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  1. Yesterday
  2. The voice recorder is found in a pile of seaweed within Nazjatar, near the wall of water overlooking the flooded marketplace Everything hurts. I've been in my fair share of crashes but this one was leagues beyond anything i've ever suffered. Speaking of leagues i'm at the bottom of the ocean, though if you're listening to this chances are you know that already. Maybe I should start from the beginning. The Horde needed more technical know-how with what few ships we had left. Starting to think that was all of a ruse because as soon as we saw the fleet, what few forces we had hoisted all sails and flew like bats out of hell. Yet somehow we wound up in just the right area for the Naga's massive magic show, right next to Azshara's old palace. When it comes to Sylvanas and her inner circle I don't believe in coincidence anymore. Nathanos disappearing within the first hour only makes me more suspicious. This isn't the first time we've been in this situation, in fact it seems to be how the Horde thrives. The enemy strips them of most everything, we befriend an oppressed or troubled native and through grit and guerilla tactics we pull through. This time, they call themselves The Unshackled. A race of Kelfin, not gilblin, they don't like that word. But basically, they're aquatic goblins. Sins, webs, gills, you name it. I don't trust them, they ask a lot for our help sure but they also give freely with what little they've got. Might be racist but i've spent too much time among merchants and tradesmen to just accept it at face value. For now, we're settling in and doing what we can as we establish a base and the Kelfin establish a home that's suddenly a lot dryer. We're low on supplies, short on people, have an overabundance of enemies including the Alliance Fleet that fell in after us, but this isn't anything new. First few weeks is going to be us scrambling for supplies, mapping the area, and proving our worth to the locals. Despite the same song being played yet again, i'm on edge. The wall could come crashing down any day now, who knows what's even keeping it up or why the Naga decided to even the playing field like this rather than drag us into the water where we cannot fight nearly as effectively. They're always plotting something, and this close to their Queen's house it's gotta be important. Imagine anyone making record of this is saying the same damn thing I am, trying to write on soggy pages, luckily I grabbed something a big more waterproof. Tomorrow they say i'll be cleared to assist them out in the field, sure as hell doesn't feel like it but we're so understaffed right now they can't afford to wait for everyone to be at 100%. You can walk and swing a blade you better get your ass out there. Selris...Dad... Was always good about keeping the pain down. He tried to show me how but I never had the patience it required like he did. Focus only on breathing, making that one unconscious action something you control. I'm not used to having my ass beat this badly, usually I can avoid the worst hits... But there's not a lot I can do against gravity is there?
  3. Earlier
  4. Another for Nagoda of the Gold Plain
  5. My first try at a mood board. This one's for Brinnea Velmon.
  6. https://us.forums.blizzard.com/en/wow/t/announcing-rp-pvp-in-wow-classic/244709 We got our wish.
  7. Hey now! I kind of like my swamp. If you come back for a visit, please poke me. I like meeting WoW folks, and you sound awesome even if you were a goblin :P I share many of the same views on RP. You can find people still active on Discord. There's a link to it here on the site somewhere.
  8. When dreams hold more logic than reality, what recourse is there but to sleep? When those leading the charge fail to grasp what is good and what is necessary, what recourse is there but to withdraw support? When their ideas are good but their tactics are so flawed as to be harmful, what good is it to follow them? It is easier to follow a Warchief whose ideas are worthless but whose tactics are strong than the opposite it seems. However this plays out, the throne must give way to someone new in time, either in body or in action. Perhaps when that happens, there will be reason to step back into the fight. The Regent-Lord fails his people and no one has the strength to replace him. The Mandate will continue. For all its many interpretations, it seems immutable at its core and indestructible in its concept. And there is no abandonment this time. I follow no one anywhere else. I follow only myself into the shadows. I will stay close, but I will stay quiet. I am a child of blood and fire, but every fire burns itself out and the sparks must find new tinder before it can blaze again. There is no fuel in Nazjatar. There was a time I would have given everything in my power to walk Her halls in peace that we now walk in violence, and seeing them from this perspective has shattered every hope I once had for us. I remain Grim, but Grim in my dreams, until I can call on my own fire which has been smothered by this failure of a war. I was never suited to this anyway. I was far better than nothing, yes, and I made it my project and priority, but I was never inspired to it. I know what is good and what is right, but if I cannot impart it with words, I have no other way to convey my knowledge. Convey the truth with violence and pain then? No, that is not my way. All that I am capable of conveying with violence is death, and death of our own does nothing for the war. She understands us well enough to keep us strong as long as she has the bodies to guide. And she has fire of her own and a bloodthirst that far outstrips mine in the here and now. I don't know if the Mandate can hold her up. It weakens under Sylvanas' faltering steps. But in the time she has, she will do well. She is inspired to it in ways I never was. If only those the Mandate needs can find it before it's too late. I have someone to hold my truths. They will grow with her until I can put them to use once again. For now, they have no place outside us. Not anymore. Things fall apart.
  9. 7.12.19 Well, the third thing was Baal finding out I had the human girl hurt again. Why the fel would he put her under his protection anyway? He had to know that wouldn’t stop me. He banished me from the cabin and his ship. I’m welcome back at the cabin now after we worked some things out, but not the ship. Things aren’t quite the same between us now, but we’ll get there. I hope. The first of the bounty hunters came for me last night. Some stupid Nightborne mage. A stupid elf ARCANE mage! I still have a few scorch marks, but I cut her up good. She asked AFTER I had beaten her if I was guilty. Like she cares. If she did, she would have bothered to find that out before trying to kill me. I could have killed her. It was so tempting. Instead, I sent her back to Cobrak with a message that the next ones would not get off so easily. I doubt he’ll back off though. I wouldn’t. He’ll probably just send better hunters next time. They’ll have to find me first, and I don’t make it a habit to be out in the open alone. Eventually, he’ll give up on it, and it will fade away. And oddly enough, I still don’t hate him. I haven’t gone after any of his people. I have Ayidda spying on them, but only to try to find out if they plan to pursue the bounty on me. Maybe I should put out a bounty on Cobrak. I’d offer a lot more than 5000. Keep him in a cage for a few days, just to knock him off his high horse for a little while. I’m not even sure how things have gotten THIS BAD between us. Dora’s knee? Burning down that prissy goblin’s house? Attacking Sanctuary traitors? I regret that we can’t be friends--he's a good fighter, and he seems like an honorable orc--but I don’t regret any of my actions. They all deserved what they got.
  10. Hey folks, The Gambler is back! While I no longer play WoW I was hoping to get into contact with some of the former rpers I have wrote with in the past and see if they are interested in working on some projects together again.  Message me if you are interested!

  11. Hey folks, it’s Gurrah the Gambler here! Those of you who know me or even vaguely recognize my name probably know me best from the “Goblin Interim year 23” started in 2010 as a precursor to the cataclysm release and an introduction to all the Goblins joining in the twisting nether RP community at the time. An epic RP trilogy started by brothers Rikt and Chikt. Over the course of this trilogy I met many amazingly talented writers, some were good from the get go and had the entire story and character development plotted out way in advance (looking at you Rikt and Chikt), others like myself evolved and improved as the stories went on developing both our characters and ourselves as writers. Others swooped in unexpectedly and blew us away with a epic antagonist/protagonist encounters like “Smiles Macblaster” whom to this day has been one of my favorite writers to work with. I remember during the writing of these rp’s I would log in from my trade school when I got out of class every damn day, so excited to see who wrote what and how the story progressed I could barely contain myself. Through these experiences I grew as a writer, I learned where my strengths and weaknesses were and just through working with you was inspired to improve just so I felt worthy playing on the same field as you folks. I realized my strengths were solid in combat scenes and sarcastic humor, I developed ways to show the darker side of my character P.T.S.D, Alcoholism, and haunting memories and regrets from life as an assassin. I learned how to express my character’s point of view in emotional and rational (and occasionally irrational) reactions. Working with you folks helped me develop skills in writing that required more finesse and thoughtfulness than any collegiate writing class had ever taught me. As of now I have long left the depressing swamps of Florida, moved to the Seattle area, and have a beautiful wife whom I get to enjoy the pleasure of writing collaboratively with as a bonding pastime (she’s an absolute bookworm, a status I wouldn’t have been able to impress had it not been for my experiences of writing with you amazing folks.). I still find myself nostalgic and logging back into TNG just to read and re-read the Goblin Rp’s where I got my start writing stories rather than just poetry. To any of the writers I’ve worked with in the past please, reach out to me on here. I would love the opportunity to reconnect and work on more projects together, just send me a message and a link to the story we’ve worked together on and I will get back in touch as soon as possible. I will be logging on to check about once a week, and while I don’t play wow anymore I am working on other non-wow related projects that I would love to work with some folks on. If you have wow stories you’d like help with I can bring in Gurrah the Gambler or other characters for a Cameo or two. To the fellow writers of the Goblin interim stories from 2010, and the others I’ve worked with in the past (looking at you Venedict, also we totally need to meet up again and catch up for old times sake, I haven’t forgotten about you.) Thank you for a fun and memorable experience and helping me evolve as a fantasy writer. if any of you still scout these forums please feel free to PM me. Sincerely, Gurrah the Gambler. Goblin, assasin, smart-ass, and alcoholic.
  12. I found the post looking up to see if I could find where the other Dusk Watch was or if it still existed. Found Urivial. Its a good piece. I liked it. I never got a chance to play Classic. Too poor and lacking the internet back then. Im hoping interesting things happen with classic and the rp community.
  13. I read it on the forums and really wanted to respond, but my account is down and apparently they won't let you post then. I'm very much excited about a possible RP-PvP server. I really hope they make one. If not, I suppose we could have an unofficial RP-PvP server...but it wouldn't be great of course. Hope you're doing well! Sowell
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    Happy Midsummer, citizens of RH-TN! The Rooks cordially invite you to help us celebrate with a Mount Parade around Old Town of Stormwind! Best gear-mount matching set will win a Blizzard Store Mount of their choice! TONIGHT! 7PM CDT! Gear must be equipped (no magic appearance effects)! Second Place: 25k Gold Third Place: 10k Gold! Hope to see you there!
  15. 6.22.19 They say bad things come in three…. 1 - I was fighting naga on the shoreline of one of the nameless islands, and I happened to spy a Twilight Empire warrior who was involved in both the House and the attack on our old guild hall. She taunted me, asking if we’ve found a new place yet. I told her we started clearing out a few places in Stormwind like the orphanage and emissary area, places we’ve attacked most recently. She didn’t like that. We fought. She doesn’t fight fair. That felling shield of hers. I ended up losing an arm--and one of my best swords!--to her attacks, so I retreated. I know just how to get back at her though. 2 - Ayidda returned from an errand at the Port with a letter from Cobrak. That ugly, stubborn, cycloptic, self-righteous kodo’s ass has declared war on me, even though I warned him and assured him I wasn’t looking for trouble with him or his people. He chose this. Anything that happens to his people now was by his choice. “Brought to trial and executed.” I’d like to see him try it! I should warn the others he mentioned in his letter to be on the lookout for his mercs. If he actually posted a copy of that bounty he sent me, it could make things very inconvenient. I’ve dealt with some of them before on various matters. They are not incompetent. I could send Ayidda there more often to see what she might learn. Apparently she got into some shenanigans there with an elf last night. She said Cobrak told her she’s welcome to return. The girl was stupid and frivolous, but her silliness may be the key to getting some information, or at least having eyes there now and then. 3 - ? ? ? If troubles come in threes, what is going to happen next? Things are not good among the Horde right now. Many have turned against the Warchief. Cobrak mentioned her in his letter even. Comparing me to "Sylvanas' madness" and blaming the Grim for Horde turning on itself instead of focusing on fighting the Alliance. The Grim has lost many as well. Many fell in Uldir and then in the defense of Dazar'alor, but did we also lose some to treasonous beliefs about the Warchief? The thought crossed my mind, but in the end, it doesn't matter what caused it. Our assault force numbers are too low to face the next threat. We have a Zandalari among us who stands out. He goes by the name of Zulric. He’s the best fighter The Grim has seen in quite a long time. He also seems to have a talent for diplomacy work. But I wonder--can he be trusted to carry out a sensitive job? Are his stomach and heart hardened enough to do what I have in mind? After all, I can’t let her think I forgot about her. And the timing for another visit couldn’t be more perfect. Yes, I think it’s time I test this witch doctor myself. The only warning sign with him is that Ul'rezaj has him working with him to try to put Wreave back into production. My writing is off. I’ll have to practice with this new hand and arm more. There were RAS representatives at the tournament last night. I spoke to a couple of them about my arm after, and they sent me to one of their fleshcrafters in Tarren Mill. An undead elf. His apprentice was also an undead elf, and his husband. I was suspicious, of course, but they were very professional and not unkind at all. Maybe something about death changes the elves. The undead ones I’ve known have always seemed a bit less arrogant and cruel than the live ones. Too bad I wasn’t sent to them instead of Nathandiel for my last repairs. That reminds me. I promised to send their payment today.
  16. Finally got unbanned and posted: https://us.forums.blizzard.com/en/wow/t/rp-pvp-a-love-letter-and-a-few-stats/194121
  17. I was auto-banned on the official blizzard forums when I tried to post there. I'm guessing because it was my first post in years and it had a link?. It was instant, so not because of them disagreeing with my post's content. Dunno. I typed it out, so here it is: Hi, most people know me as Mortica. I’ve run a RP-PVP fansite for the Twisting Nether server (and later the combined Ravenholdt server) since late November of 2005, a few months after the first three RP-PVP servers opened up. It’s called the Twisting Nether Gazette. It was featured on the WoW Community Spotlight a couple of times back in the day (prior to the great worldofwarcraft website purge many years back). While I am now only a “casual” player, over the years I have invested much time, money, and tears in promoting my favorite type of realm in the past, until I, too, had to give in to Blizzard’s disinterest and recognize that TN is now, and forever will be a ghost town. I don’t do Reddit unless someone links me there. These days, I only come to the official forums on rare occasions, usually because someone has linked something here. I may not be the vocal majority, but I kinda like to think I represent a decent-sized chunk of the WoW population that plays RP-PVP who may not be social media banshees. We are adults, with jobs, who like to log in and play for a few hours with friends a few times a week. If I had never played RP-PVP, and as a data-minded person, I looked at the population of the retail RP-PVP servers now, I might be inclined to agree with this Ion person who I hear thinks RP-PVP is a niche too small for Blizzard to cater to. I miss Bashiok, who always seemed a good soul back when I came to these forums more often. With the exception of Emerald Dream, The RP-PVP servers probably do look like a failed experiment. I could probably write a novelette on why they failed, but in the end, the people who wanted 24-7 RP had to move to high-pop servers. Those who wanted to kill dragons FIRST went to competitive PVE servers. And with all of the changes over the years that broke open-world PVP, those who loved that aspect most moved on as well. Don’t even get me started about Blizzard NOT opening up fresh non-RP PVP servers on the same day to filter out the people who just wanted to level race on a brand new shiny server and could give two hoots about RP. I still want to bonk whoever made that decision’s head. Gently, of course. Classic could/should/might alleviate most of these problems, -->IF<-- you make a single RP-PVP server from the get-go. Let people pick the server type that is best for them. Don’t make people re-roll a few months down the line. Don’t make people have to check forums and Reddits and Ouji boards to figure out which server is going to give them the best approximation of the RP-PVP experience. Label things properly, and the people who want RP-PVP can settle on the correct one. If Classic, as a whole, succeeds, RP-PVP may actually be one of the more stable versions, as the kind of people who’d want to play Classic probably venn-diagram well with the kind of people who like RP-PVP servers. The unique thing I can add to this discussion is numbers about RP. The number of stories created on the Twisting Nether server on the Gazette fansite are as follows: Counting only threads started in the written RP section of the forums (so no journals, biographies, art posts, or general chit-chat) we had 828 stories written between 11/29/2005 and 1/17/2007 (when BC started) with an average of 11 posts per story. Which works out to roughly 2 stories started every day during Classic. Which may not sound like much, but that’s just people who bothered to write out their RP onto a forum. This doesn’t count in-game only RP, or RP that happened on guild forums, blogs, or other format. These were created by 576 active members (accounts created who posted at least once). That’s just on TN. There were 5 other North American RP-PVP servers, and even if you assume that TN was the most prolific RPing realm of the group (humble*brag), that’s a lot of RP. People play the game for different reasons. People have nostalgia about Classic for different reasons. For some of us, writing stories about conflict with the enemy out in the world gives the game meaning. Here is a link to just ONE of the many stories that couldn’t have happened as emersively on a PVE server (alas, none of the image or video links in the story work anymore). You are welcome to browse around. Yes, the forum, like the server, is a bit of a ghost-town now. https://wow-tng.org/forums/topic/191-oh-dam/
  18. Good morning folks. This is a long shot, but it's about the only one I've got. I used to play on Twisting Nether back in classic and Burning Crusade and I was hoping to maybe reconnect with any old players from back then. Was a gnome warrior in Legends, then Micro, then First Legion, and I had a lot of friends in Riders of the Red Dawn,(and other smaller guilds). Seeing as WoW classic is on the Horizon, I'm kinda looking for a shot of nostalgia and thinking about picking the game back up.
  19. What am I doing? What am I... There aren't regrets. Not per se. There was never enough there to make it worth questioning the decisions I made. It's not about what's right. It's not about morality. What do I care about doing the right thing? It's about the value of what I have. It's worth too much to put at risk, so I draw my lines where I need them drawn. I can't help but wonder, though, if I'm falling apart. If the lessons the Bronze imparted have not stuck. I am weak and vulnerable, and I have been preyed on yet again. Have I? I question myself more since then, since everything. It makes me more honest, oddly enough. Still, no one should believe anything I say. They should know better. They should always know better. I've never been comfortable with this, but who else can do it correctly? If someone else tried, I would chafe and want it fixed, want it done my way, so perhaps I need to simply stop fighting. I am more stable when I'm lying. When I'm honest, I am crumbling. Be wary when my words ring true. Falsehood should be reassuring. She wants what she cannot have. We always do, don't we? I don't even know what I want anymore. I want quiet, and that is unlike me. I don't have friends, nor do I want them. Strange things happen when people call themselves my friends if I fail to disagree. Keep them all at arms' length. Am I proud? Beyond narcissism, at least? I take pride where it's earned, but it seems earned so rarely. I think I expressed my ambivalence. I am proud of who we were. I am proud of what we are capable of, should we actually make the effort. But am I proud of who we are at the moment? I don't know about that. All the best of us died to the Scourge. Those of us who were passable then followed Kael'thas and died with him. Only the idiots who left him for the Scryers survived. The idiots and the double agents. Dar'khan steals from us to this day, long after returning to ash. The sin'dorei I don't find vastly unimpressive are few and far between. Lor'themar has so little ambition he hardly deserves to be called a regent. The Windrunners all chose the humans over their own people long ago. Only Rommath keeps me from giving up on us entirely. If she needs pride to see her through, I hope she finds it stronger than mine. Given what she's said of the situation, I doubt there's anything in it to be proud of, but I wouldn't put it past whatever serves for justice in Silvermoon today to fail me utterly and give mercy where it's undeserved. Our nation is ruled by the pathetic. But I've never been a good example. Even when I had the pride, I toyed with it in others to get my own way. I have always put my self above everyone and everything else. I still do, though my methods have taken on different subtleties. And still I wonder. Have I squandered the gift of the Bronze? Have I fallen too far to avoid drowning? Is that why I'm so tired?
  20. Full Name: Renka Glittersnap Nicknames: — Date of Birth: Year 5, After the Fall of Stormwind, before the start of the Second War Age: 26 Race: Goblin Gender: Female Hair: Pink Skin: Chartreuse Eyes: Gold Height: 3'1" Weight: Medium (slim but curvy) Place of residence: Travels a lot for business, recently acquired a beachfront property in Gadgetzan. Place of Birth: Booty Bay Known Relatives: Sold by bio-parents to her "Auntie" around age 5. Parents identities unknown. Religion/Philosophy: Renka personally perceives the Light as something of a contemplative guide. In her early life, she saw it as an actual force that exists and can actively help her achieve her goals. She doesn't especially worship the Light as a god entity but thinks that there is a driving force behind her decisions and intuition that always provides. Sort of like Lady Luck. Occupation: Entrepreneur. (Mainly jewellery and furs. Has a mining/hunting operation currently active in Stranglethorn Vale, a shop open in Gadgetzan and looking to expand into both Horde and Alliance cities.) Group/Guild affiliation: Guild Rank: Enemies: Venture Co., Bloodsail Pirates Likes: Travelling, gold, bling, acquiring assets, making new business partners Dislikes: Losing, Manual labour, indecisiveness, fake jewellery/furs/luxuries Favourite Foods: Rare steak (any), never turns down a good barbecue Favourite Drinks: Darkmoon Special Reserve, Steamwheedle Fizzy Spirits, Anything Elven Favourite Colors: Pink, Gold Weapons of Choice: Not big on melee. Can whack someone real good with a mace if she has to. Hobbies: Gambling, Reading, Buying useless crap at Auction Houses (it’s not a “PROBLEM” she can stop whenever she wants) Physical Features: Small of stature but loud of mouth. Ostentatious pink hair pulled into two pigtails, wears a moderate amount of bling (goggles, earrings, bracelets, anklets, and rings) Special Abilities: Perceptive as all heck Positive Personality Traits: Open minded, confident, a “doer” Negative Personality Traits: Calculating, Holds grudges, Can be patronizing Misc. Quirks: Can’t resist a mystery, Is more charitable than she likes to admit, Never actually puts on the goggles she has strapped on. History: Renka is a smalltime cartel owner who wants to grow a legitimate business empire. She is like most goblins money oriented, but she's more of an entrepreneur than an engineer or tinkerer. She was sold as a kid to her “Auntie”, a Steamwheedle goblin who put her to work on a trade ship as a deckhand. As a neutral cartel, Steamwheedle ships went all over Azeroth and Renka got a taste for travel. She rose up through the ranks on the ship by making her own deals on the side, and eventually skimmed enough money from this to put together a small crew and acquire her first mine at a good price from some contacts in Booty Bay; an investment that panned out and earned her enough to set up a hunting operation for exotic furs. She is striking out independently and starting her own business under the Neutral banner of the Glittersnap Cartel. Ultimately her goal is to become a big name in goblin society. They say dream big, and Renka dreams of becoming a Trade Prince- and living long enough to enjoy it.
  21. Hey there Sowell,

    It's been a long time! I used to be Rahnzakh back in vanilla/tbc, orc hunter in the cartel. So glad to see you're still around in some form; I haven't checked this site in like a decade. Hope things are going well.

    As classic wow approaches I was thinking about that guild and how fun and unique it was. Some of my favorite WoW memories are from our cross faction events, selling arena chests and bareknuckle fights  back when I was a cringeworthy 14-year old lmao. I found one pic of those days on an old hard drive, in glorious 4:3. https://imgur.com/a/DhM6TVt

    Hope you're doing well. Any plans for Classic? I've been playing on and off on vanilla private servers for the last few years and had a blast with some of my roleplayer friends. If you haven't, you might give one a try for a nostalgia trip.

    Rahnzakh

    P.S. Maybe you don't remember this, but you suggested I read Basic Economics back in the day, and I did. I didn't understand most of the nuance when I was in 8th grade, but maybe you'll be glad to learn you influenced a young, impressionable mind to become a fan of Sowell, lol.

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      Ironskull

      Rahnzahk,

      So good to hear from you!  Thanks for the picture too.  I posted it on a discord with Castellano (orc rogue...did a lot of the tonk battles) and Thalarios (human mage; damn good at PvP).  Thal will be on classic with me; RP-PvP if they have it, if not PvP somewhere.  We're going alliance.  Castellano is resisting so far.

      We should hit up the same server!  It doesn't look like they'll have RP-PvP... so maybe the last alphabetically East Coast PvP  (e.g. if there's a "Z" server)?

      Email me sometime: darwinkilledgod@gmail.com  

      Name is Aaron.

      p.s. That's great about Sowell!  I love that guy.  I wish he had been President.  He's too good for us though.

  22. Hey all, I did a fairly major upgrade to the site this morning. One of things you might want to do is update your bookmarks so they link to https:// instead of http://. The site will auto-redirect you, but it might save you a fraction of a second in loading the site if you change your bookmark. The site should run a bit faster now, and I've got some options for speeding it up more that I might test. The forum software that this site runs on, https://invisioncommunity.com/ is leased for a fee every 6 months. The next renewal day is in late May. The one after that is in November. I will likely be going with a newer, cheaper forum option in November. Why? You might ask? Because Invision forums are like sports cars, and TNG is being used by grandma to drive herself to church and back home once or twice a week. The lease renewal fee is pretty reasonable for a sports car, but more than I want to pay for only a few posts per week level of activity. This isn't a cry for money, by the way. It's just a recognition that, while TN RP isn't completely dead, what RP that is happening has mostly moved to Discord. This isn't a TN specific probably either. I've checked around and where I used to find a few other servers that had something similar, I can't find anything anymore. But Discord servers? They are everywhere. And the truth of the matter is it's a better interactive medium than forums are. But forums are still better for permanence and stability. The purpose of this site was always to preserve the fanfiction of RPers on the Twisting Nether server (and later for Ravenholdt too!). That isn't going away. Things the *might* be going away: the front "news" page, private messages, old discussion posts, leaderboards, clubs, and profile public messages. But November would be the earliest that that would happen. Hey, who knows, maybe they'll merge TN with another RP server and life here will get crazy again and make that sports car lease worthwhile. Let me know if you have any questions or concerns or if you find a bug with the new version of the forum. --Mortica
  23. I said too much, gave away too many truths. There was a lie anchoring it all, though. Nothing wrong with that. I'm honest about who I am. She knows I can't be trusted. What disturbs me about that lie is the whiteness of it. I could rationalize, make my excuses, that I needed the lie for some other blacker, more sensible reason, but the whiteness of the lie is behind the gifts, too. Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with her, but curiously, I don't regret that at all. It might make her kill me in my sleep, but she wouldn't be the first to try, and good luck guessing where I am any given night. I have my freedom. I never relinquished it. That would be a line drawn that I refuse to cross. However, my curiosity to see how the game plays out, intense as it might be, is nowhere near sufficient. She has earned things from me enough. She has earned abridged tales of tables she could turn. She has not earned me. I suppose, if she were determined, she could make the attempt, but better to break her of that hope at the expense of the game, better to make her think I'm something else, better to make her turn away. Better for everyone. Better for the Grim. I've chosen treason. Treason keeps me loyal. I like how that works. I wonder if she'll hide now, or if she'll make good on her threats, vices and silence. Her problem. Not mine. And the rat lives. She thinks she killed her heart. Hilarious. I don't remember telling her that, but it does seem like something I would do. I wonder if I can get her to admit that in front of Syreena, have Syreena add a heart to her ear collection. I should have killed her the moment she showed her face. Instead, I showed her history and gave her hope. Since when am I an agent of hope? There is chaos in it, I suppose. Hopefully it'll direct itself away from me. I'm failing to do rather a lot of things I should do, not enough to blow up in my face yet, but that is a distinct possibility, growing more distinct by the hour. I spoke with the boy's mother. I don't know what I thought would happen. Maybe I thought I could fix an old problem with a new solution. She thinks she was once broken and is now fixed. I think she was once fixed and is now broken. The best thing for her now, and everyone involved in that tale, would be the quick release of death. Yes, even the replacement. The things we do are objectively harmful, and we will just keep doing them, won't we? Because we want to, and we are selfish.
  24. All the feels. Thanks for everything, guys! You were the best, nothing but love!
  25. I've been reading through Amoola's writing since I heard the news. She was a great writer and a good friend and guild mate. May the eternal sun shine upon her.
  26. Julilee dropped into a crouch, thrusting her empty hand toward the larger beast. The force of her will focused the Light into a stunning cascade that fell onto the creature, knocked it off course, and stunned it for valuable seconds. At the same time, her sword came up in a thrust at the smaller beast as it pounced from her other side. It twisted to avoid the blade and Juli tried to lunge in the complementary direction, but one of its paws still struck the back of her shoulder, and she was knocked to the sand. She immediately rolled onto her back, bringing Mercy in between her and her foe, but the animal did not truly respect the blade, perceiving it as an impediment more than anything, and pounced heedlessly. Catching its claws with the sword earned a reprieve barely in name as the thing's sheer weight pinned the weapon across her body, only held away by the width of the blade. The outer edge of Mercy digging into her armor was the least of her concerns as the sabertusk bent down, fangs snapping toward her neck, while leaning further onto its front paws, ready to start ripping and shredding. Death stared her in the face, but she had seen worse. Jagged golden lines burst into illumination down Mercy's hilt, crossguard, and blade, and in one motion Julilee heaved the large beast off her in a feat of strength beyond what even her well-developed athletic abilities could do alone. The beast hissed in pain and the smell of burning filled the air as it backed away, while she rose to her feet again, gripping Mercy with both hands. Light wreathed her weapon and forearms. The crowd was cheering loudly now. While the larger beast had recovered, it similarly backed away with newfound respect for its prey. The two seemed to visibly reconsider. "Shoo," she said to them. "Ya gotta kill 'em, Juli!" Tetsujin yelled down from the bleachers nearest to her. Though he couldn't have heard her, and she hadn't gestured at all, he knew her well enough to know what would make her hesitate. Despite her presence in the arena, she barely had the stomach to participate in any of this to begin with, much less when the beasts didn't even want to fight. At least, when she thought about it, which she couldn't help but do as the beasts stared at her uncertainly. Then the trappings of an ethical quandary were, at least ostensibly, shattered as more rocks began to fall. This time they were aimed at the sabertusks, and a few hit. The smaller one snarled up at the audience and turned to look at Juli again. Its rising aggression chose the only target available, and it lunged across the sands for her again, the larger one right behind. This time she didn't try to dodge; she lunged forward instead, Mercy leaving trailing ribbons of Light as she swung it, two-handed, down at the oncoming beast. It ducked its head as they met so she only scored across its back, but its true strategy quickly became apparent as it tossed its head in the next moment, scooping her up with its tusks and sending her flying. The crowds shrieked. The second beast was there to catch her. It leapt and its jaws closed around her arm, nearly dislocating her shoulder as she landed heavily. But it wasn't her main sword arm, her sword was free, and its neck was exposed. Pulling against its grip to keep it occupied, she brought Mercy across and opened its throat with one clean slice. A river of red joined the spatters on her armor. The thing gurgled, jerked away, and fell. Pain raked down her legs. The smaller beast had pounced her again and its wicked claws, finally put to full use, pierced the metal of her armor like a tin can. Juli gritted her teeth and tried to kick at it unsuccessfully. It seized her leg in its mouth and started dragging her. Juli swung Mercy but it flinched away without relinquishing its grip, and placed a giant paw on her side, ready to try to tear her apart by brute force. It probably had the strength to do so. She didn't want to use any more Light, but she had to. She closed her eyes. A brilliant flash directly beside its head blinded and disconcerted the beast, making it drop her leg and flinch away. Juli opened her eyes and swung Mercy to cut deeply into its front leg. With a snarl it snapped at the blade and achieved a grip on it that almost took it out of Juli's hands, but not quite. Instead she let the beast's strength pull her toward it and help her plant an armored boot in its jaw. There was an audible crack as a tooth snapped, and she jerked Mercy free, then thrust its point into the beast's chest as it reared. She must have found its heart as it collapsed on her immediately. "Juriel! Juriel!" It took some effort to shove the beast's heavy body off and rise to her feet, bleeding, but she did. She closed her eyes again as she listened to the crowd's chanting. She wanted it to feel exciting, glorious, or even at least satisfying to have triumphed once more and be standing under the weight of the crowd's adulation, but instead, it didn't feel like anything. All she could feel was that the reservoir of Light inside of her was lower than before. Tetsujin jumped down to the sounds next to her. She knew it was him without looking. "Good job, Juli," her manager said. He chuckled. "Hope ya ain't too mad at me for the surprise, but I knew ya could handle it." "Yeah," she said, after a moment, opening her eyes again. Her gaze fell on the two downed beasts. Arena organizers were coming to drag the bodies away. "I can handle anything." She turned to walk away, back toward the backstage area. "Hey!" Tetsujin called after her. "Don't sound so happy about it!" "I'm going to go meditate," she replied without turning. "Make sure no one bothers me, please." "Ya and yer meditation," he said without bitterness. She could barely hear him over the crowd as she walked away. "Should celebrate more, what's the point if ya don't enjoy it!" Wasn't that the question. He would be enjoying his portion of the proceeds from today's fight quite thoroughly later tonight. Juli looked down at her red-streaked armor and weapon. If she'd still worn a tabard, it would have been soaked and shredded. With nothing to fight for now, she found herself fighting anyway. "Because I'll never give up," she said, her voice not nearly loud enough to carry back to him over the crowd. He didn't seem to be expecting a response and didn't miss one, busying himself talking to the arena organizers. She left the roaring arena and went to be alone.
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