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  1. Dame Primrose Kortrevich smiles as she sips tea in the Seven Skies or whatever I guess.
  2. Renata Ashford de Savoie smiles the sun’s smile, wishing her nephew well from her place of retirement across the sea. ((attaboy alamo))
  3. Hey all, Miko here. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted on the forums, and an even longer time since I’ve been in-server. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to end up doing a post like this, as I didn’t know whether or not I would ever be back. I had anticipated leaving LOTC out of necessity this coming spring, but things just ended up happening a little bit early. I have known for a while that my passion for the server was waning, and when I started this current school year, I decided it was time for me to finally step away. I joined LOTC almost exactly 4 years ago. It’s crazy to look back at my time here on the server; it’s been a wild ride. Growing up on this server has truly been a learning experience. It has been far from perfect, but I am so grateful for all of the communities I have had the opportunity to be a part of and the individuals who have become my friends. From Adria to Renatus to Haense to Savoy, and all those other little groups who took me in, thank you for all the good times. I know that my life post-graduation is not going to have much time for games and roleplay, so this is me saying goodbye to the server and thanking everyone who has made my experience here memorable. Special thank yous to the Adria/Belvitz community in 2018, the Myrine/ferrymen community in 2021, the Savoy community in 2022, the Hexer community in 2022, and the Haense community from 2019-2022. Much love to everyone; please stay safe. Remember that you are loved and to reach out to someone if you need help. People care about you. See you all around. 💛
  4. Renata Adelina, stowed away in a distant tavern, utters a heartfelt prayer for the late queen and her family. She would never forget the kindness the woman had shown her as a lost child or as a young woman when that forgotten crown had been fixed heavily upon her head. "I'm sorry I never took you up on that offer to have tea. Thank you for all your kindness, Your Majesty."
  5. Eleanore Morovar, recently departed from the mortal plain, watched over her son with a constant air of sadness and worry. She recalled the numerous conversations they had exchanged in the past several years regarding this topic. He had been her biggest worry when she decided to leave- the child that still needed her. She regretted that she couldn't be there for him. "You will find your way, chero. I know you will." The woman whispered to no one but herself.
  6. CONFESSIONS OF A DECEIVER “Be careful in trusting me, Edmond. I’m not an honest woman.” - Eleanore Morovar The life Eleanore had lived was a mirage, to put it simply. A masterpiece of interwoven mistruths forming the most fragile of facades. It had never been her intention to become a husk of herself, and yet as the years passed living in constant fear, that tongue of hers spilled lies and false promises as easily as water from a pitcher. It was that perfect duality that she survived on; that set of rules that she lived by. Never say anything that could get you in trouble, don’t give anyone a reason to suspect you, stay away from clergymen, never remove your gloves; trust only your closest kin. They worked… for a while, at least. But two lives lived by the same woman can only remain separate for so long. “You were the biggest mistake I ever made. You are a disappointment.” - Anne Caroline Eleanore had burned villages, churches, and fought against the descendants as the Arch-Drakaar’s loyal servant. It was all for Ruin, that mission of rebuilding, of restoring what had been sullied by centuries of sin and cowardice. And for what? Perhaps it had been her parents that led her to this life of duty and flame. Her estrangement from her mother and the rest of her blood whilst her father cherished her actions. Her mentor and role model worshiped the Titan, so why not she? Her mother deserved none of her affection. “Disappointment.” That word panged in the back of her mind throughout her life, one uttered by her mother that she could never quite forget. It analyzed her every action, pushed her to further and greater and desperate lengths. Made her cold-hearted, self-reliant. “You are my utmost pride, more than even my eldest heir.” - Simon Casimir Pruvia But the guilt piled up in time - it was bound to. The lies she had told, the secrets she had kept, the lives she had taken; the scorched bodies that still lay undiscovered beneath the earth. It all lingered in a dark, unreachable corner of her mind. Denial may have been the only way she staved off insanity for so long. Old age had treated the woman well, at least. She was no longer being hunted, and settled into a life of motherhood and wanderlust. But the damage had already been done in her youth, and she walked a thin line between carelessness and senility. By the time she was sixty, voices panged in her head constantly. Perhaps they were the words of those she had killed. The lives she had taken never left her, finally driving her to the brink of insanity. “I would not lie to you, Otto.” - Eleanore Morovar One cold northern evening, reeking of ash and smoke as she often did, Eleanore made her way silently to the Haense graveyard. She wound her way back through the headstones to that grave, its surface engraved with the name Michael. In one gloved hand she gripped a dagger, in the other a crumpled note. She lowered herself to an aching kneel beside that tended grave, remembering the fight that had once taken place in that graveyard - of the three souls long forgotten beneath the soil. “In the end, we all return to ash.” The woman made such a quiet utterance as she pulled off those weathered gloves and rolled up her sleeves, revealing wrists and arms lined with branded tattoos which had been hidden for decades. With a deep breath and the briefest of hesitations, she raised that dagger to rest over her heart. And then she plunged it deep into her own chest. Blood spattered the parchment in her hand as her form slumped against the gravestone. In the end, it was only Eleanore, and those secrets she refused to take to her grave. The Note Now that I am gone, you will know my sins. My soul may not be saved, but these truths deserve to be known. I. I am a follower of the Arch-Drakaar. I always have been. Know that if the church and people who thought themselves heroes had not hunted me- no one would have died. This did not have to happen. II. Beneath the body of the man whose headstone is labeled “Michael” are three corpses. The larger one belongs to a clergyman, a bishop who went missing decades ago. The smaller two belong to two young girls. I do not recall their names. One was a Kortrevich, and the other a Ruthern. III. There are undead in your midst. Many of those I have killed walk still today. Perhaps I am sinful, but none of you are pure. IV. I do not regret what I have done. To Otto, To my children: Leopold, Barbara, Markus, Petyr, and Josef, To Nikoleta, To my father, To my brothers in flame,
  7. "Curse it all." An aged voice hissed through gritted teeth as she heard of the death of a kinsman she had never really known. "Gone too young, but you fly with the Titan now."
  8. MikoMonster MikoMonster#7384 12 - Ivy
  9. Renata Adelina sat upon a lonely hillside, overlooking the lands which had once been hers a short time ago. The young widow signed the Lorraine across her chest as the southern sun beat down upon her, tears pricking her dark eyes as she mourned one of the men who had stood by her unwaveringly. “Thank you for all you’ve done. May you find peace in the Skies, Sebastian.”
  10. Hello! Just a heads up that the commenter above you already placed a bid on "I'm a Survivor, Black Lung" for $10! @EX. DERFEY
  11. Miko’s Third Skin Auction May 19th, 2pm EST - May 20th, 2pm EST ⚜ Rules of the Auction I. Bids start at $8.00 USD. II. The minimum bid raise is $2.00 USD. III. Follow the bid format at the end of the post. IV. This is a quick auction! It will only be 24 hours before bids close. V. Bidding will end abruptly at 2:00pm EST on May 20th. Any attempts at last-minute bids that are posted at 2:01 or later will not be counted. VI. I will make minor edits (removing a hat, recoloring something, etc.) for free after purchasing if you request it within two days. Good luck folks! ⚜ ⚜ Female (Alex Model) Skins Civilized Botanist Blue n’ Plaid Teal Princess Warm Armor ⚜ ⚜ Male (Alex Model) Skins Bronze Knight Devilish Purple I’m a Survivor, Black Lung We’re More Ghosts Than People ⚜ ⚜ Bidding Format Skin Name: Discord: (alternatively, you can pm me if you win the skin, just indicate such here) Bid: (in USD) ⚜
  12. Renata Adelina bobs her head along, listening to a lute rendition of Loser by Beck. https://youtu.be/YgSPaXgAdzE
  13. Princess Renata signed the Lorraine over her heart, an intense sorrow shrouding her features as she sat within her residence in Drusco. Bloodied rains pounded down upon the rooves, pooling in the streets outside as she held her ward close to her flank. An unsettled glance flicked to her husband. "What a cursed, cursed day. I surely hope Lord Borys made it to the Seven Skies uninhibited. He deserves nothing less for all his loyalty and hard work."
  14. Princess Renata squinted at the signature, then grinned as she pointed it out to her young ward, Adeliza. "Must've written it wrong, hm?" she chuckled as she handed her the missive. "The fruits of the meeting earlier, my dear. This is how it all works. May peace lead our lands to prosperous ages." @MunaZaldrizoti
  15. Princess Renata read over the missive in a state of shock. And then she read it again. "What the hell?" she uttered from her residence in the Duchy of Drusco. "I guess I have preparations to make. My dearest brother, finally married."
  16. Princess Renata returned to Niseep that night, head hung low as she prepared herself for a new life. One of duty and little rest. Guilt panged in her heart, but she knew it had been the best action she could have taken. Alone in her room, she grieved what could've been. At least her ex-betrothed had gotten a new fire fit out of the ordeal.
  17. Dame Primrose Kortrevich shared a drink that night in the Seven Skies with her fallen brothers and sisters in arms as they passed around a mysteriously acquired print of the Almanac. "It is good to see they haven't yet forgotten us." The deceased knightess uttered as she read over the descriptions of those she used to fight beside before passing the parchment to her beloved father, Ser Nikolaus. "And that our blessed kingdom remains unwavering."
  18. Princess Renata peered wide-eyed at the foreign gossip column from her chambers within the Savoyard palace. As she read and re-read the mentions of her future Barclay in-laws, she made sure to keep a mental note of their scandals. When she arrived in the Haeseni courts, she realized, she would have to keep a closely guarded profile.
  19. Lylianth Ithelanen nodded several times as she read, dragging a whetstone along her trusty blade as she prepared herself to raise it once more. “Now this is a pact I can get behind.” The bandana-wearing elfess muttered to herself.
  20. Princess Renata Adelina of Sutica, as bestowed rightfully by her eldest brother, thinks her sister should probably cope harder.
  21. Princess Renata stared at the poem in surprise, written by the girl she had only briefly met. She was promptly convinced that this younger girl would become her very best friend.
  22. Eleanore Morovar smiled softly as Nikoleta passed her the letter, a mildly saddened expression, but one of hope. "Welcome back to the family, chera. May this mark the beginning of your rebirth and may your happiness be born anew." The older Morovar woman murmured, beckoning her beloved sister-in-law into an embrace. @zuziee
  23. Princess Renata read the letter from the comfort of the Savoyard palace, now keeping tabs on the affairs of the Kingdom of Hoonse! She clapped her hands together in excitement. "They used my cow dookie idea!" She exclaimed to her elder brother, Lucien, as she passed him the poorly written letter. @Milenkhov
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