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Library of Shit Category Wingston Wingston Messis 2, 10,017 Read more in BREAKING NEWS Laughter and merriment could be heard throughout the kingdom as the farmers were once again celebrating another good harvest. Food and drink flowed freely as the unsuspecting people of Simul were watched from the shadows. Hooded figures lurked just outside of anyone's sight, their eyes set on one target; the very food the farmers were celebrating . Not just what they had harvested already, but all of their fields. Every piece of wheat, bean, or ear of corn was doomed. The robed figures kept watch just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. They waited until almost everyone had gone to sleep. Those that remained in the fields or the barns were too drunk to notice anything. Even if they had been sober, they would not be able to stop what was about to happen. Once the robed figures felt it was time to move, they did . Flames roared to life around them to burn every last plant to cinders. Nothing was spared. Nothing. Anything and everything that stood in their way burned with the precious crops. Enough food for dozens of families turned to ash before anyone realized what was going on. The smell of smoke and the sound of roaring flames pulled everyone from their beds. Horror and panic hit everyone who witnessed it. Men, women and children all did what they could to put out the flames...though, their efforts were in vain. The heat from the fires evaporated the water before it could even reach the flames. Screams for water...screams for help. Many could even be heard calling out to the mages they had shunned. Asking... no, begging for help. Those that could have helped cowered behind their locked doors, fearful of what could happen if they rendered aide. Great numbers of magical and non-human beings fled from their homes as registrations became more common, alongside the growing racism against them, leaving the human communities more vulnerable than they had ever dreamed. This was not an isolated incident; farms across the kingdom were burned. Dry Gulch, SkyHaven, Subury, Wingston, Timberholde, Ferax Villum, and even Concordia were hit alongside multiple other villages and farming areas. It was almost the same story at every farm that was burning: Those that could have helped refused. A small few cities managed to save food. Their mages were quick to respond and quell as many of the fires as they could. However, even with their quick actions, much of their food was destroyed. What could be salvaged was inventoried and stored in the safest places people could find. Alongside the massive loss to the winter food supply, hundreds of people and livestock were also slain. The countless lives and resources that were lost in the night left all that witnessed the horrors of it choking on the smoke and ash of their dreams . What witnesses hoped was a sick nightmare was revealed to be anything but. The nightmare was real and no one knew what to do. Cries of sorrow and a strange letter filled the air. The letter was simply written on paper bearing the Guardian's seal; “We of the CONGREGATION will not be silent. If the King won't hear our cries, we will make him. We will starve him out if we have to, along with anyone else who would follow his laws.” The news of all the fires across the kingdom had the streets of Eleutheria humming with hectic whispers or outright blame against magic users. Conspiracy theories about what happened spread like wildfire; The letters from the “CONGREGATION”, and the Guardians had everyone terrified. They were all looking to Ferren for answers. No word came for hours, confirming for the people that what happened was far worse than before. Eventually, Ferren emerged from the castle to stand on the highest balcony of the capitol. His normally charismatic voice was filled with sadness as it echoed through the heart of Simul. Even his appearance suggested he had not slept. His clothes were a rumbled mess and his hair was far from tamed. Redness surrounded his eyes from intense crying. “It is with a heavy heart that I address you all in such a manner. I am sure you have all heard the news by now. Our kingdom…has suffered a tremendous loss. The crops that normally sustain us through the long winter have been destroyed. Burned to a crisp alongside the brave men and women who tried to stop the inferno. Their sacrifice ensured that everyone could gather and defeat our oldest of foes. The cause of the fires is still unknown but we believe it to be a series of horrible accidents. I would love nothing more than to believe that, but with witnesses coming forward, it has been apparent that the attacks were perpetrated by magic users. The best people we have are looking to find the cause of what caused this tragedy…” Ferren's voice cracked as more mist threatened to fall from his eyes, the acting king haphazardly wiped away the tears that never fell as he tried to compose himself. He kept his face hidden for a few minutes in silence before he moved his hands to speak again. “We can move on from this tragedy as one but I need the help of every Simulian. We do not have enough food for the winter. As of today, all food is to be brought here to Eleutheria so it can be rationed out appropriately. All are welcome to come and get your daily meals. Those of you traveling great distances will be allowed to get enough for a few days. Every month, we will be shipping out ration bundles to each city and community to sustain. All magical beings wanting their rations are required to provide their registrations. This is to keep us all safe and uphold peace of mind. We have also decided to place a special barrier around the capitol to help further protect the food we will all need to survive. It kills me to have to do this to you all. Rationing will leave us all hungry as we try our best to make it through these trying times. I encourage everyone to do what they can to provide for their families. If you have extra, please give it to those that need it more than you. Hunters, share your bounties as you get them. Farmers that have lost their crops should reach out to us. We can provide seed to hopefully grow something before the cold seasons hit. We will make it through and come out better for it. May the Gods bless us and help usher us through the trials they felt, we as a people, needed to endure.” "If you have any questions relating to the recent events, any citizen of Simul is welcome to write to me directly. You may also tag Malum Distantia via Simul Social. Please Simul, love thy neighbor as they were your own family. We will succeed." 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Library of Shit Stuff and Things Chaos Corners Chaos Corners Overview: Chaos Corners are a special branch of channels placed in an adult category meant for the more dark aspects of roleplay. There are very few rules to follow in this section as it caters to the very deep, dark and taboo area of our minds. Please read through this short list before taking the role. 📌You MUST be 18+ to view and use these channels 📌Please follow our rule list 📌Gore, odd Kinks, and anything questionable are welcome in these channels except the below mentioned: 📌Pedophilia 📌Beastiality 📌Scat and Urination 📌Snuff 📌All questions pertaining to Chaos Corner must be asked in DMs to one of the staff or through a ping in the CC/NSFW Discussion channel 📌No screen shots of these sections should be shared with ANYONE. This is the internet, people. Use common sense. If one needs to be taken for staff, that is fine. 📌If something makes you uncomfortable, remove the role. 📌If you think it belongs in Chaos Corner, feel free to ask. Be safe rather than sorry. We have minors, folks. Use your brain. 📌NSFW content is allowed in these channels. 📌Follow all of Discord's TOS and Guidelines. Should any of these rules be violated, you will be warned or banned, depending on severity. This is left to Staff discretion. We are not responsible for your butt-hurted-ness. We are very strict on sticking to Guidelines and TOS, which leaves a lot open for us to roleplay out to our hearts' content. If it makes you uncomfortable, please remove the role. Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category The Scattered The Scattered Every village marked by this symbol is a village that is not big enough to be added as a webpage and remain unnamed. They have no significance to lore. The population will always be under 50 people. None will have a backstory, but can be used as a characters' home town. None will have their own significant lore. You can roleplay in the travel channels in one of these places if you so choose. The small villages can have taverns, pubs, lodges, farms, and small shops of insignificance. Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category Hunter's Moon Hunter's Moon Read More Here Nivalis 1st 11/5-11/9 Every year during the Festival of the Hunter's Moon, the people of Simul send forth their best and most skilled hunters to the closest mountains or forests in order to hunt for the rest of the land. The ones who participate are often very happy to do so. Especially with the thought of bragging rights and the chance at a weapon only given to the best. Each participant must travel to Eleutheria in order to be given a large bag of holding that is specially made to store beasts as large as a fully grown Fire Dragon ( Just suck it up in there somehow) and a week's worth of rations. All participants are guaranteed a sum of five gold pieces just for participation. They are also told to pack heavy and warm. It's cold out there! Should they win, they will be summoned, via a portal, back tot he capitol city in order to claim their prize which is always personally handed to them by a member of the royal family. An announcement, revealing the winner replaces the posters in any given spot. So, smile wide and be proud! Rules: 📌You can have as many characters as you wish partake 📌There is no post minimum 📌You can roll once every 60 minutes (60 Minutes between) 📌Your character(s) can only be in one place at once. The places for hunts are: 📌Pulchra Viridi 📌Southern Forest 📌Red Mountains 📌Lake Chester (Eleutheria) 📌Lake Torra 📌Alderman Mountains 📌Sterilis 📌Yearning Mire Post SetUp: 📌Post (If you want) 📌Roll 1d20 - Add total after to keep track 📌Post (If you want) Monsters and Beasts you may catch if you roll: 📌1 to 4= Small Catch (Rodent, Small Bird, Small Fish, ETC) = 1 Point 📌5 to 9= Meal Sized Catch (Birds, Fish, Anything Smaller than a boar, ETC) = 2 Points 📌10 to 14= Moderate Catch (Boars, Cows, Stags, Anything comparable in size, ETC) = 3 Points 📌15 to 19= Large Catch (Elk, Small Dragons, ETC) = 4 Points 📌20 = (Full Sized Dragons, Whales, ETC) = 5 Points Please keep track of your points! The one who has the most at the end will win the following prizes. Side Note: You are absolutely allowed to get creative with the types of beasts your character catches. Send The 2025 Winner Will Receive: 📌The Custom Role Title of "Heroic Hunter". This title will pass on to the next winner 📌The Ring and Lantern combo Weapon Named: Share The Burden 📌 Both the ring and the lantern are indestructible. 📌 The wearer of the ring can summon the lantern at will to the same hand the ring is adorned. This takes less than two seconds. The lantern can also be dismissed in the same amount of time. 📌 When lit, which takes a second, the lantern is activated, which activates its ability. 📌 Up to two different people (Other than the ring wearer) can be selected by the ring wearer. They do not have to be in eyesight. Once the (up to) two targets have been chosen, the ring wearer can choose to "Share the Burden". Should anyone of the three be injured, the ring wearer can decide to split the damage amongst them all, including themselves. They can also decide how much damage each person receives. For example: Person 2 is stabbed in the thigh. Person 1 (Ring Wearer) chooses that Person 2 should have all of the damage. Person 3 now has that stab wound and Person 2 is fine. OR: Same instance, Person 1 decides to share the burden across all of them, making the wound smaller for each person. 📌 This can be used infinite amounts of times (Given the Ring Wearer does not perish) 📌 The Ring Wearer may transfer up to ONE (Per Combat Scene) injury to their own person to another (Or Two) 📌 All injuries, illnesses, diseases, curses, and hexes are included (Please ask if you don't know if something qualifies! This may be subject to staff/OOC Perms) This explanation is subject to slight changes. All changes will be signified with a ping to Events Winner: Lyanna Legend Send The 2024 Winner Will Receive: 📌The Custom Role Title of "Heroic Hunter". This title will pass on to the next winner 📌The FireArm Weapon Named: Tempestas 📌Unbreakable 📌Soulbound (Only the Owner can use the magical properties. Others can use the bullets) 📌Un-Jam-Able 📌Holds unlimited bullets (.45 Caliber) 📌Can shoot two bullets per turn, one turn between to turn the cylinder 📌Shoots Elemental Magic Bullets alongside Regular Bullets or alone 📌Magical Bullets come from the much smaller barrel below main barrel 📌There are 30 Magical Bullets that can be fired before three turn reset/recharge 📌The user decides, by thought, what type of element is shot from the small barrel 📌Fire 📌Water/Ice 📌Electricity 📌Holy/White 📌Shadow/Dark 📌Stone/Earth 📌Each Magical Bullet does elemental damage, but paired with bullets, causes that type too. The magical damage is 'curse' like, meaning, it can spread over an area (6 inches/ 152.4mm). Will cause some blunt damage. This Year's Winner: Unclaimed Send 2023 Winner Will Recieve: 📌The Custom Role Title will be transferred to them for the following year 📌A Bow by the name of Pharus Bow plus quiver created by a local blacksmith in Eluetheria and gifted to them by King Alfred at the end of the event 📌Is unbreakable 📌Is Soulbound (Only the owner can utilize it's ability) 📌Arrows shot by Pharus are seeking, meaning they will hit the target in a 1.6 kilometer range (One mile approx). (OC targets get to choose where it hits on their character) 📌Once a target is hit, a light beacon only seen by the Pharus holder emits a light until target comes back into view for easy tracking 📌Should the target be deceased, upon arrival, Pharus transforms into a simple blade and completely butchers and packages the meat for easy packing and clean up. This includes magical paper wrapping. 📌Auto-Hit is good for once per target per day (IC and OOC) 📌 A heft sum of Twenty Gold Pieces 📌Bragging rights (Obviously) Feel free to take image and customize it for your own use on your character's profile. This Year's Winner: @Spook 's Suirin Second Place Winner Will Recieve: 📌A Bow by the name of Feather Fax plus quiver created by a local blacksmith in Eluetheria and gifted to them by King Alfred at the end of the event 📌Is unbreakable 📌Is Soulbound (Only the owner can utilize it's ability) 📌Once a target is hit, a light beacon only seen by the Feather holder emits a light until target comes back into view for easy tracking 📌A hefty sum of ten Gold Pieces Second Place Winner: @Muse 's Stacy Send The 2022 Winner Will Receive: 📌The Custom Role Title will be transferred to them for the following year 📌A Scythe by the name of Sanitatem created by a local blacksmith in Eluetheria and gifted to them by King Alfred 📌Is unbreakable 📌Is Soulbound (Only the owner can utilize it's ability) 📌Can be used to instantly heal three moderate wounds, even during combat (Up to limb reattachment). When healing is used, the lace attached to the pole will disappear for 24 hours. 📌Bragging rights (Obviously) Feel free to take image and customize it for your own use on your character's profile. (Image Credit) Event winner: @Bio's Character Evan Send The 2021 Winner Will Receive: 📌 The Custom Role Title of "Heroic Hunter". This title will pass on to the next winner 📌 A Pendant of Tracking. This pendant: 📌 Is Unbreakable 📌 Is Soulbound (Only the person who won it can use it) 📌 Is able to track anyone or anything within a 500 mile radius (As long as it traveled by ground) for up to a week after. This Years' Winner: No longer in server No Updates Yet Most Recent Update November 5, 2025 Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Lore Stuff Just a Little History Just a Little History Just some.... light reading. Enjoy! Send The Divide - To Come Send Chapter 9 - Timothy Reminds...10,014 A long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far, far, holy shit that is far, far, far, when the fuck are we getting there, far way, there was a world not unlike our modern day Earth. On this Earth, was a country named North America. In that country, there was a state named Michigan. And in that state, there was a city named Detroit. Detroit used to be a city much like any of the other larger cities American had to offer. Over time, it became...not so pleasant. And with even more time given, Detroit was voted to be the country's first prison city. Walls were erected and guards were placed throughout in order to watch over the prisoners that were forced to spend their lives rotting away. Types of offenders who were placed in such a city were violent, morbid, and horrid. Since the America that was inside of this far away realm decided (For some fucking reason), that violent offenders should no longer be put to death, they chose a city that was already sort of fucked to be the new prison. Yay. Within the city walls, there were a little over 30 thousand prisoners who lived their lives the best they could. Murder was an every day occurrence, and theft was a way of survival. Some of the prisoners were blessed with magical abilities, and those few would use their abilities to either survive...or kill. Some didn't see a difference in the options. Every now and again, generous philanthropists would donate the less fortunate city items for entertainment and medical supplies for a more comfortable life, but these items often were used for less than noble purposes. Overall, Detroit was a cesspool. One that Timothy Slade no longer wanted staining the country he had set his eyes on for more recruitment... The weather was nice. Yes, let's talk about the weather. It was sunny. There was only a slight breeze that cooled one off had they no tolerance of heat. The spring had come and warmed the Earth. Such a beautiful day for a beautifully morbid mass murder. Today was the day, and Detroit was about to wiped from existence. Not before the land who also needed a lesson learned had the opportunity to learn said lesson. A land by the name of Simul (That means you fuckers). No one knows how the people of America reacted to watching their prison city literally detach from the country and float off into the air before disappearing, but it had to be just as horrifying as the reaction that the people of Simul had to seeing the city comparable in size to Timberholde floating barely a mile above the central city itself....And that's when the fight started. Edited: The drop of a nearly modern day Detroit on top of Timberholde rocked the entire continent. From Arbrestor to the southern forest, people from all over Simul would recall the thunderous explosion with great detail. From the moment it happened, people came. Either to witness or to help. Unfortunately, with such a massive assault...it looked rather grim. This did not stop the heroes of Simul from doing what they could do to save as many people as they could. This...This was no easy task. For days, those who could, did do what they could to search rubble, flip doors and cars and trees and walls, and put themselves in danger to save whoever was still alive from such an unnatural disaster. Despite all of their best efforts...out of the over sixty thousand people targeted by the man himself...less than two thousand were saved that week. Simul, in its constant glory and coexisting nature, has come together since and helped to rebuild Timberholde. Though there are not many who live there, they hope that travel from neighboring countries and kingdoms will help to repopulate the once massive city of Timberholde. Those who have survived have come to know what happened as the "Timberholde Incident" and stories of the harrowing people who saved those who survived...alongside the stories of the man who did this to Simul have echoed through the ears of Simul's citizens ever since. Send Chapter 8 - The Uncovering of History 10,012 The land shook with a vengeance. People all over the kingdom could feel it below their feet. What started out as a passing rumor that the tremors were caused by the dwarves quickly turned into something else. Something...worrisome. The small quakes turned into something much larger, affecting nearly every home and trail Simul had to offer. The fates deemed it unnecessary to destroy anything...minus the ground cracking open in a couple of locations. Curious wanderers and treasure hunters alike began their search for the cause. As soon as their feet lead them to the southern coast region, the quakes stopped. Strange...Yet, not as strange as what was to be discovered. Two different portals; One near the ocean and one near Dry Gulch. Both different in so many ways, but both coming from the same natural disaster. Where did they come from? Where did they lead? A few brave souls entered these portals, only to be transported to 'new' cities with 'new people'. Turns out, thousands of years prior, a large earth shudder much like the one that just happened had trapped these civilizations where they had been, leaving them in the dark for generations. Now, with the hope of having newfound brothers and sisters, both cities have opened their homes to the rest of Simul. Send Chapter 7 - The Undead Reign and End 10.012 Like most things, nothing lasts forever. Not even the good. The soldier was known as Cillus and had a plan: Take Simul for his own people. Isn't that how it normally starts? Impending war due to greedy others? Of course . Never the less, what the skeletal warriors didn't realize was that Simul had it's own dimming darkness. A hell of a kick off of chaos, a random army of undead overtook Korrig, destroying and enslaving all that they could. Once on the move, they then attempted to talk Astu Aether, a new city that had come to Simul for safe haven, into becoming their ally with promises of glory and more money then they knew what to do with. The leader of the floating city promptly decline with the mention of war. Sudbury was not so lucky. The city of magic soon fell victim to the next random attack. By this point, The King was becoming desperate, doing what he could to gather as many allies as possible. Calling upon the Dwarves of Dun'Lorn and the man who held a castle in the northern lands, Silver Drafaylum, Alfred Fortescue asked for the impossible; Help to take out the invading forces. This lead to a treaty between the snow elves and Guardians, the Dwarves, and the King's Army. The long empty lands of Concordia was soon settle into once again and he meeting alone helped the Dwarves realize that not everyone outside of their mountain was evil... Oddly enough, the noise above attracted the attention of one man that the land had tried, for hundreds of years, to forget about. Timothy Slade. He came silently to the city of Korrig, wiping out what was left, including the innocent enslaved. His Master of Beasts soon did the same in Sudbury. The people rose though, taking on the small trolls and rogue 'soldiers' and taking back what little was left of the city. Timothy and his minions disappeared shortly after, but not before word of mouth could tell the tales of his epic and oddly helpful return. They spoke of the demon woman at Timothy's side. And they spoke, even more than the former, of the old man himself. Though the people were scared, the Royal Family has offered aide and rebuilding efforts to both cities, as well as fortification efforts for Ferax Villum. If there is to be another attack, Simul will be ready. Send Chapter 6 - The War of The Brothers and Saving Simul 9401-10,001 In all families, drama exists. The Royal Family was no exception to this common occurrence. There had been some....'stepping out' on the King's part. Luckily for him, it was before he could wed the next Queen, leaving only speculation. The King had kept the details to himself, if only long enough for him to produce a proper heir to the throne. The 'proper' child's name was Jayden, meaning "Heard by God". Little did his parents know at the time of his birth, the Gods would not hear him the moment he had cognitive thought. Not only did the child have problems from the time he could walk, if his first word was any indication to what was to come, they would have been far more weary of him. Jayden was a trickster, constantly getting into things he should not have been in, and escaping the castle walls in order to tease and mess with the other children. He was high and mighty, and he did not care who knew it. Danger was not a word in Jayden's dictionary. At the age of ten, he had already hospitalized one child, and scarred the rest of the small group of his 'friends' for life. It was said that Jayden had beheaded a dog as a taunting measure and shock factor before suddenly attacking one of the other children, savagely, with a stone. Once the child was an inch within his life, Jayden had been pulled off of him by the small cohort of children and the people who had witnessed the atrocious act whispered the tales of the haunting smile that painted his face. Unfortunately for the royal family, this was not the only incident in a long line of unfortunate events. Unlike most of the Kings and Queens before, Marlin and Olivia Fortesque did not make it to their golden years. A strange illness came over the entirety of the Royal Family, leading to the untimely death of the married couple, leaving their only son to take the throne at the age of seventeen. The official cause of the mysterious deaths in such an isolated and strange way never came to light, however, when Jayden took the throne days after his parents' deaths, he accused the Royal Chef of poisoning the family. No one could rightly question his accusations, and thus, the innocent chef was beheaded in the morning following the crowning of the new King. With his newfound power in politics, Jayden Fortesque would lead nearly twenty years of horror for the people of Simul. The moment he took the throne, the people could feel it. Little did they know how awful the next two decades would change the face of their beautiful kingdom. What had been a peaceful land would quickly turn into a poor, disease ridden cesspool. Jayden was quick to increase taxes beyond what nobles could pay, leaving the working classes to hope their families to eat every day. Those who did not lost their homes, land, liberty to see clinics and healers, and soon, their lives. Once you owed too much, your life was the only thing you had left to repay the debt with. Decrease in population lead to less and less people able to perform jobs, keep up the harvest, and eventually, it appeared that the downfall of once a lovely place would be upon them. Soon enough, this morbid news would travel far and wide enough....that Jeffry, Jayden's father's first son, who had been living in Arbrestor, would feel the heat of it. Something had to be done. Knowing his own roots, Jeffry began formulating his plan. He would take the throne back, and he would need help to do it. For the next few years, the eldest son to the late King collected his army of friends. It began with the people of Arbrestor who had watched the boy become a man. Little convincing and the people were prepared for war. Next were the cities of Concordia and Gao Shan. Jeffry knew better than to ask the Dwarves, as they had lived a silent life. So, he let them be and continued his expedition toward the south. Spreading his good word and promises of peace once more and recruiting able bodies left and right, masses upon masses came to the aide of the impending King. The people knew he would be a better leader than the tyrant that sat upon a throne he did not deserve. The war lasted for a single year; 9405. One would not think that such a one sided view would need so long to win. One would also be very, very wrong. Jayden held many followers. Not only those who found his tyrannical hand to be admirable, but there were also those that were forced to fight his war. After a long, bloody and ultimately successful win, Jeffry took the throne and freed those who still stayed within Eleutheria and those who had been once ripped from their homes. The castle itself needed to be rebuilt, many lives were lost, but in the end, good prevailed. Simul would never be the same. Though, this is not necessarily a bad thing. The history books teach of strife, but also the overcoming of said troubles. Now it is up to the people who call Simul home to keep it safe. Send Chapter 5 - Peace Sells 5323-9400 For thousands of years, many more cities were forged, families were formed, the land was tilled, times were good. For the first time since Simul was molded into a kingdom, there was undisturbed peace across the land. Unbeknownst to the masses of Simul, there had been growing an underground of pure evil intent. This demonic presence did not show itself for many many generations. Not until the mid 8000's. He began as a myth, a bedtime story told to disobedient children, a warning to the night. A mad man hellbent on destroying the kingdom. From one rumor to another, none of the stories really matched up. What was one to expect when this 'mad man' had never been seen? What could they expect when all there were were the stories whispered from one mouth into the waiting ear of another? The only thing these tales had in common; The name Timothy Slade. A name that most slowly began to avoid uttering. When the royal family themselves began to be secretive about such a person, and hushed tones echoed through the castle halls, as well as avoidance of saying his name in public...that was when the people knew something was wrong. The stories continued to unfold. Rumors of who this man was, what he looked like, and perhaps where he could be hiding. What he was doing was never a question, especially when some of the "constructs" began to go rogue, exposing themselves on the world at large. Some of them would come in the night, stealing the breath of their victims before disappearing with them in tow. Some, on the other hand, would seek out their own families, coming for respite and to be saved. To this day, some of these 'abominations' are still hidden from the sun. As their families have kept them in cages, hoping for a cure one day. This phenomena is quite rare, and even more seldom spoken of. The people continued to try and live their lives to the fullest. Putting the rumors and stories on the back burner, secretly wishing and praying that the problem would leave on its own. Much to their delight, it seemed to have worked. Eventually, the name Timothy was seldom heard, giving the people back the calm their minds so desperately worked hard for. Send Chapter 4 - Mutual Agreements 5301-5322 So many hundreds of years of peace just had to be interrupted, didn't it? No kingdom is perfect, especially ones with such slow development akin to Simul. With the "forced" acceptance of coexisting among the people, Simul would soon face yet another disagreement. Luckily for the citizens, it wouldn't be nearly as traumatic as it had been in the not so far past. What started as a low rumble that no one could pinpoint quickly became an earth shattering quake. Well...kind of. No one had experienced the land shaking in Simul since the first humans had landed, giving them false security in thinking the land was free of extreme weather or the like. Unfortunately for them, the mountains to the north had yet to be explored, let alone named. It was soon discovered that the waves of quake were coming from them. What followed in the days after was nothing less than surprising. A small explosion of quakes lead to what some referred to as the "Sea of Red". Wave after wave of ginger haired dwarves came barreling down the mountains, weapons in hand, shouting at the tops of their lungs. Now, it was said that there was a single chuckle that rang through, but to this day, no one would admit that the sight of thousands of small bearded men made them break face. Never the less, this fueled the small statured men to come ven further down the mountains, hurling weapons and demanding the 'new comers' to leave the land they had made their home. Just as things were starting to look like an all out war, the humanoids did what they had been trying to not only preach, but to practice; offer peace. This was an odd gesture for the dwarves, as they had always been in Simul, 'from the beginning of time', as some would claim. Living amongst strangers? Letting the unknown traverse their lands? All of the mysterious future seemed rather...scary. This did not stop the dwarves from giving in and contemplating such a peaceful end to their fear. It took less than a year for the red headed, bulky race to give their decision; The humans could stay. This did not come without stipulations of course. The dwarves asked for their home to be left alone. They were not prepared to have their city beneath the Aldermans infiltrated by strangers and drifters. They also demanded that the mountains stay undisturbed by new construction. This was good enough for the humans, giving the dwarves their peace and quiet. And thus, Dun'Lorn became a staple name in the Simulian's homes. Over the centuries, the dwarven city has been known to open its doors more often, even giving a holiday once per year to welcome all. Most Dun'Lorn dwarves tend to stay within its walls for their entire lives, but don't be surprised to meet a rogue wandering the lands of Simul. Send Chapter 3 - The Age of Settlements 1201-5300 A slow progression of acceptance and coexisting lead to thousands of years of building, new villages and cities and trails carved. With so many new people throughout Simul, many more homes needed to be built, and thus, the current King and his family agreed to let the people have free reign over the land. With a lack of government owned land, Simulians found it much easier to build and pursue individual happiness. This lead to peace among the majority...mostly. There were many differences between people. From the way they looked, to the magics, or lack thereof that they performed, and even from the homes they built. These things did not seem to affect how people treated one another. As segregation wore thin, it left a hole that was slowly filled with love and acceptance. Citizens did what they thought was best for themselves and their families, and this alone helped the premise of coexisting blossom. As word began spread to the other lands in the world, Simul started to see an even larger influx of new settlers. Unfortunately, peace often attracts the less savory. With how many people around the world and beyond had heard of Simul and its amazing soil, there should have been no surprise at yet a different type of influx. It was only a matter of time that the ugliness of existence would rear, and rear it did. In the year 3022, the first large battle began. Fighting tooth and nail to keep their lands safe, Simulians won. However, it was not the last battle they would wage. For hundreds of years during the kingdom's formidable time, wave after wave of those who wanted to take the land for itself battered the shores. Little did the outsiders know, they were helping to shape Simul's peoples' view even more on their morals. As strangers took arms together, it strengthened the people as a whole. Those who wished wrong never had a chance... Simul eventually began new stories that would travel to the other lands. A reputation. A legend. Those who entered Simul either found a home, or perished trying to take advantage of it. As the times calmed, the people came together once more to rebuild and continue to strive for everything good. Send Chapter 2 - Why Here? 1001-1200 As the years went on, questions began to arise once more. There was one particular question that stuck in the minds of the many: Why was the population growing so exponentially? Most of the original stories of other masses on the planet had been shared, yet, there were so many different types of souls traversing the land of Simul in particular. Many more than what could have traveled there easily. Why? How? Where did they come from? It would take a couple generations of much studying and questioning before the truth was finally revealed from none other than the mouths of the newcomers. ------------------------------------------------- Simul; a land of magics and monsters, much different than other lands that the world held. Magic was fluent in many places, yes, but not quite like it had been in Simul. Such powerful beings had been introduced, using their different magics to do many different things that the original citizens had never seen. As time went on, more and more, the magical beings held their supernatural abilities from the general populous while the people who had been there all along pretended they had never seen it. Even though the magic wielders did what they could do hide their true nature....it was a bit too late. As much as the people tried and tried, the tension nearly came to a head. Luckily for most, this caused them to question rather than quarrel. After many many years and generations had passed, the answers most sought for the conglomeration of people in one land mass were found. Piece by piece, it all fit together. Simul was not only a beautiful, fertile and prosperous land, but it was a 'hub'. What made it such a noun? That was a question that, to this day, has still yet to be answered. Eventually, people settled into the notion that something caused 'lost souls' to end up being a part of the kingdom, for better or worse. So, people did as they always had done, and learned to coexist to the best of their abilities. This is not to say that there was not an underbelly. Because...let's face it; People are only 'human'. Send Chapter 1 -- The Beginning Years 0-1000 There are always beginnings to stories. Simul's starts over ten thousand years ago. It has been said by the majority to recent days, that the land is much older than that. No one knows the whole truth, but speculation leads most to believe the Gods created life. Of course. Who else would have, right? From the greens to the blues to the yellows and purples and reds, the soil of Simul was filled with many beautiful things. Flora, fauna, humanoids... The first 'intelligent' species to walk upon the lands were humans. Plain, magicless, and primitive. Soon after landing on the massive rock, it was given the name of Simul, a name that meant "coexist" to the natives. With mass amounts of land to discover, families separated, homes were built, and communities started to form. The first of many great cities was Timberholde. Toward the center of the continent, the first family known as the Trimbles, started the creation of the large community. A slow beginning with hardships and good times alike, the raising of Timberholde proved to be fruitful. After nearly one hundred years, the city had grown from a population of twenty one to over five thousand. With word spreading of the beautiful architecture and homes to spare, all walks of life made the decision to seek the scene; A fully functional city that had already made its mark as the trade center of the kingdom. Meanwhile, north of the massive city, the newly forming city of Eleutheria had just gotten its foothold. Construction was slow and daunting as the city planned on being in the center of an island. Without much in terms of hands, productivity nearly came to a stop in the early years. Once Timberholde had come to fruition, news traveled much easier about the grand city being built. All over the continent, cities began to rise, most of which can still be seen in current day. The first humans soon after made their stands in Ferax Villum, Sudbury and Skyhaven. The others soon followed.....but there was much more. Buildings, homes and all colors of establishments began to form, almost magically, overnight. Rumors spread, fingers pointed, witchcraft! Nearly two hundred years into the beginnings of Simul, magic introduced itself into the fold. However, it was not welcomed as many of our readers would like to believe. It was new, frightening, and unknown. It would take decades for people to become comfortable and accept this new addition to life. What started as fear did slowly melt into curiosity and teaching one another how to use such things. Magic schools formed in the biggest of cities at the time. It wasn't enough. People wanted to learn more. With limited knowledge and the wonder on how it came to be in the first place, people began to explore even more of the land. Reaching places in the mountains and desert where only the brave had the courage to reach, some returned with stories of peril or riches while others did not return. Most thought the worst of the lost souls. Yet, more cities began to form, and word traveled of these new and exciting places, families were reunited generations later. Soon, stories circulated, filling in the gaps of so many questions. One in particular family, dubbed The Legends, was not only new, but looked different than most of the humans roaming around the newly forming Simul. No one could figured out where they were from, only that they had appeared one day without so much as a hello. With stark white hair and perfect peach skin, piercing baby blues and tall forms, most thought them to be aliens. 'People from the stars.' Their magic was strong and nearly invisible. Non-violent in demeanor, they soon constructed their own city near the now named Aldermen Mountains. With constructs similar to the elves, some began to rumor that the people living there were half breeds of elves and humans. That story was soon dashed when they held no other symbolism to the beauty that was the elvish. Soon enough, the name Concordia became a household name. If one had an ailment, Concordia was the place to go for all kinds of healing. They also had a massive school to teach certain types of elemental magics. Their teachings are still prevalent in the schools today. Even more notable cities rose, one of which being Wish Well. In good terms and within a days travel of Concordia, the two cities became sisters. Trading goods and services, the two giants still kept a professional distance due to the heavy rumors of the perfect Concordians. Never the less, the people of Concordia were happy to have an ally in the trying times. Over the years, even though the stories and curiosity faded, there were still people who refused to go anywhere near the northern lands. This did not stop the duo cities from thriving and becoming forces of trade and travel. Nearly six hundred years into Simul's history, most cities that still stand had come to be. Though the country was still growing, Simul was nearly complete in the eyes of those who were born and raised on the land. At least, that is what the people thought. Eleutheria had finally placed the last brick upon its surface, and it was finally time for the people of the kingdom to come together for the election of the leader of the land. Unfortunately, this was far easier said than done. With the vast land mass and miles between people, coming to a decision did not happen for quite some time. It was a hellish first ten years. With so many different humanoids now roaming the lands, none of them had the same views or thoughts. Some wanted a base religion to follow and rule while others wanted things to just continue as they were. The progress that had been made in encompassing all walks of life slowly started to decay. The populous could not come to any sort of agreement. That is, until one brave soul came forward with a plan. His name was Herald Fortescue. Coming from a family who originally began construction on Eleutheria itself, he had a good foot in the door for the attention he was seeking. His words held hope and organization of the people who all resided inside of Simul. His vision? Simple. Peace and thriving among everyone. Now, most thought these words were too hard to believe. Living in peace? Always? No difference between classes? Crime that was punished reasonably? Land that could be claimed without riches? Education that could be acquired regardless of standing? Oh, how the people wanted what he promised. And thus, he was elected as the King, while his coming generations would rule the land for all of their time. No Updates Yet Most Recent Update November 13, 2025 Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category Arcanus Aecor Arcanus Aecor Year 954 Month of Frigus A large earthquake shook the lands. Unfortunately for the private people living inside of Arcanus Aecor, the portal they had spent generations building was destroyed. Though, they did not seem to mind. Not having a lot of traffic from the land dwellers, the people really had no inclination to rebuild until over a thousand years later. They never finished their work due to the buried part of the portal being on the topside. Send Bruma 20th, 10,018 Read the entirety in Simul Quarterly "Portals to the 'outside' cities will be cut off from the mainland, effective immediately. Due to the lack of cooperation from Arcanus Aecor, Occultatem Terra, and Astu Aether, the capitol has decided, for the moment, that it is best to shut the portals down. Any and all rations that are needed for survival will be transported by the King's Guard once per month until each city can contain itself or they comply. This also stands for the islands of Curet Insula. Since the obliteration of the bridge that connected both lands, it has been decided to keep the severance until further notice." Send Year 10,012 Month of Ceres An unexpected quake has lead to the uncovering of a portal located near the Southern coast. Low and behold! It worked! Cautiously, some of the land dwellers made their way inside only to discover the long hidden people of Arcanus Aecor. Though private, they were very welcoming. Now a part of Simul, the portals have been fully repaired. No Updates Yet Most Recent Update November 14, 2025 Views Back to Top

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Library of Shit Town Updates Arbrestor Arbrestor Year 10,010 Month of Ver A plague has drained most of the life from our town of Arbrestor....and it is not pretty.... It starts with blisters all over their body, that itch intensely. Then it goes onto a feeling drained, their skin starts to go black, decaying. With high fevers and brown mucus coming from their nose, mouth and eyes. They start to hallucinate, and gain paranoia of the world trying to kill them... so in turn they turn murderous, and savage. As the decay spreads, they begin to slow down, and weaken. Paranoia grows stronger as they begin their final stages of the plague. Many beg to be killed at this point, as flesh begins to fall off their bones, and breathing becomes labored. Immense pain focuses around their head and spinal area as bones themselves start to disintegrate. A few days later, with patches of flesh hanging off of barely there bones and tendons, they die. Unless you have a death wish, stay away from Arbrestor. We pray for you.... Send Year 10,017 Month of Dissilio Taken from BREAKING NEWS Panic on the northern coast this morning, dear Simul. News coming out of Arbrestor is haunting. According to authorities, during the early morning hours, before sunrise, a group of ten or more assailants descended upon the docks that provide great resource to our kingdom. What seemed to be a fair amount of tourists quickly turned into a horrific display of fire and acid type magics. Some witnesses that survived reported seeing a line of people taking steps in tandem toward the docks, aiming for where the most ships were housed before eruptions of flames and some sort of caustic mist. From what I could decipher from the reports given, these people appeared to be magics of some sort, robed in cloth that is eerily close to the description of the other attacks of late. Unfortunately, there are not description of the faces, only the numbers and the robes. As of this afternoon, it has been reported that there are 56 injured, 13 dead and over 40 still missing. The King, Alfred Fortescue, has put out a statement: "Dear Citizens Of Simul, The news of yet another tragedy in our kingdom brings me more than just sadness. As your king, it is my job to make sure you are all safe, sound, and healthy. I am doing my best to make sure these things stay true til the end of my time and another takes my place. I am sending aide in the form of money, food, and people to every area that has been affected. We are organizing forces to also aide in security in our most vulnerable cities and towns. If you have been affected by hardship, please reach out to the incoming forces and you will be helped in any way we can. Please, stay safe Simul. We WILL overcome this. We WILL defeat this evil." This is Flynn, signing off. Send Year 10,012 Month of Bruma After months of hard work, Arbrestor was restored to its former glory. Beautiful as it had been before, the people that now call the city home are proud to call it such. Send Year 10,011 Month of Nivalis Well...that happened. Arbrestor has been completely wiped clean. And by clean, I mean that it is rumored a soldier from Timothy's infected army has come through and slaughtered the last living souls that were trying to rebuild. Now, Arbrestor is a completely empty city, waiting to be rebuilt. The King swiftly found out about the act, and after sending soldiers to make sure it was safe, sent out a notice to the people of Simul. In Fortescue fashion, a home and land was offered to anyone who came to rebuild. No Updates Yet Most Recent Update November 14, 2025 Views Back to Top