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Summer get-away

Tue, 13 Jul 2021 10:18:50 +0000

Pretty much every (normal) summer we leave the apartment to go visit our parents' over the summer vacations. This is a normal enough summer so today we are leaving.

This doesn't mean I'll be entirely gone from the server and roleplay, but it does mean that my activity gets more spotty and unpredictable. Most definitely my hours will be later in the night and in that case also, probably, shorter. There will be days when I just won't be around without warning too.

I've no real idea of when I'll be home and back to the normal routines, but I know for certain I will be at the latest by August.

See y'all around!

- Zark

Roe's Return

Sat, 29 May 2021 00:29:44 +0000

I am back! Though perhaps not as often as I would like, I hope to be on the server again in three weeks and on discord sooner.

I've typed up a backstory addendum for Roe to explain her absence and give her an excuse to be a lil reclusive when I'm not around.

"Roe was called away with a troubling letter back to the Crimson Order, not knowing how to tell her friends she was leaving she elected to leave a brief note and travel that night. Upon returning to the order she found that new leadership had been installed. She was dispatched on a questionable assignment to a troubled series of towns in the countryside where the peacekeeping efforts of the soldiers she was attached to only seemed to exacerbate the problems until a full blown riot killed several of her team members and forced her to take the life of a local militiaman in self defense. Upon the realization that the order was trying to use peace keeping forces to gain tactical control of local resources she hung up her coat and deserted, following a trail back to the friends she had abandoned a year prior"

This was typed on a phone, I may make it prettier soon.

Hello once again

Thu, 01 Apr 2021 17:10:51 +0000

Hey everyone, it’s been a while.

My rather abrupt disappearance in the past wasn’t planned but nonetheless happened. I am in a much better place now in my life and am hoping to get involved in this community again. Before I get ahead of myself, I should address the elephant in the room. Life got to me a bit around the time I left, and I never really said goodbyes to those who deserved them. I won’t make any excuses for it and I apologize for the effective ghosting of the community and those in it. For those who might be more effected then others, I will privately talk with you as well later on. If anyone else wants a more detailed story, I’ll gladly share over more private channels as requested. I look forward to being able catch up and make amends (Hopefully) if you all will let me.

P.S. I realize it’s April fool’s day, this isn’t a weird elaborate prank. I was planning this for a bit and today happened to be the day I got the nerve to post this.

Housing issues

Mon, 08 Mar 2021 08:58:25 +0000

I'm going thru some things. Dunno when I'll have good time to be around again. It's been about a week now but I wanted to make it official in a post.

A Long Walk

Sat, 30 Jan 2021 20:40:46 +0000

Because I seem to like making work for you all, have another character turning up. I'm pretty sure I got cleared to run a second character a while ago but never bothered to actually do it, though I could easily be wrong about that. I figured now was the time to change that since it doesn't feel right to me not to have this grumpy bastard around.
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It was a cold evening in Nightveil when Kane came to his decision. He was directionless, never having truly found his way forward ever since he last returned to the town. Losing an arm wasn't the biggest problem, that alone he might be able to handle but the way that some of the others treated him.. Like some sort of invalid, as he saw it at least, was just too much. He desperately needed a way forward but it didn't seem like he would find it here, which made his decision easy enough. It was time to leave.
He wasn't one to sit around once a decision had been reached, he packed a few things that same day and pilfered a small number of supplies. He didn't imagine they'd be missed with one less mouth to feed. The only thing left to do was let people know, which he ended up trying to do by leaving notes but.. Kane struggled with expressing himself at the best of times. To do so through just words on a page felt impossible to him. After spending a few hours trying he just gave up and snuck away without a word.
He left by foot this time, wanting to simply get on with it and not wanting to get cooped up on a boat for days when his goal was to stretch his legs. He headed away from the town taking particular care to avoid anyone who might want to bring he journey to a swift end.

It took some getting used to, constantly roughing it and being reliant only upon himself. It had been sometime since he'd last been so throughly independant and it was only through doing this that he began to realise that he lacked a real sense of confidence in his ability to take care of himself anymore. He had ended up treating himself like a useless hinderance as much, if not more than, anyone else. As his journey wore on, he starts to regain that confidence, simply staying alive was enough evidence he wasn't useless.
A few months in and Kane had started to feel completely comfortable in his own company again, which opened the door to him starting to genuinely enjoy his travels. The constant weight of needing to find provisions and safety from the night was a challenge he understood, one he used to be good at. One he'd become good at again, even if it killed him.
He also finally had time to clear his head and devote himself back to what had always been his true passion. Violence and combat. Kane had started to realise that if he could survive on his own without an arm, to some extent at least, then why could he no longer be a warrior? It would be more difficult but that wasn't a good enough reason to just give up. He'd just need to figure it all out from scratch.

This isn't to say he spent the entire time wandering the wilderness, completely alone. He passed through towns when he had the chance. Despite his rekindled independance, Kane was still no hunter so the chance to resupply was one he took gladly. He didn't limit he purchases to just rations however, one hunter he spoke to offered to sell him a few half built traps that Kane'd merely have to set up in a good spot and let it do all the work. An idea he was happy with, since it let him go much further without having to worry about having to scavenge for roots and berries.
His bad habits did sometimes surface in these towns though. He'd often run low on money and decide to challenge some of the locals to a sparring match with coin on the line. People tended to underestimate what a one armed man could do in a fight, but Kane had decades of experience so he often walked away from these matches with a comfortable weight in his jacket. Sometimes, he had to run away when people were less than pleased at getting trounced by a man with half as many fists.
That's not to say he won every bout he fought, there were plenty of times Kane got knocked flat and went out of pocket but in those cases he'd offer to work as unskilled labour for the village till he had enough cash to be carrying on with, people were skeptical of what help he could be but weren't going to turn the offer of an extra hand down.
After a while, Kane old blade had become well worn from constant use and abuse of it, both for it's intended purpose and as a makeshift knife and axe. It took him some time to put together the payment for it but he replaced the old falchion with a sabre. Not as well made, but workable at least. It also presented him a change of pace. Maybe a new weapon would give him some perspective on where to take his skills next?

More time passed, a year at least and Kane continued to travel with renewed confidence. He still lacked a direction to go it and a purpose to guide him but he'd found it within himself to start looking for one now. That's when he started to hear some rumours from the sailors of a few travellers trying to set up a new port town and he figured that was as good a next destination as any. He ran his fingers through the patchy beard he'd sprouted over the past year or so, having lost the ability to care enough to shave it, wondering what the place would be like. The premise of the place sounded so familiar he half expected to run into an old face.

NOTABLE CHANGES:

Appearance:
Has grown a beard and generally just looks older and carries himself with a quiet confidence he'd lacked for some time.

Personality:
So much time alone has left his even less talkative than he used to be, but significantly more thoughtful having had little else to do while he walked.
He has reinforced his calculating way of making judgements, having only needed to balance basic survival needs for over a year hasn't made him any better at taking emotional or human factors in account, leading to his making colder decisions than ever.
He's found the joy of combat again, to some extent, though now it's tempered and controlled and this has allowed him to feel more confident in himself and who he is.

Hello there, fellow kids

Sat, 06 Jun 2020 09:56:53 +0000

Hello again my dears.

I've spent the last week or so trying to sort things. I'll be slowly getting back to business from now on.

Stay safe!

- Zark

Solomon's Return

Fri, 06 Sep 2019 19:50:03 +0000

I'm back! Roe had no real eventful changes so she just hopped back in. Here's Solomon's return.

The Story:

When Solomon left the setting, it was because for the first time since he came to the setting he heard from his family, they were alive in the city state of Du'huati. The city took in different groups and tribes, refugees from a scourge of dragon attacks all throughout the region.

And the city couldn't handle it. Tensions between an unsustainable amount of refugees and an out of touch ruling class steadily grew worse. The refugees were confined to a small, overpopulated, run down district and worked in various hard labor industries as their only available sources of income. After a long period of contribution in these industries labor conditions and a lack of a path to citizenship despite their contributions led to various protests and demonstrations, which the city guard began to suppress by any means available.

Solomon worked tirelessly to unite the different refugee groups into a council that could negotiate peacefully with the governing body, and part of this was the continuous use of nonviolent protests. But as the protests grew him and other members of the council were labeled as radicals, and the increasingly disruptive protests were met with the sudden declaration of martial law. One such protest became a riot, resulting in the death of one of Solomon's brothers and his internment in a hard labor prison camp.

His tradeskill as a miner resulted in his placement as a mason apprentice in the camp. Every day he would spend sunrise to sunset cutting stone and shoring up walls and defensive positions throughout the city. At least once every few weeks the overburdened quarries and adjacent mines would suffer a landslide or cave in, and all stone workers would be required to work as tunnelers to recover the work area. Their incentive was to get it done fast enough to rescue their friends.

Meanwhile, the riots grew in size and levels of violence, eventually becoming all but a full blown uprising from multiple clashing factions of both refugees and natives, as well as increasingly divided sections of government unaccountable to each other each with the power to recruit fighters. Eventually a riot resulted in the armed liberation of the labor camps, and Solomon was plunged into the start of a full blown multi-faction war.

The civilian casualties on all sides mounted tremendously. At the onset the refugee district was targeted by artillery from the walls for six weeks straight, day in and out, killing Solomon's father and several members of his original peace council. A daring plan to train a small group of climbers to scale the wall and eliminate the artillerymen finally brought an end to it. Solomon was among the first volunteers.. As was his other brother, who died on top of the walls back to back with Solomon in brutal revenge motivated fighting.

Solomon became motivated by pure rage, and after the severe losses of his family and his sharp change in emotion his mother locked herself away in the ruins of their home, refusing to see anyone who carried a weapon ever again.

The fighting descended into pure slaughter, tribal warfare over ruins as ancient monuments and walls that seemed to reach to the sky came down onto crowds of innocents one after another, increasing acts of savagery on all sides resulted in the collapse of any semblance of government and the barbaric public execution of every member of the royal family, but the factions just kept fighting over control of different sectors and petty disagreements on how the government ought to be replaced.

This is when the heat left Solomon's blood, and the man was left exhausted and broken wondering why he'd even bothered to pick up his axe in anger in the first place. He left the city in the cover of darkness, and spent the next months wandering aimlessly through various ports before he eventually found his way home to Nightveil.

Skill Changes:
( A tough one, realistically he's been gone years but because of the time pause.. Yeah.. )

Masonry: Apprentice
He's spent a brutal time in a labor camp doing this almost exclusively. He can cut stone and shape simple structures such as walls and do fairly good repair work. He isn't likely to be building anything more complicated in the near future, though.

Mining: Apprentice ( Up from Novice )
While he didn't learn any new skills relevant to prospecting or identifying useful ores, he has learnt more about tunneling and dealing with things like landslides and cave-ins.

Fighting: Competent ( Up from Novice )
His fighting is no longer good natured boxing matches, it now includes use of an axe and shield. He had an advantage learning the axe from his long years lumberjacking, and the intensity of the scenario made for a learn or die environment.

Climbing: Competent
A simple skill, didn't take long to learn all the basics. He can scale or descend large structures or terrain features using various aides and tools.

Appearance Changes:
He's gotten a little leaner and more functional-muscle than his previous brick shithouse muscle, but he's still a fairly large dude. The biggest indicators of change are the scars covering both his arms and the less kept more scraggly beard littered with stress greys. The creases on his face have gotten deeper and his skin more leathery. The time he spent out there aged and weathered him, and it shows.

Personality:
He learned about rage and hate and revenge, and it changed him into a quieter more cynical man, but by the end of his time fighting he calmed down and came to realize that for all the passion and heat and all the good and evil he had done nothing had really helped. No good came from his anger. Now he finds himself in a depression coming to terms with what this all means, trying to find his hope and zest for life over again.

Back

Tue, 30 Jul 2019 15:47:59 +0000

Just to clarify, yes I'm back. I'll be slowly getting things back in order and things will go back to normal.

Hope everyone had a good Easter

Mon, 22 Apr 2019 18:40:03 +0000

Holidays are done with. Hope y'all had a good Easter.

The twit has returned.

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 17:24:06 +0000

So, uh... hi?
It only took six months, but, I'm back.
Probably not going to start rping right away, still got some stuff happening, but I should be on within the next couple days. I have plans for Liz's return
> : ).

Apologies that I was away for so long... exam year is a b****.

Hope to see you around!

Back

Mon, 28 May 2018 22:59:46 +0000

Yeap, back.

Cheers!

Henlo - Saffire's (hopeful) actual return / Rebel

Sat, 19 May 2018 19:23:11 +0000

Heck to all with real life stuff, I miss rping here. The last time I came back was with Rebel, after my PC broke down on me for 2 months I believe? Anyways. We're somewhat settled now, which is all fun and dandy. Anyways, that's my little thing. I was suggested to do this, so I'm gonna. I don't really know too much on what to do here, so apologies.

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Rebel would have been called back by her former caretaker, Sebastian. The male sounded desperate when he said that miners were trapped deep underground, to which no one else could help. When Rebel got ahold of the news, she groaned and left with a simple note sprawled on paper, placed on the door of her inn room explaining that she would leave for awhile.

Now, she's come back, the total mission a bust. It took too long for her to get there, to which they would have died of air loss before they could of starvation. At least she could help with retrieving the bodies and set up for their funerals, but her original motive for leaving in the first place failed. Upon coming back, Rebel would look ultimately upset and almost unapproachable for awhile, a metaphorical aura of gloom around her as she spends most of her time in the mines.

Kane's Leave

Fri, 27 Apr 2018 22:31:37 +0000

(Hope this is the right place for this)

Some time ago now, Kane dissappeared all of a sudden. The reason for this was a letter he recieved from his sister pleading for his help and quickly.

His brothers had been conscripted by the nation for an upcoming offensive against a neighbouring nation, they were only craftsmen and had little experience of war or fighting.
Kane returned home as quickly as he could, tracking his brothers down through a lot of asking around and a little luck.
He ended up offering his own skills in place of his brothers, after all a trained warrior is worth much more than two untrained villagers.
After a few skirmishes, he was put given a more leading role in the regiment he had joined, as well as told to train the men, who were mostly conscripts with little to no experience.
This continued for some time as the war began in earnest and fighting truly began.

In one of the battles, his regiment were caught out and flanked. As the casualties increased, the men began to break and rout. Which Kane hardly noticed, as he was caught up in something akin to a battlefrenzy. He was shaken out of this by a man at his shoulder, who also broke his concentration allowing an enemy to land a clear strike to his shield arm, cutting it deeply.
After the rout, what was left of the regiment was heavily injured and what treatment there was was stretched thin, leading to both delayed and poor treatment of Kane's injury. As a result of this, the wound became infected quite quickly, leaving little option but for amputation.

He was given very little time to recover from such a drastic procedure and instead forced back to work in a non-combat role, as the dregs of his regiment was reformed with another to try and form one that was up to strength. His job within this new regiment was training and drilling troops as well as maintaining some degree of order and discipline.

From here on, his did not actively fight, instead focusing on his work within the regiment, partly out of his usual sense of duty but mostly to try and adapt and cope. The war ground to a stalemate and a truce was signed, with little really gained by either side.

With nothing more tying him to the mainland, he began to return to Nightveil, wondering what would happen to him now and what had happened in his absence.

Changes:
Appearance:
Left arm amputated from below the elbow.

Personality:
He's grown more outspoken and talkative, having spent a lot of time talking and drinking with the other troops, though this doesn't apply to serious matters.
This is however counterbalanced by the fact he's angry over his injury and constantly frustrated with the difficulty everyday matters now present to him. Leading to irritability and a shorter temper.
He's bitter about so much being lost while achieving nothing of worth.
He's also been forced to think more on his constant bordom and desire to fight, realising how careless it made him. While it hasn't just gone away, he has become much more wary of himself and his instincts, as well as generally less willing to solve problems though violence or threat.

Skills:
Swordsmanship Expert > Competant:
Without a large part of his left arm, he has been having balance issues, especially when fighting. He has recovered to an extent, through the constant training and drilling he carried out but he's far from the skill he used to possess.

Shields Competant > N/A
He no longer has an arm with which to use a shield.

Leadership/Training Novice > Apprentice
Having spent a lot of time acting as a superior to regular troops he has learnt a fair amount about how to handle it.

Other:
Experiences 'Phantom limb pain' as irregular stabs of burning.
Has some trouble sleeping, leads to him being drowsy or sluggish at times.

Uh. Australian Monday? Back!

Sun, 28 Jan 2018 20:54:16 +0000

So yeah, back. Shit happened, I made it back.

Kind of sick though. May just snoop about till tomorrow.

[WIP] Farming system

Sun, 03 Dec 2017 21:16:03 +0000

San/Steve and I are working on a new more involved farming system. This thread will feature that.

Plugins now exist that...
- Upon right-click harvests and replants crops
- Adjusts growth-rate of all plants depending on light and biome
- Gives crops a chance to fail to grow and die

Above plugins are UNDER TESTING for now.

NOTES:
"of wheat (64) per feild so far is around 6-7. 1 stack = 4x 16 wheat. 16 wheat = 1 bag of grain (using 9, rest is thrown out)"

PLEASE SUBMIT ANY SUGGESTIONS BELOW