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The old resource collection methods (the resource pits and one big, regenerating mine) is genuinely much better. But LOTC wanted more advanced systems, and so they're all now grossly overcomplicated. I used to love [normal] fishing, but since it was replaced, I've touched the pluggin twice, maybe. It's a waste of times for the players & the devs coding this. Original plugins they've added (the artist one, unique terrain, stars, etc) are fun! But why even host LOTC on Minecraft if they're dead set on replacing all of the core aspects of Minecraft?

"Slop!" grumbled one old de Senna, who was sorting through their mail bin. Three failed An'thrāx (an Orcish drug) letters to her husband, the Archchancellor, and many threats, failed bribes. "Maybe they ought to push an exterminatus order for the elves, next ..." @cadazio

✠ Full Legal Name: Helena Casimira de Senna ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 84 ✠ Residence (Must be within Rittersberg): The Rathaus ✠ I cast my vote in favor of…: Gennad var Vigo

The intro is written with chat gpt, which puts me off from even reading the rest of the piece. LOTC is given its uniqueness based off its own users creativity, stop using clankers in LOTC material

Celia Avilum, who was now surely nearing her 500th birthday, could recall with glee how fun it had been to raze the mali'ame villages of Arcas, and pillage the mali'ker caves - Haelun'or's acid pits had been full that day. So, when she heard that her fellow 'thill, other followers of Maehr’sae Hiylun’eyha, wished to defend them, she giggled. "Perhaps the lessers would be stupid enough to join them. I think not," the woman rolled her shoulders, and went back to her knitting.

Karl Marius rode, merrily, alongside his fellow man! He returned with five extra sets of platemail, and two extra quivers of arrows.

Necromancy is an undroppable, PK / soft PK on death, heavily costing dmagic. Just because one magic has a similar spell does not mean it should apply to any other

"His knights only killed three Dwarves because they were interrupting . . . ehgh, an ... arrest," a Clergyman, Karl, raised a brow. "I was there! I saw it all. No elves. Certainly not a genocide. The word has really lost its meaning!" He waggled his finger at the missive as a show of disapproval and continued on his merry way.

Id encourage you to pick up a character in a nation rather than one in a niche group if you're trying to get back into things! There's a war going on between the Empire & Krugmar(+ Urguan I think?), either side would bring lots of rp!!

"True. I've long awaited this," nodded a clergyman, who truthfully knew neither of them. He chuckled at his own quip, and then returned to mopping.

One of the coolest people Ive met. You've always told really interesting stories, both as spooks/CAs and when Ostromir (occasionally) acted like a normal guy, RIP Ostromir 💔 Helena & Providence was a blast to rp in because of you guys!

"Lady Mareno poses an interesting point. Debate is not unhealthy, I think - GOD loves all of his creations, Men and Women alike," hummed one Karl Marius de Vend, who placed it in a stack of papers behind the Pour House bar as he wiped the counter. ". . . They both pay the same tabs!"

Ioth’liisi – Holy Incense of the Nephilim ✧⥼──────༺༻🔥༺༻──────⥽✧ •༺ ⚘ ༻• HARK, Brothers and Sisters. I am the thurifer of Alemdrom – he who makes, and blesses, your incense. I seek to spread the practice to you all for when my hands become less nimble, and my joints too old. Such a time nears dreadfully close. INCENSE is our breath of devotion. It symbolises the fragrancy of a virtuous life; it both grounds you and uplifts you. In its preparation of grinding, blending, and rolling, it itself is a purification of the mind, body, and spirit – too, is it used to purify your surroundings and space before a prayer or offering. In this defiled world, the flesh is inevitably accompanied by odor and the vision and soul are naturally hampered by darkness. To resolve this, we use our flame to maintain the hearth, to light our halls, and keep that which purifies them – incense – burning. Incense symbolises diligence and impermanence; for its smoke is inclined ever upwards, and its body burns to ash, a fleeting form akin to our own. It burns with our intention, our conviction, as an offering to those who have come before us – our brothers and sisters, and the King Who is. This is why it is essential in our prayers and offerings, and ought never to be forgotten, nor should the art of its making. •༺ ⚘ ༻• Varieties – Ir'malhic – are sticks of incense, the first type which most often comes to mind. It is a paste (which varies in composition) surrounded by a flammable core, like bamboo. – Wiq – are cones or tall mounds of incense paste, which produce more smoke and a stronger scent, burning longer due to their size. – Vorhal – are dusts and resins contained upon either burning charcoal or within small bowls made of dung & resin (which may be burnt on its own). These smell the strongest, and are used in larger areas, most often contained in censers. INGREDIENTS you may consider differ from person to person. Some simply dislike the smell of one, but like another. The ones which I use most often (and are most available in the Tor) are Sandalwood, Ashwood, Kindlefen (its leaves and flowers), Myrrh, Juniper, Cinnamon, Clove, Cardamom, Saffron, Nutmeg, Ginger, Jasmine, and Elemi. Most alchemical herbs ought to be avoided (like Diddyfunkle, however tempting) due to their adverse effects on consumption or inhalation. FIRST, combine the desired herbs and woods in a mortar and pestle. If certain ingredients are too dry, Amberridle may be added to ensure the mixture will stick to its flammable core; Barrier Bush, powdered, is also beneficial to add to prevent moulding. NEXT, begin kneading in your binding agent; plant resin or Amberridle. It will form a cohesive dough; malleable but not sticky, which holds its shape. Roll it over a flammable core, such as bamboo, or pinch this mixture into cones. OPTIONALLY, prepare Kindlefen to be dusted atop it. It has a cinnamon-y scent, and many of our brothers and sisters have taken a liking to it, something our volcanic lands have provided to us. It is sacred. Be wary of adding too much, as its scent can become overbearing. When done correctly, your incense will produce more, and more dense, smoke than normal. “Yol los lok, su’um los voth. Zeymah nau voth tol, Zu’u los thu’um fen kos tol. Lok sahrot, los sahrot, voth los sahrot.” BLESSING may be done in a variety of ways. Those who are capable – particularly Ordained – may offer such prayers in Draconic. This, however, is ultimately personal, and many ways a Seeker may bless their incense work just as well. It is about intention. LASTLY, store them to dry. It has been suggested that incense (particularly incense made to be used in ceremonies) ought to be stored in golden boxes or vases, for such a material is sacred. But incense meant to improve the smell of rooms may simply be kept in a good, airtight box or jar. ✧⥼──────༺༻🔥༺༻──────⥽✧ Thank you, brothers and sisters, for reading. I hope this entry will be helpful in the future. Wings Shroud, Truth Burns. •༺ ⚘ ༻• Thurifer, The Penitent Ordained, Winged Herald of Alemdrom •༺ ⚘ ༻•

*john herald files a lawsuit (his image is being used without his permission)

A homeless, five-century-old Necromancer had gotten her hopes up when she saw the missive. "AGGHK! SPAM MAIL!" she lamented, and crawled back into the sewers, somewhere.

An Oyashiman in his late teens sighed, scratching a patchy beard which had only decided to grow beneath his chin, upon his neck. "No one understands us ... only these guys, and you," he murmured, looking mournfully to the life-size pillow propped up against one of the shelves behind him. His only friend. Takeshi snickered as he haphazardly shoved a book containing one of the scrolls into the Children's Fiction shelve of his local, underfunded library. "Heh ... this'll show 'em ..."

"A great and noble people. I do adore the Qalasheen," an old Novellen smiled as she rocked back and forth on a porch, some place warm. "Ledi! We must go. No, not mango. We must go. Do you have your hearing aids in? I SAID . . ." Helena hollered around the corner to her husband. @cadazio

An old, RUIN-blooded dweller of Alemdrom sat side-by-side with his brothers - Nephilim and Herald alike - in meditation. The winds shifted for but a moment, and the winged man opened one eye, smiling as he watched ash sweep off and into the crevasse below. "Reduce the iniqutous to ash, like dry grass in a fiery blaze. Swiftly rend down eradication," the smoldering tips of the incense glowed brighter, flame re-taking them. With a flick of his wrist, the fire traveled to light the rest along the floor. "Their RUIN we pray."