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[!] This missive would find its place across the continent. . . TO THE ABANDONERS Penned in the 201st YEAR of the SECOND AGE —————————————————— ◘ —————————————————— Karin’ayla Aevos And good tidings to all, except for the FILTH THAT ABANDON THEIR CHILDREN! For many years now, you have abandoned your children upon the doorsteps of homes and clinics within the Unified Domain of Vortice. That ends now. For the first few children that were found within our borders, we believed they had been left so they may live a better and peaceful life. However, as we found more and more, we have figured that this is being done on purpose by a group of degenerates that have no regard for the precious lives and safety of children. I would think that folks would be more mindful of the responsibilities that a parent is entrusted with when they take their first steps in caring for a child. YOU, Abandoners, are the types of people that utterly disgust me to my core. If I ever find you leaving another child to cry alone within the borders of my home, I will leave you hanging off Vortice’s highest bridge by your ankles, giving you a feeling of the same pressure in the head that these abandoned children feel in their hearts as they watch you leave them forever. THIS IS YOUR ONE AND ONLY WARNING. —————————————————— ◘ —————————————————— Signed, BASTIAN JUSMIA With the Spirits’ Grace, Minstrel of the Eastern Karasts, Champion of the Spirit Brimztra, Member of The Talon Militia
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Last elven day, I was assaulted and had my ear sheared off by two men claiming to do it in the name of God. They seemed to think I was an affront to their god for existing. I have personally alerted the militia of two nations, and a close llir of mine who has alerted a third. But, naturally, I cannot personally tell everyone, so I am writing this missive. To "Brother" Raullin. I warned you. I told you that if you went through with your task, I would make you regret it, and I swear that I will. I will expose your name and your appearance to everyone. You who dishonorably corner unarmored and unarmed men outside of cities, with a friend, both in full armor. A shame that you are such a stupid individual. Of course I would find your name. They know your face, your name, your organization. They know which church you ran in to hide like the pathetic whelp that you are. It's really quite honorable to hide in a place of god from the consequences of your actions. You and your ilk poison the name of god. You are why people resent god. You are why elves make comparably little effort to be holy. You cause the problems you seek to solve. To anyone concerned by this missive. Brother Raullin is a human man of about 5'10 or 5'11 in height. He has blonde hair that looks like it was rubbed in dirt, and blue eyes. He has a horrific burn scar on the right side of his face, discoloring his hair but leaving his vision in tact. His partner wore full white armor. They cornered me on horses on the roads between Celia'nor and the rest of the Midlands. They cowered like children in a church when the search party I had alerted of their threats found them, so I can only assume they are not of great courage. My ear was retrieved, so clearly they were not too attached to it. When I so much as took a step back, they drew their weapons. There was nothing I could have done on my own, with no armor. I hope that this aids in no one else getting harmed in the same way that I did. I was extremely lucky to receive medical care and a prosthetic near immediately after the incident. I feel making this missive is my duty. If you are harmed, or have been, please send me a recollection of the attack via bird. I know people who would be willing to help you. My name can be found at the bottom of this missive. Naturally I am not going to say where you could physically find me. I do not expect my attackers will be very pleased about this document. [ooc: secondary_spidy] -Castien
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Year 164 of The Second Age. 12-1-2024 ISSUED BY THE GRAND KING. ᛏᚺᛟᛋᛖ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛗᚤ ᚷᚢᚤᛋ ᚾᛟ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚨᛁᚾᛏ YOTH BRATHMORDAKIN NA YOTH URGUAN ᛁᛟᚦ ᛒᚱᚨᚦᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚾᚨ ᛁᛟᚦ ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ ON THE PALADINS OF XAN. ᚠᚢᚲᚴ ᛟᚠᚠ ᚷᚢᚤᛋ Dear Hyspia. You will leave the Paladins of Xan living in Urguan alone or I shall make it reflect badly upon you tenfold. These are claims I know to be false, probably an attempt to besmirch them by darkspawn or the like. ALEXANDER LLOPIS ᚹᚨᛏᚲᚺ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᛏᛟᚾᚷᚢᛖ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛟᚤ Dear Alexander Llopis. You will rescind your bounties on the Paladins of Xan harboured in Urguani lands at once. If not, your Urguani stall is hereby revoked and the next time you visit you are subject to a spontaneous honour duel by yours truly. Too will the new deal that I am to publish with The Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the Viceroyalty of Hyspia be thrown into the Urguani incinerator should you not wish to comply. And you shall also write a missive about your foolish and impulsive deeds, alongside apologizing. Signed, Sigrun ‘Undeadslayer’ Stonehammer Grand King of Urguan, Clan Father of The Stonehammers, Priest of Dungrimm, Hero of Dungrimm, Three-Time Grand Champion of Urguan.
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[!] A notice is put up on the Dúnwen Noticeboard! Warning: Incompetent Burglar! Hide your dirt, hide your stone, hide your wood, and hide your deepslate! The Garbage Collector is here to steal your least valuable items! Just recently, this bandit buffoon ran around our wee village filling his pockets with mass-produced monk stone and other refuse from old build supplies. He even 'broke' into a few burrows to steal their firewood! Hide your less valuable belongings well or else the Garbage Collector will take out your trash for you! Remember: The Garbage Collector is extremely clever in his non-cleverness! Not only will he steal your refuse, he will brag about it! He left a big 'L' of cobblestone in one of my booze-barrels after stealing a single bottle of booze, the space for which seemingly cleared out by leaving fifty two bread loaves in another barrel (I am munching on this free bread as I write this notice). Hide your trash, hide your old building supplies, hide your flower collection! The Garbage Collector is HERE! -Mimosa Applefoot, Mayor of Dúnwen, very cool halfling.
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[!] You see a paper pinned to a local oak tree Warning: Savages! ~An area to avoid!~ Keep clear of the fork in the river near the north of Failor! Around there, nestled up between the mountains and river, lies a village of thieves who rob anyone who passes by! Their brutal, savage village is lined with heads on pikes and their history on Failor so far is that of brutality against the innocent! I myself have been robbed at axe-point twice by these people, and the Thain of Mingebottom, King Cyris himself, had his eyes gouged out by these unsaved souls, such is their brutality and lack of remorse! Steer clear of this savage, brutal, cruel, and pagan village! A longer journey that avoids this area is far preferable to taking a shortcut through it! -Mimosa Applefoot -
[!] You find a note in your aviary mailbox. A Warning! A group of deceptive, darkspawn-loving cultists have been running from settlement to settlement to escape judgement. They are bitter and resentful of the afterlife and believe they will find no place within it, and so they offer their souls to darkspawn to “save” them in a crude mockery of the natural order. Do not listen to their pleas. They are not being persecuted for their birth or appearance, but rather actively choose to walk the path of damnation and exile and refuse any attempts to save their souls through traditional methods. They will take advantage of your hospitality and good nature to continue their abhorrent beliefs and shelter darkspawn with them. Do NOT let a purple-haired elven woman named “Kira” or “Phaedra” (as the Druids call her) enter your settlement! Be wary of the blue-skinned horned devil that they offer their souls to! May Knox help us see through the deception! Do not let yourselves be deceived as we have! -Mimosa Applefoot, local halfling and Mayor of Bywater.
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Ok, I was an idiot and a fool, about an hour ago i gotten a msged from an old lotcer who said they're were making a game and wanted feedback... Obviously not thinking about it agreed and long story short got hack, Thankfully i realize quick and informed my irl brother where he working on informing everyone but those that have my discord DO NOT PRESS THAT FUCKIN LINK! DONT BE AN IDIOT LIKE ME! IF YOU CAN! i recommend changing ur passwords and stuff make 100% sure ur safe and sound and if you need to block my ass or remove me from any servers, I May or may not make a new discord for all this so if you need to verify me msg my brother ibraheemc2000 on lotc or discord. anyone who a epic tech dude that knows how i can **** up whoever did this to me i would surely appreciate ur help in getting my original disc back at same time just a perm deletion of it. thank you and please help... ANYONE WHO FRIEND WITH XAMON! DO NOT ACCEPT HIS LINK! he also got hacked, thats how i got screwed
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[!] A blazing-hot letter scripted in Dratho Nar finds its way to the gate of the Druidic Order. AG DO HIN REYTH KREH US UN SULEYK The song of war beckons us, reyth muz. Our gift -- an offer of peace -- that of the Arch-Drakaar's gaze at Jen'nu-Kailiab'dred was not honored, destroyed without second thought. You care not for our warnings, as if you have nothing to lose. You tempt fate -- for shame. Let us keep this brief. OFAN WAH MU ENOOK TOL HI PIRAAK UV OBLAAN KO OK YOLOS Today, the divine trees of your creation weep, and we no longer offer you remorse. Watch them cinder and burn, your crystalline trees and strange, powerful treant beasts. Their beauty whisks away to down-trodden ash, to regrow anew upon the scorched remains of a dragon's fiery mark. Your people will deliver to us these demands and reparations for the military trespass of our realms and destruction of our structures within one year -- or more shall burn and your kind will die: ⬦ 30 Units of Athins ⬦ 30 Units of Drake's Tail ⬦ 30 Units of Mandragora ⬦ 1 Ironwood Seed ⬦ Mushnooman Sites ⬦ A detailed report on Taynei'hiylu's history & whereabouts VIING THUR AAK MU Continued provocation or lack of response will result in additional assaults upon your capital. ~ Alemdrom sin Uzoth CHOSEN OF AZDROMOTH
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[!] Throughout Almaris, there are warnings upon parchment. "People of Almaris, we at Talon's Port give a warning to you. The oceans are unsafe, with strange events following a creature that was seen inside. It was made of flesh, eyes, and feathers, something said to look similarly to the voidal horrors of Arcas. It was last seen off the coast of Talon's Port, far enough to not cause harm, but close enough to be a disturbance. The normally hot and humid air became fridgid from the wind that blew from the sea. Before it disappeared, it was seen splitting into two. As far as we can tell, there are now two of these things roaming the oceans. Be safe. Signed, Athri Onfroi Belrose, Talon's Port Minister of Foreign Affairs
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Character Name Drauch Basic Information Nicknames: Knight, Monster, The Relentless, Dorian. Age: About 80. Gender: Previously male, now N/A. Race: Darkstalker. Status: Active and deadly. Description Height: 5 foot 9 inches. Weight: 12 kg. Body Type: Just a skeleton. Eyes: Just eye sockets. Hair: No hair. Skin: None at all - Pale, old bone. Markings/Tattoos: A faint scratch goes down his left eye socket. Health: (Un)dead. Personality: A very bleak outlook on everything - after not being allowed to simply rest in peace, on top of what he had believed in during life being completely disproved, he holds a hatred and anger for nearly everything now, as well as a certain jealousy for their gift of life. Inventory: A large, worn and rusty Necrotic bastard sword - it reeks of necrotic taint, nearly being as tall as Drauch himself. Further Details: Will either be wearing his tattered and old Amyas uniform or be wearing a less memorable garment to help blend in. Always has some form of protection over his head. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Evil. Deity: Xion. Religion: Xionism. Alliance/Nation/Home: Undead forces/No nation/Wherever he can find. Job/Class: Slave. Title(s): None. Profession(s): Undead killing machine. Special Skill(s): Necromancy drain: Able to drain a living thing’s life force if he maintains contact with them for a few (RP) minutes. Inhuman strength and resilience: Drauch’s strength rivals that of an Orc, as well as not being able to feel pain. Flaw(s): Can’t eat or drink, physically feel anything or reproduce. Weaponry Fighting Style: Reckless and relentless - Drauch chases his prey down without stop, keen to steal their sweet life force. Trained Weapon: A plethora of blades and ranged equipment. Favored Weapon: An arbalest/Longbow or Bastard sword. Archery: Fairly good. Biography Parents: Deceased. Siblings: N/A. Children: Daniel - Missing/Presumed dead. Extended Family: Rose Hunter - Niece. Pet(s): None. Artwork ^ Credits to Shilloh ^ ^Credits to Zer0^
