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  1. can confirm, i was in the vc after the llir and heero argument. anore’s power is horrifying
  2. I agree with you, Luminaire. Though, that’s why I agreed with Urara in regards to those in an administrative position to be over eighteen, and that is why I think the admins of their respective teams should think this over. As, given what the server as seen in the past, it’s necessary. Especially with people who take reports in the first place, like moderation. Urara, I am not saying that either. I simply thought the very black-and-white rule of all staff teams having this limit was a bad idea, as not all staff teams are the same. Therefore, your suggestion- not you- implies a blanket rule. However, I agree with what you say. Different people, different strokes; not everyone is the same. I do agree that staff must always be rigorous in their decision-making, but I do also think that they are working with what they have got. Although, this is deviating from Muffins’ statement so I’ll stop there. Thanks for the response Lumi, and I hope you feel better regarding that whole Helena thing, Urara.
  3. While I do think someone in Muffins’ position (that is, an administrative one) should definitely be over the age of eighteen, I do not think making that a defined rule for staff in general is a good idea. Although, this is just my opinion, and it is something for the admins of their respective teams to think out. After all, not all staff teams are the same, and likewise- not all people are the same. I’ve met people on the server who are under eighteen who are more mature than the ‘adults’ of this server. It’s a fickle thing that shouldn’t define someone’s character and morals.
  4. Sat atop a cracked throne, the man many know as Dark Dael quietly rested sideways upon the armrests of his seat. “Ah, this keeps getting better and better! I cannot wait to see how this turns out. Hopefully no one is hurt too bad.” He’d clap his hands, his laughs echoing through the dark cavern he was in, nothing accompanying his voice but the slight dripping of moisture from the stalactites above.
  5. ever had a dream where you 

  6. “Wow! Wow! Wow!” Dael says.
  7. [!] A rancid, flabby excuse for a chicken brought itself to its skinny legs to trudge itself through the elements of Arcas with a singular purpose – to deliver a missive to Bianca’s doorstep. A greasy envelope had found itself there, a scarlet seal of wax clasped upon its vessel – baring the initial of a singular letter; D. “Dear Mister Bianca, I was walking around Arcas with my wife, and we went into a cave and slayed a dragon I think. I can’t remember very well, but I know a dragon was there. I’m sitting next to him right now. I lost my wife. She didn’t die, I just can’t find her. I can’t find my wife. Where is she? Signed, Dark Dael, Lord of Edenia.”
  8. Dael blinks at the parchment. “Anne is still alive?! I could’ve sworn.. she died..”
  9. finally SOMEONE brought this to light no one is the main character of LOTC. I am. Stop trying to take my throne, peasants.
  10. Not far from Ulwnis’ side, Dael’debol was quietly leaning over the railings of Aegrothond’s walls, peering across the ocean to take in the view in silence. He’d not speak in response to Ulwnis’ monologuing – a small sigh escaping the man as a gloved hand reached to cover his mouth.
  11. “I must learn the secret of that mudhole.. the source of Buck’s power.” A ginger man says in a land far, far away.
  12. dael gives a thumbs up for the new LOTC (lord of the cold)
  13. Though I will not comment on the Story Team’s way of showing their appreciation for the server, for I won’t speak for anyone else’s opinions- nevertheless, they do genuinely appreciate the server and its lore it and every decision is put through careful consideration.
  14. a reminder to be respectful to everyone here in this thread, for there are human beings behind the computer screens. the snow elves can play their characters normally, nothing has changed other than the fact that they are not considered a race separate from high elves. if anything, in my opinion, this makes them more unique than before.
  15. excellent work as always content creation team
  16. Over yonder towers of guarding infested walls- the furious cluster of imps and Inferi rushing through the camp, pushing past one-another to rush to the center of such- crude imps with barbed whips being carried by Inferi to the gathering of vile demons all collected to spectate upon a hulking figure of a beast; their leader, their commander, their savior. The camp of Last Light would realize that patrols were becoming more frequent- scouting parties commanded by imps almost making themselves known on purpose as they kept their distance from enough to simply spectate the walls of such, not coming close enough to be harmed. Through their attempts to sleeping, they could hear the roaring and howling of unholy beasts and the suffering of descendants- Inferi torturing dwarven slaves in the dead of night to simply allow the populace of the camp to hold their dreams into nightmares- as if warning them of what was to come of them soon. Though throughout this, no direct attacks were held, only simple tactics of the mind to hold an intimidating presence. However, it worked; even those who were not afraid- those who held fear away from their souls- could only awaken, in time, the primal instinct of that unholy image: the frothing mouths of crooked teeth, embedding themselves upon their flesh in their dreams, or rather, nightmares. The Inferi camp was held in disarray amongst their leader’s announcement, their large General raising a clenched, azure fist amongst his speech- his listeners held to hundreds of horrid creatures raising their readied weapons upon the sky, readying the camp for a battle. ”For years, we’ve held that unholy threat across the land- because some of you are too inept to do their jobs!” The General exclaimed within a large cackle, the Inferi soldiers pushing and blaming each other in the crowd- before the large Inferi slammed his armored fist upon the camp’s walls- causing flesh-like walls themselves to stir and ripple; “SILENCE, YOU FOOLS!... Soon, the day of reckoning shall be upon them, and we shall pick our teeth with their bones. It comes to me now that we’ve been too easy on them- for they’ve harmed our great wall! I have heeded their call, and I shall answer the lot of you!” ”If I want something right, I must do it myself!” The General procured his weapons- a half--dead dwarf injected with daggers and arrows bound by thick ropes to a jet black shield, and a golden hammer that brought its shining vessel crashing into the ground below- cracking the stone under his feet. The Inferi army went silent following the loud bellow of the General’s hammer, only to create a large cheer as their commander formed a wicked grin- one full of broken and mangled yellowed teeth. The General viewed upon his army with arms spread wide, a hearty cackle erupting from him as he murmured, almost to himself; ”It begins.” He said. ”So it begins...” Another voice speaks. ”It has begun.” A third voice says. THE SIEGE OF GENERAL POL’GOROUS Location: Last Light Camp 9/25 - 9/27 Friday 4 PM EST, Saturday 4 PM EST, Sunday 4 PM EST
  17. [!] The missive had found a small cliffside, baring that of an old Estate which bathed in a glistening light under the morning’s sun. A gloved hand had taken the odd parchment, to where the figure would calmly carry it up the steps of his caged Estate- a curious smile appearing over his features as he raised a digit to lightly tap the side of his jaw, reading the missive’s contents with piqued interest. Following the long moments of procuring a free missive, a short letter of acknowledgement would be sent out to the village of Okura, to its incipient order. To the Daimyo of Okura, I’ve heard your calls- and I have answered. You’ve my showing; I will attend the gathering with the upmost attentiveness. I await your counsel. Signed the Lord of Edenia, Dael’debol Ⅱ
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