Rings of Honor

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Oooooo, visual aids. xD But seriously. The sectioning off of the Lobby from the other OOC channels only makes sense, to me, as a viable option if we were also to implement the role-react system to the server. Because then, deselecting the Lobby role would take that section of the channel list away. ...

Like's been mentioned, I'm not positive I understand the emjoi's suggestion. I'd like to though, so would love if that can be elaborated on. For the lobby - if you mute it, the channel doesn't light up anymore to show that there are new messages. I'm also not clear what the difference is in separat...

Item 1 is still a little confusing. That looks like multiple things? a. something about bots (we've presently only got one) b. something about turning off OOC (which people can already do by muting the channel and turning off notifications, so we're not sure what the ask is) c. something about emoj...

Hello there! I just read through Eden's post about suggestions on the boards and I wanted to take a moment to compile the ones I've made into a single thing for review. Hopefully I'll get them all. 1) Increase in bot use. I think we've grown enough, member-wise, since we started for there to be a co...

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Reading through what's been said so far, I've found that my views not only match up with most of what's already been stated, but that they've already been stated much better than I could have done: How many people show up here for Rhydin and end up leaving because there’s no Red Dragon Inn? Familiar...

Following Shae's reassurance that it would not be pathetic to wear roughly the same thing to this event that he'd worn to the last one with a Summer theme, the pair arrive together by his own vehicle. The warm air the Governor has ensured for, hopefully, the duration of the evening is very welcome a...

Epilogue [/u] Can you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I've been waiting for you to come rescue me I need you to hold all of the sadness I cannot live with inside of me Sia -- I'm in Here The last dregs of adrenaline burned out of his system minutes ago, leaving him exhausted but with a ...

Days later… [/i] Gulping with a dry throat, he headed toward Lazarus and who they all knew was under that sheet. Abruptly, the abandoned mill was filled with screams. Salome's unintelligible hysterics mingled with Zane's barks of rebuke. He heard his name shrieked from a broken voice, but he did no...

I am unsure which extreme I prefer. Awakening to the home I'd known for seven years as if nothing was wrong in the world, allowed twenty precious minutes to spend with her in any way that I want. Until all Hell decides to break loose. Or…opening my eyes to find myself already holding her battered c...

Moments felt like minutes. Minutes, hours. Hours… They left him alone. His head hurt too much to understand anything they were murmuring about. Salome paced and Faith followed after her. Lazarus leaned up against the wall near a window missing its glass, his thick arms folded. Zane watched him. A ha...

Abruptly, the abandoned mill was filled with screams. Salome's unintelligible hysterics mingled with Zane's barks of rebuke. He heard his name shrieked from a broken voice, but he did not turn. Though he wanted to, he found. He wanted so badly to take his eyes from the white sheet, the pair of feet ...

"He still hasn't woken up yet?" "You want I should bite him, see if that gets him up?" "Faith. Ew." "Whaaat? He might taste good." "He's Nephilim. They all taste like God's piss." "Oh how would you know, Zane?" "CRIS?!" He came a...

It begins before the sun rises, when the threat of dawn is nothing but a purple bruise on the eastern horizon. The snap of bone, like the sound of a crushed egg breaks the silence of the room where two figures sleep. Some time later, a blue-white rune flashes into existence on the inside of Cris's l...

"Cris! CRIS!!" The desperate plea came through on a wave of pain, splitting his brain in two. He smelled smoke and blood, the air crackled with invisible power like the second before a lightning strike. He heard dragging, sand on wood, and felt the slap of a palm on his face. "Cris, w...