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Library of Shit Town Updates Sudbury Sudbury Year 10,012 Month of Calor The blight of Sidisi has now reached Sudbury. Korrig had it easy compared to the total destruction of the magical town once known as Sudbury. Now, a giant mess of nothing, it appears Sidisi will not stop there. Will this terror come to an end? We can only hope. Year 10,012 Month of Ignis The beast master Kragg has come and cleaned out the city on Timothy Slade's orders. However...he had stuck around for a little longer than anticipated. The people of Simul came together and took out the smallest of minions, driving the large troll back out. Now the city is rebuilding and thriving as it once did. Year 10,012 Month of Ceres The city of Sudbury has finally been rebuilt. The good people of the kingdom had come from all over to try and restore the city to its former glory, and nearly succeeding. Almost as if the Lich King Sidisi had never laid his disturbing touch upon the land. Though, his name still rings in the ears of those who lived through the ordeal. 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." OOC Note: Sudbury, as a whole, refused to follow these orders. This lead to the city being marched upon by the Siphon Mages and forced to provide 80% of their stores which were brought to Eleutheria. Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Updates Heading 2 Dry Gulch Nivalis 10th, 10,016 BREAKING NEWS! (Taken from Simul Quarterly ) "It has come to our attention that there was a recent attack on Dry Gulch! Witnesses say that a group of less than a dozen, but more than eight people descended upon the northern ship port of Dry Gulch and attacked a seaman. Not only was the ship burned to ashes, but the dock in which it was parked. Unfortunately, the owner, Warren Thule, was killed in the incident, alongside his wife and four children. It has also been clarified that this group of murderers did so with the use of fire magic. One witness overheard the spells being spoken by one perpetrator, while the rest were, allegedly, standing around and helping fuel the aforementioned attack. It is not clear if local authorities have caught any of the suspects, but the good people of Dry Gulch have been preparing for a witch hunt....This does not sound good, people of Simul. This does not sound good at all. This is your local News Officiant, Lynn, signing off..." 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." OOC Note: Dry Gulch, as a whole, was very obliged to follow these orders. Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category Lux Amare Lux Amare Dates and Time: 2/5-2/8 During the end of winter, there lies a holiday that many find to be the most important. Very few would find this holiday a headache. More often than not, it is revered as one of the best and many even look forward to it. You can read more on Lux Amare HERE found on Bruma the 8th. The end of winter also means many different things. Less snow. Warming weather. Signs that crops may be planted soon. Color returning to the lands of Simul. However, there is one more thing people who are in love look forward to. The annual hunt of the Cor. Cor are quite adorable with a bit of a sad background. Cor are creatures who boast beautiful and soft pink colored fur, large black eyes, and short stubby legs. Weighing no more than five pounds for the first twenty years of their long lives, Cor are often considered immortal. Mostly because their rare adult form is seldom seen. Once they reach maturity, near the second decade of life, Cor will escape their confines, whether the home they have chosen or the area in which they lived in Simul, and go back to their birthing grounds for mating in Tranquillum during the month of Sumo. Once mated, they give birth to one or two offspring during the month of Hiems and shortly after pass away and become a part of the land in Tranquillum. This leaves the offspring without parents and without a clue on the outside world. You can read more about these creatures HERE During Lux Amare, it has become tradition that the citizens of Simul, especially those in love, with hunt down and hopefully bond with one of these small animals. It is said that once bonded, the Cor will become part of your family for its life and bring great success in love and happiness. A good luck charm in the form of something so adorable! It is no wonder the rumored tradition has gone on for centuries. Besides, who doesn't want a gift of something so cuddly? The Event: During the listed dates above, all are allowed to join in this event. You can play as many characters as you wish and there is no post order unless you plan on roleplaying out a scene with other people. Then you must determine your own post order. You must roll a d20 in the bot spam channel. Only once! You must also label this number with the chosen character, otherwise, the roll will not count. If it is edited, it will not count. Whatever number you get is your number. Others may get the same number, but that does not matter. You do not have to have a different number. Just remember your own. Every time you post, which you can do once per hour (60 minutes between posts), and your character comes across a Cor, you must roll again to see if your number comes up. This can be done in the channel of the hunt (Tranquillum). If not, that is not the fuzzy cute for you! Move on and find another, for that one will not bind with your character and will escape if your character tries and take it home. You may only acquire ONE Cor to take home with your character. Again, anyone is allowed to join in this event. Find a partner for it, or go at it alone. Happy Hunting! Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Updates Heading 2 Krampus Rumble Every year, Simul celebrates good fortune by sharing with their fellow man. This year, however, something much darker looms. A creature, of YOUR choosing. Below, you will find two beasts. While those who choose to celebrate and rebuild the great city of Arbrestor, an attack will be immenant. Each will be boss level, of course. We will be having a massive vote on these. You can pick one or the other by reacting appropriately. Team red vs. Team green! The battle will be quite a bit different than before. Mostly for hilarity, we will be using a dice system for success and damage. This is how posts will go: 📌Mega Boss: Bursts in 📌Players: Type up the first part of your post. This will include what attack your character uses. Only one attack per post. Roll a D20. 1-10, hit fail. 11-20, hit connects. Second part of post is following through, whether it hits or not. Make it fun! Or funny. XD Those who connect roll another D20. That is the amount of damage. 📌Mega boss: Describes the damage and dodges. Rolls D20 for attacks. Can attack each person once. For each landed hit, describes in second portion. For each fail, describes as well. Rolls D20 for amount of damage for each player. 📌Players: Repeat Each player will have a base life count of 150. The boss chosen will have a base life count of 700. This is a knock out, not a death thing. Your character will not die unless you say you want them to. ^_^ 📌You will get 2 hours to post after the boss does. If you are part of the battle, you will be pinged. If you do not post within the 2 hours, your character will be disqualified and knocked out. XD Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category Mary's Tavern Mary's Tavern Hiems 22nd, 10,016 Out of fucking nowhere, the tavern got blown to pieces. Nice. Who did it? Lyanna Legend. Why? The bitch is sad because of reasons and was too drunk to say no to her inner demons. Why did no one stop her? Pfffff, there were peeps there. Stacy Carson and Barska, Celestine and Misara and some other person with a gun and then another one who was there muttering 'bitch' but then disappeared. I don't know man, I don't think much could have been done to avoid this. Mary's pretty pissed, as well as the dead guys' family. The tavern DID get rebuilt by Stacy and Barska and Aya, but damn....Can we just not do this again? Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category Tristis Miser Tristis Miser Date and Time: 5-27-22 (Staff Start) til End Have you ever been depressed? Angry? Off the handle, as some would put it? Have you ever wondered why? Searched for an answer despite it feeling so hopeless to do so? Well, how about a surprise like no other? Let's be depressed and angry and anti-social together! If you answered no to any or all of the above, it is really going to suck to be you in about...two more paragraphs. Imagine: You live in Simul. You are minding your own business. The summer months have finally come and life is bursting across the land. Since the Timberholde Incident (tm), things have been relatively quiet. Right? Riiiiiight? Let's change that. One sunny day during the beginning of the warmer season, you are walking around town or exploring or perhaps murdering a group of skeletons, and you feel something reeeeally warm attach to one of your limbs. Peering upon said warmth, you spot a black, fuzzy ball that seems to have not even a mouth. Freaky much? Abso-fucking-lutely . Unfortunately, no matter how much you shake and throw that ass in a circle, this damned thing won't fall off. Worse yet? The closer you examine this little parasite, the more you realize it is in fact...just that. A singular claw, sunken into your flesh/shell/armor or what else have you, burying deep within your muscle/fat (Don't argue). As much as you pull and yank, this damn thing just won't come off! Does it get worse? Of fucking course it does. Because, the longer the little fucker stays stuck to you, the worse you feel. Depression would be easy considering the awful feelings and emotions and outbursts to come. Every day will become hard. Every action you will literally have to force your body to commit. Every word will feel like vomit falling from your lips. Life simply...will become the hardest thing you will ever have to do. There is one question burning on everyone's mind. Can it be cured? Perhaps the answer will bring a tiny little sliver of hope to your mind. Yes. There is a cure. How do you attain such? Within yourself. That's fucking right! YOU will have to find a reason to LIVE. Will you find it before you lose all hope or hurt someone? Or will you succumb to the evil brewing within. How the Event will run: ~On the date, a staff member will type the words "Event Started" in the events channel. ~If you choose to have a character or multiple take part in this awful experience, you will roll 1d100 in the bot spam channel, labeled with what character it is. Edited rolls will not count. Please roll with the name. That is that character's number. ~You are allowed to roll 1d100 every 60 minutes (time needs to be elapsed and roll must be labeled) ~If your character hits the roll, they have found their reason to live and the Anti-Cor AKA Tristis Miser will shrivel and fall off and die. ~There is no end to this event, but you are allowed to keep the parasite if that is something you want for your character. ~There is no post minimum for rolls minus the roll of the damn thing dying. Include the "reason to live" in the post. Come on people, this shit is traumatic. Notes to take: ~Your character's reaction to this "bad vibes" having mofo are totally up to you. Use it to bring the chaos or use it to be a depresso espresso. Whatever you like! ~Once the creature has died, it will shrivel and disappear ~You CAN have a singular character be the victim of more than one of these things at the same time, but each one needs its own number ~If a character has 3 or more of these attached, and manages to defeat 3 or more, please ping staff in the suggest and discuss channel in order to receive your brand new custom role title of "Espresso-ed the Depresso-2022" ~These creatures are about the size of a newborn: 6-9 pounds ~These creatures will latch onto limbs mostly, but will aim for any part of the body Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Category Currency Currency This is a generic concept here. People pay with gold, silver and copper coins. Use your imagination. Super simple and easy, right? Send Conversions: 1 Platinum piece = Roughly 10,000 USD 1 Gold piece = Roughly 100 USD 1 Obsidian piece = Roughly 20 USD 1 Silver piece = Roughly 10 USD 1 Copper piece = Roughly 1 USD 1 Ironwood piece = Roughly .50 USD No Updates Yet Most Recent Update November 14, 2025 Views Back to Top

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Arcanus Aecor Long ago, when Simul was yet to become a kingdom, there was a city hidden in the depths of the ocean. The people, unable to breathe air, stayed in their watery home, hoping to find a way to come to the surface and colonize. Thousands of years passed with no progress until the day of the earth quake. The portal they had been working on for so long sunk into the abyss... Until recently. A new quake of destruction was anything but, leading to the portal the people had completed to resurfaced on the southern coast. Passing through allows the people to breathe air or breathe water, depending on the direction. Arcanus Aecor is home to many water dwelling species and humanoids, so be prepared to witness gills galore! The portal sits on the southern coast, and upon entering, will transport you to a wondrous city many miles out into the ocean. Year Incorporated: 102 Population: Approximately 10,000 Human: 50% Elven: 22% Dwarven: 1% Other: 27% Magically Inclined: Approximately 20% Updates Seawise Down at Seawise, Ervin will serve you with a smile. His specialties are mostly sweets, but he can make a mean prime rib. Nothing is off the menu here with the exception of humanoids. That kind of request will gain you a lifetime ban. Don't be weird. The only one allowed to be weird is Ervin. The restaurant itself is not submerged, allowing for the food to not be soggy. Ore Else Ever seen a dragon swim? Evyt is your classic dragon born, yet, she chooses to live inside of the water city. With daily doses of their underwater potions, she has yet to leave the city since migrating. With special skills and a little magic, she is the only blacksmith within Arcanus Aecor. She can smelt just about any melee weapon one can think of and even imbue it with an element of fire. The Boiling Sea Toward the center of the city, you will find the best spot for rest and relaxation. Well...and booze too. Even the owner, Kai, likes to partake. Being a water sprite in a human sized body has made him forget that alcohol is not friendly to his kind. As long as you can get him off the counter, you will be served some of the best drinks of your life. The Hungry Duck Looking for some amazing seafood cuts? Or even just regular farm meats? Drake has you covered! A family friendly merman who knows his food. From salmon to juicy beef, you can find just the right meat for your dish. Codex The largest library in the city is run by one particular elf. One will never see him outside of his books upon books, but can easily find him with a nose deep into a romantic novel. Vatroca is a curious boy, but a shut in none the less. He welcomes all, old and young, to view his precious collection. Though his largest section has to do with the romances, he has also collected many other types of books. Just gotta look to see if he has what you need! No, the library is not full of water. The building itself is enchanted to protect the books! The Torpedough Yet another shop inside of Arcanus Aecor that is enchanted to be without water. The Torpedough offers the most delicious of baked goods in the city. The owner Flower loves sweet things in particular. Her specialty: A sweet roll filled with whipped cream and topped with sliced strawberries. Spellunking The largest potion shop inside of the water barren city is named Spellunking. A play on words and a tell of the owner, Lucia. She is extremely helpful and can help you find that special potion or salve needed for your travels! Menu Here Dr. Jael Come down to Doctor Jael to heal your greatest ailments! A water spirit given a human body, Jael has always been one for the healing practices. After gaining his human like body, he built himself a lovely home where he offers many healing ways. Magical, potions, elixers and even some massages for those rough patches.

Library of Shit Town Updates Dun'lorn Dun'lorn Year 10,013 month of Dissilio Dwarves in general are not easy to shake. Especially the dwarves of Dun'Lorn. However, when the world around them began to quake, the hearty people of the inner mountain city started to worry. It wasn't until cracks formed in the ceiling of their home did they begin to panic. The tree didn't take long to fully form, invading the hidden city with gusto. Though, not a single person would hear the citizens of Dun'Lorn complain after it was done and over. With a ceiling be held together with roots and a massive Tree of Life hovering above the large cave entrance, the dwarves are more than happy to welcome their new protector. Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top

Library of Shit Town Updates Oak Silva Oak Silva Year 10,013 month of Dissilio Near the northern parts of the city, there was a complain train started. What most thought was a large beast trampling around just outside of Oak Silva turned into full blown earthquakes. A few homes were cracked and fell from their treetops, but fortunately, no one was seriously injured. Silence befell the area for a few days before the eruption of the massive Tree of Life shook the citizens of the nature bound city. Though they were shaken, it was quick for them to realize what a gift they had been bestowed. Send Send Send Send No Updates Yet Most Recent Update None yet Views Back to Top