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Maybe a little tutorial on what someone’s first rp experience will look like, if you got the resources maybe how it’d look for each of the major cities. Also maybe a how to make a good first impression.

How do you make War fair? I feel for wars, the attacking or defending force should not be able to have more than double the amount of the opposing forces numbers. I understand it would mean humans are put at a major disadvantage as they have a ton of people, but I hate seeing nations and charters ally with humans purely out of a need for numbers. With this, larger groups still hold a 2:1 ratio, while also giving defenders a reasonable chance to defend themselves. Does it have to be a 2:1 ratio, no, but imo I’d prefer a 2:1 but a 3-4:1 ratio could work to. I just feel the major problem with wars currently is it doesn’t allow groups to hold their rp views truly without fear of losing their homes. Remember it goes both ways, so if a larger group is bein attacked by a smaller one, they can still hold the higher end of the ratio. Looking back I can see groups abusing this to make wars like 5 people fights. So maybe depending on charter tier ie T1, T2, T3, or nation have a minimum number of defenders, growing with charter tier, so the attackers aren’t cut short.

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Along the stairs of the Cloud Temple, a son, and a father meet once more after being separated for over a year. The world seeming to bless the father with one last gift, and bringing him a slit joy as he saw his son’s fiery eyes. “Lo der ladde’” Hurdog would say as he approached his curious son, “W’ere is Ares, Fat’er?” A moment would pass as Hurdog “Ashrune” Ironside’s hands slowly clenched and replied with “’e be dead ladde’.... oi killed ‘im.” Dorug would be stunned, he thought Hurdog perfect, not a killer of those he loved, but he saw his father distraught and went to try and comfort him with a simple hug. Before the dworc could complete the task, a hand would shove him away, “Git de fook off mi Dorug, oi du not need yer compassion.” The pair would simply stare at eachother for a moment, a fire beginning to burn in Hurdog’s eyes, not even the cloud temple could quench the flame. Hurdog would break the silence as he noticed the rather large bonfire in the cloud temples market, “Ye loike foire roig’t..... et be toime a’ s’owed ye real foire.” the words followed by footsteps as he began to walk towards the volcanic lands in the North without another word from Hurdog until the pair began to notice the world’s temperature rise. “We are almost der Dorug” he would say climbing up a rather large rock, offering his hand to help Dorug get up. Dorug and Hurdog, an unlikely pair had finally made it, but next to the first pool of lava, they’d find a mysterious pillar, stones floating around it, magma seeming to fall infinitely from it’s head. Hurdog would shrug it off, as he walked to the other side of it, gesturing for Dorug to follow as he looked down into the flames. “T’is be true foire ladde’, loike de one en me, et can neva be quenc’ed, less a larger flame consume et.” Dorug would listen curiously, a fire beginning to brew within himself, as he thought of his future. Hurdog would then return to the front of the unique structure within the volcano, pulling out his axe as a mysterious statement filled his mind. After a moment past, he would turn around, presenting his axe to Dorug, the eye in between the axehead and hammer growing brightly as Dorug took it. “Moi toime is drawing near ladde’, an oi need ye tu be wut oi could nae be to t’ose oi called friends,” as he spoke he’d turn around, taking a step closer toward the flames of this unique structures magma. After a moment he would slowly stick his left hand into the flame, turning around, showing it to a shocked Dorug. The fire that once burned in Hurdog’s eyes dissipating for once in the dark dwarf’s short life, “T’a foire insoide, yer need tu learn ‘ow tu master et, else et will consume ye” the words being filled with a pain joy as Hurdog turned to face the flame one last time. As Hurdog stared into the flames, he would begin to see the faces of all those he had pained. The face of a young boy from Rosenyr shaking in fear before his fate, in the Silver State. As the faces began to show he would close his eyes, remembering the face of Emeline, and all the times he wished to help her, but only caused her more pain and suffering..... a glimmer of happiness crossing his mind as he remembered who she had found. The face of Balrog would then cross his mind, how he failed him, failed to speak up, failed to save his great dreams. Finally the face of Ares, the god of beavers, and the one that always seemed to be there even now when he struggled to live. As Hurdog began to fall forward into the flames, his final words would be released, “Peace, ‘as foinalle’ found me.” The charred bones of Hurdog falling before the feet of Dorug as he watched his father die, a tear falling upon the bones as the dworc fell to his knees.

The year was 1719, a beaver was born different than the others in the litter of their mother. As the beavers mother awoke it noticed this abomination, a dishonor to their royal line, and decided that if the beaver should live..... it should live alone. Two years past, the beaver barely managing to survive in the waters of the North surviving on what little kelp it could find. Cold, freezing, and on the brink of starvation the beaver decided to take one last swim in the waters he called home. As the beaver dove into the water it would find a black skinned figure within the water, its fiery red eyes beginning to darken just a few feet from the shore. The beaver decided in that moment, to do something with its life, biting the figure on the left hand, he began to drag the figure out of the water. After a few moments of the beaver struggling, the figures head would make it out of the water, revealing it to be a dark dwarf. Nothing happened past that, the beaver confused as to why the figure was not thankful, so it decided as the figures eyes continue to fade that it was simply sleeping. Pacing back and forth for a moment the beaver decided to move a few meters above the dweds body before jumping down on the dwarfs chest to try and wake him up. Right after the beaver made impact with the dark dwarfs chest, a mixture of blood and water would spew from his mouth, the dwarfs eyes regaining their life as he took in his new surroundings. The dwarf would roll upon his side coughing for a few moments as he began to notice a small snow covered creature staring at him, as it fell off his chest. A few moments would pass before the dwarf realized he was lost, and the only thing he could see for miles was water and snow. Bringing himself to his feet, the dwarf would begin to feel a pain in his left hand, as he looked down to his hand he would notice a tooth. In that moment he would realize that beaver standing before him, had saved him from himself. ”De name be ‘urdog boi de wey” the dark dwarf would say with a weak voice as he went to pull the tooth from his hand. The dwarf would grimace as he pulled the larger than usual tooth from his hand, but be comforted as the beaver moved in between his legs, its eyes wishful as it tried to ease the pain. Looking into the beavers eyes, Hurdog would move to sit on a rock behind the pair thinking for a rather long time before saying “An wut moig’t yer name be der ladde’” the words would be said as he patted the ground beside the rock for the beaver to sit in. The beaver would make his way to the area be patted, welcomed by a warm hand, gently moving down its back as it stared towards the mountain range before the pair. Hurdog’s eyes would follow the beaver, and he’d notice something as he pet the beaver. What Hurdog thought was a snow covered beaver, was actually albino, his hand doing nothing but moving the snow white hair back and forth. “T’at be explainin woi ye are alone e’” the dwarf pausing as he looked down to the albino beaver ,“Yer different, an oi guess, ye be lookin fer a different koind o lad.” As Hurdog continued to speak with the beaver, it would look to him with joyful eyes, as it finally had the chance to not be alone. As their eyes met once more, Hurdog would pat himself down before throwing a soggy piece of bread down to the beaver, “Oi will call ye Ares, w’et’a ye like et or not” Days, Months, Years, Decades, would pass as Hurdog and his friend grew their friendship in the North. After a time they would finally make it back to the known world, the two never being seen more than a mile apart. The beaver would witness the highs and lows of Hurdog, comforting him when he needed it most. As time past, the beaver would begin to deliver letters for Hurdog, meeting and greeting the people Hurdog wished to call friends. The pair were inseparable, only through death could their bond be broken. One day, while Hurdog spoke with some people at the edge of the Wildlands he began to start asking questions, he never thought about asking. As he pondered the world upon their steps, leaning against a gate he wished to know more about, he would hear about a letter from a dear friend of his to Urguan. Hurdog had spent the years with his beaver in the Wildlands learning to control his anger, capable of only letting it show when necessary until he heard about this letter. The dwarf was thrown into a rage as he stormed from the gate he used to be laying against, back into the Wildlands. This rage causing Hurdog to travel towards the waters in which he was saved so many years ago, to finish what he originally wished to do in the first place. Small creatures would meet the blade of his axe as they crossed his path towards the waters. The dwarf killing upwards of thirty birds, deer, and rabbits before his eyes locked onto the small white creature that saved him before. The pair would stare into each others eyes, one filled with worry, the other filled with an unstoppable fire. “Git out me wey” the dwarf would state plainly as he walked towards the albino beaver. Ares would not move, but continue to stare at Hurdog, hoping to stop him from hurting himself anymore than he has already. As Hurdog continued to approach the beaver, only a few feet away now he would begin to prepare a swing of his axe. As the axe made its way towards Ares, the beaver would simply close his eyes, a small tear falling from its left eye just before the axe made contact. Hurdog’s axe would slice through the neck of Ares with ease, his body going limp as his head fell nearby. Dropping his axe where he stood, watching the only thing in the world that truly cared about him begin to turn from a white to red as it bled before his eyes. The essence of life poring from the poor beavers neck as Hurdog dropped to his knees. The blood of Ares pooling beneath Hurdog as he sat there upon his knees. “Moi loife, ruined, and wasted.......” the words followed by a steady stream of tears, the tears after a moment mixing with the blood of Ares. As the dwarf sat there in the Wildlands, his legs beginning to stain, he would say a few more words “Oi am sorre’” he would pause as he began to walk back towards the known world “Ye deserved betta t’an me, dis world deserves betta t’an me” he would mutter thinking about all the mistakes he made in life, causing a fire in his heart to be reignited, a war on the mind, reborn. The beaver not did in vein, as it did what it wished to do from the start..... it wished to do something with its life.

Droktar’Lur would let out a yell louder than ever before as the fate of his old friend met his ears “MI BRUUDDA” he would slam his golem arm into the ground staring at the mojo rock for a moment before dropping to his bottom punching the ground before him “LAAAAAT NUUUUB DYZZZZ” he would then go to his feet and grab the door of his tavern and throw it across the city “NUB DYZ EN MIZ NOGGY” he would say before slamming his head into the wall, not knowing what to do

RP Name::Hurdog Ashrüne MC Username: ItzDragoon Discord: DragoonNuts#3613 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: My character doesn’t really affiliate with any nation currently due to a past occurrence irp Why Do You Wish To Come?: My character wants to learn more about the past, and potentially learn more about his own race. What Skills Can You Bring?: Can Fight, Can Talk, and my character is a good diplomat

For me personally, CT is the place to meet people you usually would never get to meet, and make relationships with people that could be in a nation you didn’t want to be at war with. I also hate how the library is run at CT, and how the magic books are locked away for no one to ever read unless they gain access from the librarians that almost never play those characters. I was ok with the darker magics being locked away as new players have no need to know about them right away. I almost feel like CT should be an abandoned temple, inhabited by whatever resurrects us, but if it were to have a library make it abandoned, with innocent books about magic/old nations/stories/races buried within for people to find. The lore of LoTC should not be hidden from players unless the library is run like a nation library, and the secrets kept by the community not just 2-3 people. Outside of CT I feel there should be a shop, but make it unsafe, and allow for banditry to occur in the trade area outside of CT.

Made me the skin I use for my dark dwarf. Great guy and makes skins the day you purchase. Would recommend him to anyone looking to have a quality skin made +1

+1 Seems like it’d be really fun to play, and have some unique RP

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Application Roleplay Name: Droktar’Lur Race: Olog Age: 21 Desired role: Hunter Reason for enlistment: I am looking for my Olog to develop his skills in hunting creatures. My Olog is part of the Lur clan in the orcs which means I have some experience hunting. Only down side to having me is a few fingers from a beast might be lost ? OOC Username: ItzDragoon Discord Tag (Example#3333): DragoonNuts#3613 (In discord) Timezone: Pacific Standard Time

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I love dark dwarfs and I made my own skin, but know it really isn’t the best it could be. I am looking for someone to help make my dark dwarf look like a smith with some light armor. If you are up to the tasks pm me for more details about the skin/questions @DragoonNuts#3613 on discord. We will also talk prices in discord.