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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.

“Wow! Wow! Wow!” Dael says.

[!]
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.”

yo st gang yea yeay ayae

Dael blinks at the parchment. “Anne is still alive?! I could’ve sworn.. she died..”

finally SOMEONE brought this to light
no one is the main character of LOTC.
I am.
Stop trying to take my throne, peasants.

when are you leaving

“I must learn the secret of that mudhole.. the source of Buck’s power.” A ginger man says in a land far, far away.

dael gives a thumbs up for the new LOTC (lord of the cold)

Just now, NotEvilAtAll said:

There are two ways the Story Team can approach this:

1: “After careful consideration, we have decided to remove ____ for x y and z reasons.”

2: “LMAOOOOOO! ECKS DEE DEE DEE DEE! ____ IS GONE! WE REMOVED THEM! THEY’RE [insert pun here]. AHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA! [Insert meme image here].”

They like to pick the second option more than they ought to.

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. 

pog

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.
 

excellent work as always content creation team

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
 

[!]
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

The Land of Edenia

Held mostly to their own solitude, the Land of Edenia remains indifferent to the troubles of the space outside of their own territory- mostly kept to their own solitude in order to focus on the progress of their own counsel. Ruled by a singular Lord, Edenia remains as a sanction to those who wish to settle down in a place enclosed to the pursuit of knowledge, happiness, and truth; these aspects furthering the goals of, that is, living life for the sole sake of doing that; living.

The Land of Edenia is home to many mysterious things, the people of which holding a diverse set of appearances. Despite this, one could argue that the residents of this land hold an intangible crimson thread binding them close together in a tight-knit community. The main drives of their culture calls for the pursuit of archeology- that is, the study of other cultures and the mortal and divine realms, exploration- that of which drives a sect of their people to explore to places not many Descendants dare tread without a weapon, and craftsmanship-  such is the way of Edenia’s people, making things that make their jobs and lives easier.

It was said that Edenia was once known as the Gehenna Estate, a vile and accursed den hoarding those most call dark mages known as Shades- although, the dark mages were cast out- populated by those who seek to right the wrongs of the past, so that they may tread towards a better future.

Peak Times

The Land of Edenia holds people from many places, though the main timezones are EST and GMT. The peak times range across from 3PM EST to 10PM EST, with the exceptions of later times being reached based on the topic of roleplay, for many great roleplayers call Edenia their home.  

Population Density

The Land of Edenia’s people do not hold hesitation to letting one into their Estate- for it is the right of all peoples to pursue knowledge- however, due to the history of their roots- Edenia frowns upon those who resort to the use of forbidden knowledge, that being pursuing things many deem to be unnatural such as dark magic, to further their goals.

Directions

The Land of Edenia resides upon the border of the Wildlands- the trek there being worth the walk, should one be determined to face the journey. From Cloud Temple, one must first pass through the swamps of Arcas, cut through the dense forests before meandering their way across the path lining out the Wildlands, to where they’d find the Land of Edenia.

List of players available to assist:

The Lord of Edenia, Dael’debol II | yooho#6616
Sir Ehmet, Leader of the Freeblades | Spoonpid#3469
 

May you find your way and enjoy your stay within Edenia

i cheated on at least three of my wives what do you mean im not rping consequences

nice

BB00N is someone who I have the great pleasure of knowing, and a great admiration for (yea no homo)- and yes, as he has said it himself; he’s a dirty PVP GOON!! Should this affect the status of his app? No, of course it shouldn’t. While PvP is the complete of Roleplay, the same could be said for the /roll command, a command that allows players to roll an any-sided dice as a stepping stone for a specific outcome. The Story Team, the team that I am currently a part of at the time of this comment, uses this command all the time. PvE events, rolling, etc. They’re all tools to further roleplay. The same can be said for PvP, and yes- it is fun, as anything on the server should be- so therefore a fact that he is claimed under the stereotype as a ‘goon’ shouldn’t be a problem, as I’ve personally had substantial roleplay with the guy. So with that glass ceiling shattered, I’d like to discuss this candidate’s character.
The type of person BB00N is, in my own words, someone who admires the server in anything he finds fun; therefore, I have no doubt that he’ll try to make the server fun for everyone else in his time as a moderator, which is why I definitely support his decision to become one.
However, being a moderator, isn’t as easy as you may think; if you get accepted (which I hope you do), you will definitely be facing the entire playerbase- all of its good and bad aspects- at a first level basis. It’s not an easy job, but neither is being on staff in the first place depending on what you do. You just need to have the passion, the drive, and the patience to push yourself as an individual to make the server a better place for everyone. And I know you have all of those aspects.

tl;dr yea he’s aight +1

10 hours ago, HurferDurfer1 said:

Mr Rat sends a letter that goes like this “Shut the **** up this isnt a good look.”

Dark Dael attempts to read the letter, a frown stretching across his features as he fruitlessly attempted to deduce what the word “****” meant.

[!]

An assortment of greasy chickens travel the continent, spreading missives across Arcas for everyone to see..




DEAR ARCAS,
I am the Lord of Gehenna, Dark Dael. You may know that I am one to be trusted due to my infamous presence and general clout, for I am the new leader of the (once bad but now good) Gehenna Estate after I came in and kicked out all the shades with my mighty blade. This message is reserved only for those who are well-versed within the ways of medicine. After my grandson got pecked in the eye by a bird, I realized that I did not know how to do anything about it- for despite my infinite amount of wisdom and power, I don’t know which way to apply a bandage onto a wound. I beseech the most skilled in Arcas for a challenge: to live with us, the Gehennites. If you are interested in this proposition, please send a missive my way and we shall begin your interview. Now then, I know what you are thinking. What have I, Dark Dael, master of masters and winner of winners hold to offer to you? The answer is simple; a living space within my Estate as well as all the sweet, sweet cookies you can eat. We only ask that you not be a soy-faced crybaby without any sense of loyalty. Thank you.

P.S: I really hurt my ankle recently and I don’t know what to do about it. Please send a missive as soon as you can, or I am going to cut off my leg.


OOC NOTE:
bird FlipChimp or msg yooho#6616 for your appointment

as long as we have fun im good 

u know i do a lot of dumb stuff irply but i dont meme rp- “low quality” for me means emotes that are very 1 sided like
* picks up football
*throws footbal
but its not a big gripe since some people inherently cant type due to them not speaking english as their first language 
“high quality” on the other hand means that u get invested in whats going on- immersed and stuff while being able to  study every character and aspect of the roleplay thats going on 

Dael’debol sighed, leaning back in his seat as he read the latest issue of Buck News. “The media these days is so negative.”

Dael’debol reads the news with some coffee in hand, nodding. “I absolutely adore Buck News!” He’d cry out, taking a sip of his beverage. “He really does care about the scoop.”