Shadows of Isildur: Laketown RPI

Rishte is the death of SoI. She is rude and abrasive in every interaction, except for 1 or 2 of pets. She takes it IC enough that she will animate NPCs who are rude and hostile to my PCs even though my PC has never meet the multiple NPCs she's done this with.

Nimrod made the announcement that Rishte has been relieved from staff.

I take this as an overall positive, as 1. Nimrod is going to be much more active (which is a good thing) and 2. it relieves a lot of the former/current playerbases concerns regarding Rishte.

In regards to my comment about posting a log, I'm a bit hesitant at the moment only because I've been really enjoying myself the past few weeks on SoI, and I don't want to cause any issues. If I get a go ahead, will post, as I think everyone should see the high-quality animations and scenes being played out right now (in the orkish sphere.)

As mentioned previously, I rarely have the foresight to log anything, however, I did manage to pull through and capture this one after missing a couple other good ones.

Backstory: I had just gotten an echo in which a tremor passed through the orkish Mountain and walked into the clan's main area to see what's up.

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Vadok Ushtarak Assembly Hall
Exits: north east south west (closed heavy-door) up
(closed thick-door) down inside southwest (closed stout-door)

The once white light marble walls of this ancient tunnel system are now
barely visible beneath layers of grime and dirt, the presence of which has been
accelerated by the amount of traffic that regularly gathers and passes through.
While relatively spacious in its originally carved form, this ancient room is
now significantly cluttered with the refuse of its inhabitants, discarded
tools, ancient masonry, rodent nests, and now defunct mine carts. Along the
walls one may still espy the shallow runes, carved long ago by the chisels
which made this place. To the west of the room, a wooden dais sits upon a thin
shelf of rock and overlooks the entire area, an enclosed sparring ring set
directly below. In the center of the room a gaping ominous hole is present,
the walls jagged and caked with dried blood. Carved into the unpolished marble
a steep stairwell has been carved, leading toward a thick door above.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A set of chiseled white marble shelves hangs from the wall.
There are several furnishings here.
Some bloodstains are in the area.
A rounded white marble bin is shoved here, heaped with "Kits".
A rough, creamy gold bin is here, dumped with "Weapons".
A rough, yellowish-tan bin stinks, filled with "Rotten Stuff".
A rough, creamy gold bin is rotted, piled with "Leather Stuff".
A rough, pale pinkish-brown bin is picked over, holding remnants of
"Armor".
A natural-hued nettlecloth sack is crammed with "Arrows".
A large, five-gallon jug is here, sloshing with liquid.
A crude wooden ladder reaches up from the pit.
A large natural-hued crabapple box sits here.
A grey-skinned, green-eyed orc carries word here.
A large, five-gallon jug is here, sloshing with liquid.
A large, stone jar filled with rotgut has been left here.
A brawny, lantern-jawed orc watches the door.

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A male orc grunts, protecting his head with a grimy hand as he
plods along.

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You ask,
"Eh, any youse louts know wot that was, yeah?"

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A male orc sneers, eyeballing roundabout orcs suspiciously.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc says, shrugging,
"Skai... dah ground shakeded."

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You scowl.

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You say, accusing and jabbing a finger around,
"One'a youse pissed off dah mountain."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc asks, snarling, looking to a male
orc and then at those around him,
"Yoos t'inks? Sha... who pissed off d' mountain!?"

A brawny, lantern-jawed orc stomps around, threatening the lesser orcs,
including you.

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You say, jerking a thumb at a grey-skinned, green-eyed orc,
"Prolleh da jabbermouth with all his yappin'."

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This orc is large, built like a bear - powerful muscle plastered over a
thick frame. Patches of hair dot his scalp, though cross-cut scars prevent
most hair growth. His features are blunted and feral, with deep crimson eyes,
a squashed nose, and a wide, square jaw. His lower jaw protrudes a good deal
further than his upper, and tusks jut up from it - two worn-but-still-sharp
teeth.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty about it.

A brawny, lantern-jawed orc appears to be in excellent condition.

<carried in right hand> a blackened iron key

<worn on the ears> a pair of small bone studs
<worn at neck> a dirty necklace of teeth
<worn on body> a ragged patchwork tunic
<worn on legs> a ragged patchwork loincloth

A grey-skinned, green-eyed orc says, in Orkish, swearing loudly, "Skai! It
wan't me, yoo's tark lovah!"

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You snort.

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You say, brandishing a fist, eyeballing a grey-skinned, green-eyed orc,
"Skai, I ought'a punch youse face into mush, snaga.."

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You growl at a brawny, lantern-jawed orc.

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You tell a brawny, lantern-jawed orc,
"Youse too, door snagha. Find out what dah mountain mad at.."

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You say, scowling at both a brawny, lantern-jawed orc and a grey-skinned, green-eyed orc,
"Both o' yah. Finds it out, quick like.."


Sneering, a grey-skinned, green-eyed orc snorts at you, "Skai... yoos
ain'ts can spats we does dat, snaga!"

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Puffing his chest, a male orc declares defiantly, "Sha! I just
spat that I can, scumswallop! So there, eat dug!"

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc chuckles gaily, wiping a hand across his nose
gruffly and then he spits at a grey-skinned, green-eyed orc.

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A male orc gestures rudely at a grey-skinned, green-eyed
orc.

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You tell a brawny, lantern-jawed orc,
"Sha, what you spatted again? Bork? Snork? ..Tork. Yeah. Knew a snaga
named Tork once...youse uglier than 'em."

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You tell a brawny, lantern-jawed orc,
"Youse find out why did mountain all mad, and I make youse
somethin'..somethin' good, yeah."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc asks you, interested now,
"Sha... what good come outs a tark like yoos?"

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You tell a brawny, lantern-jawed orc, jabbing a finger at a brawny, lantern-jawed orc's garments,
"Stuff a heap better than youse raggedy dug..that's what."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc tells you, nodding heavily, licking his lips,
"Yuh... Aight. I c'n finds dat out den."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc kneels upon the floor and begins wailing
loudly, waving his arms about. He looks skywards and then bends his face to
the ground, kissing the rock. All the while he wails inarticulately.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc turns his head, placing his ear upon the
ground, listening intently.

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A male orc peers suspiciously at a brawny, lantern-jawed orc,
picking at his nose, before cocking an ear and listening in himself.

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You ask, impatiently,
"What it spattin'?"

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc exclaims, sharply to another orc that begins
laughing,
"Skai! Shut yer fuckin' hole!"

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc emphatically tells you, spitting,
"Skai! Shut yer fuckin' food hole, snaga!"

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You growl.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc continues to listen at the ground, eyes closing
with concentration. He whispers quietly to himself.

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A male orc elbows another orc sharply in the ribs, as a few others
jostle for best spectating position.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc emphatically tells you, eye popping open
suddenly, warning him,
"Sha... keep yer gob shut!"

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A male orc glares wide, but is silent, nonetheless.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc asks, peering down at the ground now, bowing
forward, placing his hands upon the dirt,
"Oh big mountain! Big fuckin' mountain! Is yer dere!?"

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The ground trembles lightly underfoot, sending the entire cavern in to
silence, all orcs looking on wide-eyed, unbelieving.

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A male orc shirks a bit, jaw dropping in stupid disbelief.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc exclaims, grinning widely,
"I knowed it!"

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A male orc seems about to say something, but then just scowls,
watching a brawny, lantern-jawed orc.

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc exclaims, speaking at the ground, waving back
and forth,
"Oh big fuckin' mountain! What is yer problem!? Whoos is yoos mads at?!"

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You thought: dis bad joojoo. Skai. I should'a never spatted at dis arse scraper.

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Yrkin press in, looking on with great intent. Nothing happens as they
collectively hold their breath.

A brawny, lantern-jawed orc asks, bending an ear closer to the ground,
"Wassat!? It dat orc?"

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc asks, pointing at a smallish orc amid the
group,
"Dat un!?"

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc tells you, pointing out a small, sickly looking
orc,
"D' mountain mad at -dat- snaga."

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You exclaim, roaring out in reaction, pushing the nearest orc in the direction of the small victim,
"Get dah lil scummy maggot!"

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc bends his head, as though listening to the
ground. He speaks quietly, looking to you with a sneer, "An' d' mountain says dat yoos
best makes me dem t'ings -quick- like."

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The press of orcs in the room turn at your shout and they mob after the
smaller, sickly looking orc with violent intent.

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"Yuh." spats a male orc back at a brawny, lantern-jawed
orc, as orkin mob relentlessly against the victim.

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Howls of pain rack the chamber as the small orc is corner and a brutal beating begins.

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A male orc dusts his hands together, satisfied. "tha takes care of that. Skaii."

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The mob rolls over the screaming orc, poking and stabbing him with knives.
They kick at him and soon subdue him. They continue the onslaught and
eventually back off, revealing a dead mangled orc on the ground.

The bulk of the orcs scream and yell, celebrating in victory, some making quick work of
the sickly orc's belongings.

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You say, spectating the sight with a cruel grin, arms folding over his chest,
"Mountain better be pleased now, Tork..dat snaga best not be just some rutskull who youse owe some shine."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc says, nodding at a male orc,
sneering at him and pointing a gnarled finger at his chest,
"D' mountain only git mad a'gin if yoos don't delivers what yoos
promised, snaga... den -yoos- be d' one d' mob goes aftah."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc grins evilly at you, a smirk widening his
lips, eyes glinting with mischief.

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You thought: Skah! Dis snagha think's he gunna get muh under his thumb!

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You tell a brawny, lantern-jawed orc, with a scowl, as he responds sneeringly,
"Youse get yer dug, yeah.. but der any shakin', youse get dah
gut for puttin' dug lies in dah mountain mouth."

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A brawny, lantern-jawed orc laughs.

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You sit at a rounded limestone table.

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A male orc plunks down at a rounded limestone table.

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You rest your tired bones.

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A male orc looks over, as the cadaver is finally picked near naked
and has already attracted the attention of rats.

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You exclaim,
"Eh, someone shoost some dem rats! I'm hungreh!"

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A male orc curses foully in Orkish, lolling at the table.

What's this?!?! A MUD staffing team culling toxic administrators and taking effort to open communication with their playerbase!?!? Take note, world.

Saw some old administrators online too.

I'll leave it to them to announce anything.

Things have taking a turn for the better almost immediately.

Obviously, there's a bit of interest generated with Rishte's departure and Nimrod's apology (in which he does take on a lot more of the blame than is deserved IMO).

The key will now be player retention and introducing activities, which are really hand in hand. I am really optimistic for SoI, as the bit of play/plot introduced I've experienced is definitely up my alley and reminiscent of "SoI of old".

I think Nimrod's extended the olive branch, manned up, taken the big step and admitted/accepted faults that probably he didn't even cause. That's to be respected, as it's all too easy for folks of all sort to just keep on walking the wrong path instead of backtracking to the right turn.

It's up to the players, former and new, to help communicate and develop the vision for SoI's future constructively with staff. Im personally confident that the SoI's future is on the up and up, and highly suggest that people reach out to Nim and co., or roll up a pc, to get involved.