If you go for moderator 1, moderator 2... make sure the number is assigned in order of when they get involved in a case (at least from the user's perspective). We've been on a forum where moderators were suddenly forced to make "mod accounts" to be "invisible" but the cover wasn't even functional. Everyone recognized the different mods after just a couple of posts. Its not invisible without some real cover.
Besides, having names visible might help weed out potential bad mods.
The rest of the ideas are plain lovely.
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Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, My Chains are Broken. The Force Shall Free Me.
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Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, My Chains are Broken. The Force Shall Free Me.
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"Never was, never will be."
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We find that our favorite damage type is collateral.
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We do not corrupt mortals. We teach them enlightened self-interest.
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Peace is a lie. There is only passion (for cookies).
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Friends? Thoraniel doesn't like having friends. Friends can betray her when she doesn't expect it. Enemies are more reliable to her.
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Thoraniel Nee-Theranaziel Tormodsdóttir looked in on the town from the edges of the trees. She did not like towns. Too many people. Not enough cover for her. But she had no choice. She had to go in. She unrolled her cloak, throwing it over her small pack, raising the deep hood over her head, drawing the cloak close. The moment she passed through the town gate, a simple construct of wooden planks and beams, it started to rain. That helped her cover, was all she thought about it. Rain had never harmed anyone. Never would.
She kept her face hidden, searching for the inn she had been told to come to. She didn't like inns. They reminded her too much of home. She did not like those thoughts. She hated home. The gallows waiting for her back home fueled that hate. Kept it fresh. When she came to a corner, she saw that there was a message of some sort posted on the wall. "Lovely..." she murmured. "A wanted poster." Looking about, she saw that she was alone right then and there. She rapidly drew her dagger, cut the hide down, then pulled out the iron nails that had held it in, leaving no trace. She rolled the hide up, then stuffed it into her pack. It would not do for anyone to recognize her.
After some five minutes more search, she found the inn, a seedy place with a sign of worn wood, painted with a strange, gray blot. She couldn't read the text below it, but it had to be right. Only reason she'd recognized the wanted poster is that another had shown one to her before, and she recognized the sketch of her face in the middle. That same guy, a fellow brigand, had also taught her to read her own name. Thoraniel wasn't sure she wanted to know how to read more than that.
Keeping her hood up, she entered the inn, searching for Thaddeus, eventually seeing him sitting at a table with another she did not recognize. She did not like strangers. Too risky. Might give her up. Nonetheless, she had to. There was no need to like it, though.
She kept her face hidden, searching for the inn she had been told to come to. She didn't like inns. They reminded her too much of home. She did not like those thoughts. She hated home. The gallows waiting for her back home fueled that hate. Kept it fresh. When she came to a corner, she saw that there was a message of some sort posted on the wall. "Lovely..." she murmured. "A wanted poster." Looking about, she saw that she was alone right then and there. She rapidly drew her dagger, cut the hide down, then pulled out the iron nails that had held it in, leaving no trace. She rolled the hide up, then stuffed it into her pack. It would not do for anyone to recognize her.
After some five minutes more search, she found the inn, a seedy place with a sign of worn wood, painted with a strange, gray blot. She couldn't read the text below it, but it had to be right. Only reason she'd recognized the wanted poster is that another had shown one to her before, and she recognized the sketch of her face in the middle. That same guy, a fellow brigand, had also taught her to read her own name. Thoraniel wasn't sure she wanted to know how to read more than that.
Keeping her hood up, she entered the inn, searching for Thaddeus, eventually seeing him sitting at a table with another she did not recognize. She did not like strangers. Too risky. Might give her up. Nonetheless, she had to. There was no need to like it, though.
Yes, the subscription system is at last operational.
Kentsukan, looking forward to seeing your character finished. we see great promise in it once those three points have been dealt with.
Kentsukan, looking forward to seeing your character finished. we see great promise in it once those three points have been dealt with.
Sure. it'd be interesting.
We've drawn some of our characters in the past, but we kinda lost heart for a while after we lost our renderer. Our sig is the last one we made that we deemed "finished". There's about 40 images of that one in the sig.
These days, when we do draw, its often on paper and is maps.
We've drawn some of our characters in the past, but we kinda lost heart for a while after we lost our renderer. Our sig is the last one we made that we deemed "finished". There's about 40 images of that one in the sig.
These days, when we do draw, its often on paper and is maps.
Yes, crazy does describe us.
Thoraniel ain't the smartest girl out there, but she knows this much:
Nobody argues after her classic knife-through-chest statement.
Thoraniel ain't the smartest girl out there, but she knows this much:
Nobody argues after her classic knife-through-chest statement.
no, not exactly a fireside topic, no.
Rather few elves so far...
Any thoughts about relations between eleves and dwarves? Are they allies like old eras of middle earth, or more antagonistic like in the modern eras there? or perhaps they outright hate each other?
Rather few elves so far...
Any thoughts about relations between eleves and dwarves? Are they allies like old eras of middle earth, or more antagonistic like in the modern eras there? or perhaps they outright hate each other?
we tagged it up for a few topics we want to keep track of, simply to make them more visible in the topic sections.
you'll probably have to dig it out of her, though. She's not going to say out loud that she's been raped countless times.
Both are good systems. it'll be nice and relaxing to have an RP without the same strict requirements as we've got in aftermath.
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