the metal bit, because even for the sake of mechanics, it doesn’t make sense for the tiniest of metals to put a stop to everything when you have coins and whatnot. I think it should serve as ‘the more metal, the weaker your connection’. Like wear ten rings, can’t use kani, but wear five and you’re a little inhibited.

The Storyteller's eyes narrow at the missive like a pair of sharpened daggers; inquiry and intrigue enlightened what dim life had faded betwixt their starry gaze. As the elf turned to glance at the decrepit figure of their kin who lay nearly lifeless in bed, a thought remained persistent in their weary head. She'd wonder to herself, despite everything else that had occurred, what was their relationship with the Blonde Mage; how deep were the pools of tribune and false face? The duality of Izanami couldn't help but chuckle at this perplexity, laughter devoid of all things joyous and honest, the feigned prophecy of lost integrity. And yet what was authentic and genuine was worry that the woman denied, a concern for the man that was all too similar to the path of A Young Girl long ago. 'How strange,' The Lady thought. Spindly digits procuring a letter and quill addressed itself to the supposed Youth, feigning the intent of a weary menace to disguise a deep concern.

KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI Only the torpedos can get me for the crimes i commit on land.

The Storyteller finally had their well-earned rest. After hours of gruelling work spent defusing 'a bomb' in midst their meeting, they could finally hibernate and exclude themself from the world for at least a few days.

i like the title it make my tummy happy

Returning from the reunited meeting and greeted alone by paper and missive, The Storyteller's rage erupted- unbound- at the reminder of the assination. "Hypocrites... HYPOCRITES" The Almenodrim screeched, a fist hammering into a nearby wall and painted in crimson ichor. "HYPOCRITES- THE LOT OF EM! STUPID STUPID HYPOCRITES." No matter their attempts to maintain rhythmic beat, to grasp at the dwindling strand of patience they had, the horror of trauma and memories burned ire into Beowulf's very soul. "They don't EVEN DESERVE A JUST DEATH- MAIM THEM! BRUTALIZE THEM! THEY ARE NOT WORTHY TO DIE A SWIFT DEATH! Make them SUFFER!"

Scorned by the southern sun and laid to rest in the beds of Haelun'or, there lay sickly in the heat, the adopted kin of Idril Sylvaeri. Plagued and exhausted by nightmares and worry, a woman clutched their last exchange with The Crowned to her heart. The hours burned away in the infernal haze as children under her watch toiled away in their games. Despite their proclaimed disposition and stance, The Storyteller's heart, for some reason, longed and ached. Memories chalked off as pages in a book, the observer worried for The Divine's end finale. It wasn't too long ages ago, when bastard's child compromised of love and hope arrived at a temple begging for her a swift death to punish 'the scum of the earth' The goddess did not grant this cruel desire, but instead blessed upon them a woman by the fire The Divine had blessed her with Idril Sylvaeri The only one in the realm who could ease her worry The troubled youth would still know struggle and pain but at least from her, they knew love, warmth, and faith. Gliding in from overhead in the windowsil, a letter had planted itself in the observer's lap. They were met in a flurry of colorful disarray, apprehension growing unfolding the letter. Could this hail the end of Idril's chapter? But alas, just as promised, this was not the case. The faith once lost was rekindled with hope. Reading through the missive not as an observer but as the faithful daughter of Idril Sylvaeri, Beowulf never felt so proud to have someone so loving to exist in their world. "Idril- Haelun!" She'd cry out with joy, her eerie eyes weeping with relief. Promises kept and a heart filled with hope, Leyu called over her siblings and kids. "Children, come! Look what Haelun has done!" And her world was at peace knowing their mother was safe. 'May we prosper.' Words that would continue to resonate within her heart. Thank you Haelun.

We're ******* dying and im going to cry from being chokeholded

Two months to build while nations are still picking out where they are, all while there are several players who are in the middle of college. I am of course excited for this new map, as is everyone, but that is an insane deadline that is extremely unfair for builders. A good build takes about 3-5 months, and thats taking into consideration people have breaks from work and/or school. Two months leads to bad projects like Elvenesse's settlement rebuild (and I was the one responsible for doing the TERRAFORMING UNDER A WEEK AND GOT SICK). Elvenesse was a rushed project that only 1-3 builders from their actual build team actually worked on, and I was a late add in! That whole city is FUNCTIONALLY disorganized because it is a rushed and stressed project. If this was in June or July, it would be more understandable since it allows builders during college to spend their free time doing building. But May is the literal month people are DOING EXAMS. EXAMS And lets not forget that nation leaders also have to lead their nations through the world ending events. With the time-span that people are given, nothing is going to look good unless you steal some map or buildings from some poor artist on E-Bay or something.

The Madam’s Festival The Tides Turn (PVP Event-Festival) https://forms.gle/t69LbNCSV55g4a7B7 When: Friday, March 17th, 2023 Time: 3:30 PM EST 15 Minute wait for players to arrive Location: Amaethea (West Hub) Growing restless and sitting idle in Almaris was the young dame, a long lost heiress Rescued and fostered by Idril Sylvaeri, Was The Storyteller- a woman who grew weary Although she basked in the glory of joy Born from the love of her infant and toys The days were too peaceful and quiet for her So The Storyteller began to hunger for more… Screams, discord, and entropy galore Joy, havoc, champions, she’d adore The siren’s call had beckoned to her To compete against this peaceful weather Donning atop her neatly combed head The Storyteller wore 'The Madam’s' black hat In a letter addressed to the people and all She’d hang a series of fliers across stone walls Time would tell if any answered her call In search for a champion to stand above them all In her attempt to satiate the famine within She’d wait until the celebration begins In the festival When Tides Turn (PLACEHOLDER DRAFT UNTIL THIS IS FINISHED BECAUSE ITS 3:50 AM D:) “Come one, Come all to celebrate a Festival of Glory and Pride. Show your strength, talent, and feats to me and the people of Almaris, in a series of games hosted in the bay of Amaethea on The First Seed. The prize is glory and the chance to show who truly is the strongest of them all, but the grand prize for flawlessly winning all competitions will have a chance to get their portrait done.” OOC Information The Madam’s Festival: The Tides Turn, is a water-based PVP event featuring 3 games; Water Sumo, King of the Berg, and Water Fencing (a party-games styled obstacle course). Players who wish to participate must sign up in the link above prior to the event. Participants will be handed a color for whatever it is they signed up for (whether it's one game or maybe the entire festival). People who do not sign up will not be able to compete or are eligible to win any prizes. Did I mention prizes? Why yes, there are prizes. Winners of Water Sumo, King of the Berg, and Water Fencing have the chance to win free MS Paint from yours truly and glory (the ability to rub in everyone’s faces that you rule and they suck.). However, there is a secret prize to whoever wins a total of all three games: A flat-colored/flat-shaded bust from yours truly (1 person only). Water Sumo Participants fight against each other on a 5x5 platform over the water. The first to knock the opponent into the water is declared the winner. Winners will then compete against each other until there is one true winner. NOTES: PVP Prizes: 1st place - MS Paint 2nd place - MS Paint but shittier 3rd place - Even shittier MS Paint King of the Berg Participants fight in a free-for-all on a 8x8 domed platform over the water. Last man standing wins and becomes King of the Berg. NOTES: Prizes: 1st place - MS Paint 2nd place - MS Paint but shittier 3rd place - Even shittier MS paint Water Fencing Not to be mistaken with actual fencing, participants will compete against each other on a fence obstacle course to be the first to reach the end before a timer runs out. PVP is allowed, meaning players are free to knock each other off into the water which will automatically disqualify them from the obstacle course. NOTES: PVP Allowed 1 minute timer Prizes: 1st place - MS Paint 2nd place - MS Paint but shittier 3rd place - Even shittier MS Paint RULES: No Weapons No Armor No Alt accounts PVP Only Once you’ve been knocked from the platform you must return back to the shore’ SECRET GRAND PRIZE: Flat-colored / Flat-shaded Bust Sized Picture Only if someone wins in 1st-place for all three games (water sumo, water fencing, king of the berg)

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 /ˌkler də ˈlo͞on/ noun a pale blue-gray or pale green color. ~} ❁ {~ The mid-autumn sun shone across the coastal region, painting everything in its path with gold. The ocean glittered with splendor amidst heaven's aurum rays, and below the cliffside, just barely out of reach, reflected the portrait of a remarkable duo. They sang many cheers upon that cliff, which bliss-filled harmony was soon laced with life's melancholy. "My next trial and I believe my last, is one of the most dangerous trials," Remarked the young lass with a mischievous smirk, her bone-stricken form just nearly cured of its malnourishment. "I have to face the water pressure of the deep and risk death! I'm kinda'v scared, but after today- I'm pretty excited for it." The boy, just nearly a man in his stage of development, frowned with deep concern and asked. "Why are your trials so dangerous? That worries me..." "Thalassa is the goddess of the ocean who is the taker of both man and woman. She is merciless and of fury, she has killed many...but I can't help but empathize with that." Beowulf hummed "The trials ensure we are determined and truly worthy of becoming Thalassa's priests- becoming her hands and eyes...A test of our faith towards her greatness! Hoho! One must face hellfire and brimstone to be worthy of it!" "Are you really sure you want to risk your life like this? This would make me very sad if you were to die..." Beowulf replied with a faint bob of her head as rhinstone eyes shone like stars in midst the amber light of the sun, sparkling orbs interlocked with the glittering sea. "Time is slipping under my feet faster than I can ask what's going on. You and Kera are already moving on without me...and on top of that, growing up. After discovering Thalassa and recent past events, I realised, I'm going to eventually end up alone in this world. You'll have your own friends, and so will Kera, you won't need someone like me to keep you both on your toes. You'll both have things to do and grow up without me." The boy, Echo, remained sat by his friend, speechless. "Thalassa doesn't change, and I believe- at least I'd like to think- that we can both understand each other... Even if you both leave, at least she'd still be there." "Beowulf.." Echo's voice would soften as his expression frowned with sorrow after listening to her. Looking down at his hands to find the proper words to say, he'd return his gaze to the battered girl and replied. "We won't leave you behind... I don't want to leave my friends behind, and Kera wouldn't want to either. Time is indeed not waiting for anyone, but that still isn't an excuse to risk it all. In fact, it contradicts what you stated! Leaving me and Kera will only sadden us!" ~{ Then why did you leave me alone? }~ The cerulean blue sky met with the woman's vibrant serpentine gaze. Head-filled entropy ebbed as quickly as the waves that washed against the woman's callused feet. Memories that sung symphonies of heartbreak now left behind a mind-numbing echo, to which the heart could not properly piece together. What tragic turn of events took place that left her body anchored to the sand-coated earth? Either way, she had to get up; but the mixed feelings of scorn and bereftment left her lying there on the shaded beach. What difference would it make anyway if she were swallowed whole now by the sea or if she got up and returned to her quarters? At the end of the day, no matter how much she had done through all her years of living, no matter the blood lost, no matter the countless nights spent awake working, everything all fell to ruin, loneliness and regret would come to haunt her again. How many years had she spent cooped up in her home under the plateau, lost in the past after replay through replay, so many countless memories which end's were all met with loss and misery? No matter how many times she'd try to reach out, somehow, she was always too late or lacked the necessary abilities to help. Perhaps this was her atonement in life for bearing bastard blood, but if that was the case, why did so many innocent people have to pay for it? Maybe this was life's form of a joke, and sure of it, they'd be laughing now. Still, the question presented itself, to get up or remain in solemn stagnance with the earth. To her dismay, the Storyteller rose with the tides and presumed the trek back home. The mid-autumn sun shone across the coastal region, painting everything in its path with solemn grey. The ocean was as dim as its muted greyed heavens, and below the cliffside, just barely out of reach, reflected the portrait of a single, lost soul. The world seemed dull beneath the plateau, which regrets kept hidden in dimly lit colors. To ease this mind-numbing sense of despair, the elf left a note and ran to the sea. The journey continues... Author's Note: By no means is this a PK, nor am I shelving the character or going on some mysterious hiatus. Since so much has already happened with the character both physically and mentally, I wanted to make a graduation post, or in this case, the final chapter to her book through her journey through life. The story for this storyteller of course still continues. This moment/period in her time though marks the end/death of who she once was, and the new beginning of a changed/different Beowulf/Izanami. In addition to this post, there will be a second/final rp post that also includes art, and during this time I will be working on said pieces. It was fun working on this (also tiring) but the best part was going back to the past and remembering all the great fun I had when I first started this character. I hope to have many more adventures with her. Credits ART: Me Writing: Me / Screenshots of rp that was not me Music: Claire De Lune - Debussy Migraines: Lord of the Craft Forum Site Size limitations

I wanna draw this when I ever get my laptop back.

[OOC] I'm not really part of this ICLY, but I just wanted to say that is some good ******* writing that I rarely see in forum posts these days; I never been so happy about a roleplay document before. Short, concise, and it states each point with great precision. I'm bookmarking this to soothe my soul at night.

Harassment, hate, and grooming is definitely- speaking from my own experiences as well as witnessing countless others (friends and family alike)- one of the biggest problems I find on LOTC; and the worst part is that the most ironic truth- the people who usually preach against grooming or BS behavior are also the biggest instigators/problematic people on the platform. Usually, these people I've seen are usually goons, and don't get me wrong, I love a good joke and two, I myself joke around a lot, but it comes to the point where exposure after exposure joking about some fucked up shit like saying 'Help me this guy is raping me' or 'I'm going to send this woman back to the dark ages;' a lot of them grow very desensitized and that usually is how it is. It comes to the point where I've even witnessed, grown men over eighteen and over, have made sexual jokes to a minor that have expressed that they've been uncomfortable and in return are told to 'take a joke.' A lot of people are used to staring at a screen with a bunch of moving pixels on it and forget that it's another living being, it's another person behind it, that the person you are speaking to is someone's very young kid or perhaps a very tired adult. I don't believe that a lot of the people stop to think and ask themselves if what they say on a computer is what they would say to the same person IRL. Would you say "Hit me up when you turn eighteen bby girl" to a 14-year-old you meet on the street. Would you joke in public as an adult with a minor "Send me those nudes" who quite clearly is still not at the proper age to THINK without the way of hormones interceding with their thought process. Because it is a real thing that everything that happens, regardless it's behind a screen, sticks with you for ******* life. It's a problem that should be taken more seriously especially with how many times it keeps happenign over and over again. I'd like to bring up that when people get banned, have a TOS ban or whatever should have it be listed under some sort of forum public record. In some ways, it might bring attraction for more harassment to those players who have been banned, but at the end of the day these people had prior broken the rules, and if it's a TOS ban, it could be far worse. In the system IRL in the US, if you look this up, criminal records of people- regardless if it was a minor felony- is public knowledge and can be easily traced by simply looking up the name of the person. Why do they have this? It's to ensure safety and a secure environment for both workers, family, and to help whoever has them under a contract keep an eye on them. The same could be said for nation owners and discords. I once had a problem before with a player that was allowed into LOTC who had a 5-year history on another server, a children's server, for major harassment that got to the point they had convinced 3 minors, ranging from the ages of 11-13 yrs old, to hurt themselves, kill themselves, attempted at some point; they'd threaten people around them with images of self harm, that they'd hurt themselves if they didn't get what they want. They'd even send other young minors around them that they favored the most to go after these other kids and harass them if they were slightly pissed at something they'd either say or do. It took them 13-ban appeals before finally getting permanently banned from that children's server, and then were permitted to enter here a few months after they had been banned for harassing another minor. I had brought it up with staff before it was shrugged up, before bringing it up again after they had began stalking me for them to be banned. It's mentally wearing, especially when you yourself are the victim, for it to be seemingly brushed off because of the evidence you submit was not good enough and not a nail on the coffin. The only thing that does is reinforce the mentality that no matter what you do, they'll always be on the server and that someone is backing them, and you have less and less people willing to come out. I hope that sometime in the future, some sort of system is implemented that can let the community be more aware of what goes on; because frankly, I would not recommend any of my friends out of the fear they might experience the same thing others have gone through.

YoU'll get free art from me if you DO

Rather than just making a post on this stuff where comments are all over the place, make a side by side list of all the plug-ins INCLUDING the bird messaging mechancic that we already have, and have it in a pros and cons list-style. THen you can have people in the community add to it, because if we're being frank, it's difficult to do a very good comparison without a chart or a graph of some sort.

The Oyashiman, sitting comfortably at home, stared at the bounty flier in poker-faced dumbfounded, having just spoken to the woman only a few saints hours ago. Izanami pondered long and hard on whether or not she should say something, but, kept quiet for the time being out of respect for the missing woman.

God dammit its hawaii all over again First there were man-o-wars hidden in the sands, now we have man-o-war 2.0 in the fokin sky On a serious note: I think this is pretty cool, nice art ideas to draw in the future :>

Kamiyama Izanami had awoken in her usual routine, sun glaring through the cracks of her apartment, but there was not a single scent or the slightest of sounds that was there to motivate her from getting up from her bed. From the first few days when she had settled into Yong Ping, every morning and every evening the elf could always remember the warm and welcoming aroma of Xiong Mei's cooking, and yet not a single moment in time did she ever have the courage to speak to her. However today was the day that she'd break from her tiresome pattern; today was the day that Izanami would speak to Xiong Mei and learn from her culinary skills. Jumping from the balcony of her house down to the level of her neighbor, peaking through the cracks in the door frame something had seemed amiss, not a single sound, not a single Xiong Mei in sight. Perhaps in the square if she looked hard enough . . . was what the woman had thought, and that she did, at least, news of what had happened to Xiong Mei. "Oh." Were the only words to escape Izanami's lips as all sound or motion of thought had been drowned out by the floodgates of a stifling void. There was nothing that she could say nor anything that she could think of, left without the slightest idea of what to feel or even do. A wave of stoicism had silenced all emotions still as the shock struggled to settle in. Those sweet yet simple memories of waking up and going to sleep every day and night by the sound and scent of Xiong Mei's cooking had now become a precious relic of the past. Yong Ping had lost yet another bright and beautiful light.

A raven coated in a fast array of feathers dropped from the heaven's to deliver a copy of the missive to the young girl who sat quietly by her friend's bedside at a clinic. Serpentine orbs skimmed through the message, each word and letter sparking inhuman excitement from within. Cracking a smile, she'd laugh "HAAH CHIKUSHOU!" Snickering and grinning wildly from ear to ear, Beowulf would gently fold and pocket the reading away to be saved for some later piece of historical evidence. "Oh I wonder what those bastards are saying about thi-" The raven stuffed it's head in the woman's mouth as a way to mute her and not disturb the sleeping patient.