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Hello Lords and Ladies of the Craft! Its my 400th forum post on here. I'm ngl I never thought I would get to this point where I would have 400 things to write about, but here I am lol. I've pondered and asked a few friends what I should make this post about and honestly my minds scattered through really big and extensive lore posts, to a staff application that I probably will never get to doing, an unreleased application video I did from a big YouTuber's minecraft experiment, to just basic shitposting. And it's not only that, but I could also have had some fancy formatting or cared to put in the same amount of effort that I normally do, but I thought it would be cool to just say things from my tired brain in the middle of a lunch break about certain topics I wanted to cover. Stress We all feel it, we all experience it, and we all suffer from it. I've been in the United States Navy for a little over a year and a half now, and I can say I've never felt stress quite like this. It's to the point to where my entire 4 years of High School don't even add up to the fraction of stress I go through here. Now that's not to invalidate ANYONES similar experiences, but that's just my own experience. Not all stress is the same, and not everyone can deal with it in the same way. There are multiple different stressors we all go through that are both strangely similar or wildly different. Boot Camp and A-School for the Navy were one of my most stressful situations that I had to learn how to deal with. It was the work pace, the strange hours (I'd never worked a job before) and generally just the new environment. I moved away from a comfortable life in Delaware, said goodbye to friends I'd known for a decade and to my family that raised me, and I barely get to see them twice a year. Its hard. Its very difficult to get through, but one thing that gives me peace of mind is that I'm living out my dream, have a relatively stable income for my lifestyle, and most of all I'm making those same people prouder and prouder everyday. Stress on the server is also present. I know it may sound silly at first glance, and to some people it may be silly, but stress through LOTC exists as well. "But it's just a game" You're right, it is. A game where relationships have formed both casual and serious. A game where communities were made, some lives genuinely changed indirectly, and bonds forged through hours of gamer sweat. For me, I met the love of my life on this server, who I am now engaged to and have known for over three years. Three years. That's all it took to change my life. It sounds ridiculous, but all it takes is one interaction, one conversation, one moment. For all of the stress I've gone through, it was worth it. Emotion But what about emotional turmoil or change? Is it harder to spot? Maybe. Is it easier to deal with? Probably not. Do we have to deal with it at all? That's up to you. In the end it is YOUR emotional health. I joined this server when I was 15 years old, though I'd been in and out of roleplay servers since I was 9, some players still know me from when I first roleplayed (Lookin at u @Milenkhov) 11 years man. . . That's more than half my life spent on minecraft pretending to be someone else. Nuts right? But in those 11 years and in between those margins of life I have met hundreds of people that, in one way or another, shaped the way I look at certain things and not all at the same time! If I had a conversation with myself from when I was 9 years old I would have bullied me too! And I would have smacked 15 year old me. In reality, its not the 20th century anymore. Emotional experience gained both in school and in personal avenues like gaming are learned through all walks of life. There is no denying that if you've been on the server for as long as I have that in some way shape or form, your emotions and outlook have been impacted. That could be a wonderful thing! That could also be a terrible one. Again, it all depends on how you look at things, right? One thing is for certain and I want everyone, no matter who you are or what interactions we may have had, but I want everyone to know that your emotions matter so much. Your emotions matter. Your feelings DO matter. They may not matter to everyone, but they matter to someone. Emotion is something so overlooked, so shunned at times through different communities, and therefore often silenced. Often emotions reflect on how our lives are going, which is why I say it matters. One thing for certain is very important: Life Your life matters, my friend. Your life. The life existing around you. The lives you may or may not impact everyday. The lives you have impacted in the past, or have yet to impact for the future. Life in general matters. Respect it. Honor it. Cherish it. And live. With all of my word posting, and with five minutes left on the clock, that's probably the most important thing I have to say here today. Live your life to the fullest potential you can live it. Even if you may be scared to do something, or may have been told something is impossible, if it doesn't harm life then it doesn't hurt to try. Through roleplay we can live endless lives, create endless stories, and even feel as if we live that life ourselves. But in reality, we only have one. Such a long and dreadfully short finite amount of time. Live your life, my friends. May everyone find some prosperity and peace in their life. Have an amazing day, LOTC. - erictafoya

Saint Harald Vuiller. The patron St of Priest combatants & Demonic banishment. Born on the First of the amber cold 1699. Dead at the Sixteenth of the Amber Cold 1760. Father Harald Vuiller cirka 1756. The Life of Father Harald Vuiller Harald Vuiller was born on the first of the Amber Cold to Alf & Johanna Vuiller in 1699 in the city of New Reza while his mother and father were on a business trip to the city to buy supplies for their keep and the land around it. He was the firstborn from a group of siblings of three. Harald, Auriann, and Lukas Vuiller. As the firstborn Harald was the heir of House Vuiller and to the family lands but when he chose at the age of 14 to join the army and travel the realm of Godan serving the armies of man. It was during these years that Harald picked up an interest in becoming a Priest and Bishop. He would at every new town and city they went to join the people in prayer in their churches and temples. His family had always been close to the church and followed the laws of the Scrolls and it was from this he chose that any man who fell in battle either at his own side or at the side of the enemy should be given a proper burial. he would spend countless hours after each battle tending to the bodies of the dead making sure they would get the burial they deserved. while on the road or awaiting battle he would spend his time making wooden or stone crosses that he would place on the chest of the dead as he placed them to their final rest. At the start of his time in the army his comrades would chuckle and joke about his actions as he would move countless bodies from the battle ground and digging individual graves from them. But after a heafty battle where they had lost over half of their men Harald was asked to host a prayer for their fallen brothers as their souls traveled to the seven skies. It was after this he was given the nickname of “the Battle Bishop.” After serving in the army for close to 16 years Harald would get a letter from his younger sister Auriann about the passing of both of their parents. He would be granted a leave from his duty in the army i fought for and set sail back to Arcas to join his family in morning his wife who he married just 4 years earlier joined him as well after being let of her duty. On their way to the Vuiller keep they went through New Reza Harald was filled with joy seeing how the city and its people had recovered after the battle of the Rat King. After the burial of their parents Harald would spend some months with his family in their family land before leaving for New Reza joining the Brotherhood of St. Karl but as he entered the city he would be surrounded by the soldiers he wished to join not understanding what had happened or why they would surround him. after getting attacked by the five men he would be dragged out of the city and thrown on the ground outside the gates getting told “We do niet wish for your kind here Vuiller!” without understanding nor knowing why he had been removed from the city he had early in his years helped to defend he would finally get his answers from a member of the Brotherhood and the Chaplain at the time Jacques De Beaumont who would inform him that his sister had been accused of witchcraft. Hearing these words Harald would sit down outside the city walls looking over to the River Rubern asking Godan for guidance. a vision would come to him of a man wearing a white cloak whispering the tounge of Iblees. From these visions he would track the man down trying to break the curse that had been placed on his sister but it was already too late. as a letter would reach him informing him of the trial of Auriann Vuiller in New Reza. he would come there just in time for the sentence of the lord Palatine “Auriann Vuiller, you are found guilty of witchcraft and is sentenced to death by drowning!” as these words where uttered a tear would fall from Harald´s eyes as he saw his little sister being dragged out of court towards the docks of New Reza he would quickly follow them watching them as his sister was thrown in the waters with rocks binded to her feet, as her body went down in the dark waters he´d look to the ground as tears would stream down his face. But has he though all hope was over the guards would shout as they could see her swim away as they had forgotten to bind her hands and remove her knife. After this Harald would spend many years cleansing his family name as he joined the Brotherhood and quickly raised through the ranks and became the Chaplain of the Brotherhood. During these years Harald would also be Ordained by the man then known as Cardinal Boniface swearing to spend the rest of his days in the service of the church. Many years pass as Harald keeps on his mission to serve Godan a mission and promise he would keep until his final breath. During these years many great things would happen during his life, but also many sorrows. While he was out fighting in a battle with the Brotherhood of St. Karl his wife who was pregnant at the time would be kidnapped. no matter how many years he spent searching for her he would never see her again. After the loss of his wife and their children Harald would commit the rest of his living years to serving and studying the Holy Scrolls and to serve Godan. Living in New Reza as well as at his Family's keep he would use the money he had earned during his times at war to build and start a Orphanage in the city of New Reza while being active in service at the Brotherhood of Saint Karl taking part in the Voidal battles, and the war between the Holy Orenian Empire and AIS. Turing this war Harald also discovered a cult spreading through out Haense, reporting this to the Regent Tiberius, he kept his work in the shadows until he was finally able to remove the cult from the Kingdom he loved. when the time of war was finally over the city of New Reza would be indangered by a new treat as Demons would often attack the city. Harald a now old man but still in fighting spirit would take his part in fighting of these demons while using prayer, blessed weapons and exorcisms to remove the demons from Godans Terra. But one day a demon too strong even for the old priest would attack the city making fire rain from the sky using his voidal magic to attack the city and GOD´s noble flock. Harald would draw his sword from his cane running towards the demon attacking it as he shouted prayers to his brothers the demon would strike him making the old man fall to the ground before turing his hand towards him making the old priest float 15 feet in the air. The voidal magic would make Harald twist and turn in pain as his body would slowly turn to stone. as the magic had reached his neck he would still hold on to his golden cross shouting out “In GOD we trust as he shall bring our souls to the seven skies in eternal peace with his love!” This would be the final words of Father Harald Vuiller. As the magma still went around and inside Haralds body the demon would not be able take the attacks that stroke him after spending so much of his magic and energy on killing the priest. as a final blow was struck towards its head the demon would explode in a fire of magma that all would fly through Harald before his now stone body would fall towards the ground. Just before he would hit the ground being guaranteed to break into a million pices a beam of light would strike him making the body float over the ground. and this was the end of Father Harald Vuiller. or so we thought… Miracles “The Beam of light” As his body of stone would fall towards the ground a beam of light would strike the body making it float just before it would hit the ground saving it from breaking into a million pices. “The help of a fallen father” over twenty years after his passing during the time of need of the noble flock and after his old friends and family had prayed for guidance a shadowy figure would show to offer them guidance. This would be the soul of Father Harald Vuiller. after roaming God mortal realm for some time he would finally meet with his old friend High Pontiff James II. they spoke for hours about the seven skies and both agreed that God must have sent Harald down to the realm of the living to serve and do whatever he could to help in the battle against the Inferni. This work of information is taken from my fathers jernals over the years. the later part describing his death is from eye witnesses and the information given by people who where there. This has been written as a tribute to my father and our Saint Harald Vuiller. Singed~ Cardinal Johan Vuiller of Aquila, Horens Giant Knight-Regent of the Holy Order of the All-Saints Guard. Holy Sir Head of House Vuiller. Knight of the Black Sepulchre & Cardinal Judge Headmaster at the University of St. Sixtus Protector of the Church of the Canon and its faithful

Licius Dalma. -LadyCake Optional ambiance music/theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQvc7Ne5mok Description. Licius stands at the satisfactory height of 5’9, his body build somewhat lissome, yet his limbs retaining the right amount of sinew and muscle. The skin has an ash grey hue, rather smooth and obviously taken care of. His teeth are hygienic, along with his fingernails, which remain well trimmed. His nose is humble and small scaled, nostrils very compact, and the bold red eyes have a lecherous and greedy shade, impish bags laying under his mentioned orbs, beside his high and salient cheekbones. Well groomed and glossy hair rests upon his cranium, the fringe pushed sternly to the right side of his forehead, the bangs slid behind his scathing ears that slip out of his sleek black curls. He’d clearly be seen as luxurious, his well customized clothing sported neatly by his figure. A few pouches made of prosperous leather are carried on him, attached around his waist and above his shoulders. A roguish dirk is kept in a pocket on the right side of his inner coat, sheathed in an elegantly crafted scabbard, and at times, a gladius can be draped in it’s holster, clipped to his waist’ sash. A faint aroma of fresh linen spoors around Licius’ figure.