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The Condemned RP 

[NA][RP][PVE][Controlled/Optional PVP][18+]

The Condemned RP is an immersive private server community catering to mature, TEXT-based role-players. Controlled PVP, story-telling, events, and fun without the problems brought on by official servers. We hope to some day grow into a strong community with our own lore-rich world filled with amazing stories and characters.

 While we do allow for controlled PVP on our server, please keep in mind that we screen all players to ensure that they are quality writers and experienced role-players, we also have strict rules regarding PVP, so there's no reason to fear losing your base - unless of course, you've provoked a war upon yourself.

The current official lore, while intriguing, leaves a lot to be desired. We hope to fill in the gaps, creating our own unique story and lore - in line with the official story. The greatest thing about a sandbox is the ability to customize and make the world truly our own, whether through our combined storycraft - or via mods.

Our current server settings allows for fast progression, and quick building - so that while we believe that high end equipment and ships should take time and have worth, we also want to expedite the process of getting a character created and established so that RP can take place as fast as possible. 

* X 5 Gathering

* X 5 Taming

* X 10 EXP Gain

* X 10 Spoiling Time Duration (Things last so much longer!)

* Faster Imprinting Breeding (Though the feature itself isn't that complete.)

* Max level tame leveling for both creatures and ships.

* Higher Weight & Fortitude per level point.

*Player Damage & Resistance Increased! (No longer are you a weakling, but not a God either, feels much better!)

* Crew NPC Damage & Resistance Increased (They are now capable soldiers, when equipped with gear are now a threat.)

* Certain Creatures Damage & Resistance Increased (Making them no longer fodder for alphas, while not as strong as an alpha, they can at least now put up a fight.)


Modlist:
All of Peachy's RP Decor Mods

All of Eco's Mods

BitBit & SmugKitties Clothing Mod

Custom Stack & Weight Mod (Things are waaaay lighter, and 5k stacks)

All Skills & Dances unlocked (Our custom mod!)

Wooden & Stone Medium Gates

Hopefully, I've caught your interest. Though I understand that this ad leaves much to be desired, it is currently what I have at the moment. If you'd like to have a look or ask me some questions, please stop by our Discord @ https://discord.gg/hr5sKn4 or DM @ NorseKorean#3251.

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Updated Modlist and server settings.

Edited by NorseKorean

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Great group if people I have been RP’ing with for awhile in different games. If you join up, you are sure to get quality RP and have a great time. They are always pushing progress and maxxing out the story to include everyone and stay exciting. 10/10 would play here. 

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This is the only server i play on...great group of people..the roleplay is on point and thats where this server shines ......10/10 would recommend.

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Excellent server-wide backstory, and factions to get players eager to participate. Friendly and active admins, I am loving it so far!

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Name: Nikeadora “foreboding of the emperor” Devon 
Age: 26
Background: 

The hatchlings scuttle their way across the early morning sand. So preoccupied in their task, oblivious to the world around them. It is a foolish choice for a sea turtle, to expose yourselves to all the hazards, all for one single minded purpose. A purpose, only few of you will come to realize. 

Nikeadora could, should she will it, pluck their very existence from them. And why shouldn’t she? Hope is a fickle dream, should not such an endangered species be wiped finally from the face of the earth, for but sheer ignorance alone? Here they scurry, awkwardly, in the presence of the alpha predator and yet they act upon their focus in the exact same way. Even the shark stay amongst the coral until they are able to thrive, become the terror of the deep, yet they start in hiding, biding their time. And these frail things, a complete disregard for their survival. Complete idiots... 

Yet as she sits there, stomach growling and revolting at the same time with hunger versus the very idea of fighting famine with these bite sized morsels; she hears. Hears nothing. No birds flock to the scene as they normally would, no mammals or amphibians lining the shores, making the most of the buffet at their disposal. The very notion of it all hits her, resurfacing the memory of the capsize wave that sent her lieutenant to his watery grave. 

These small creatures, so new to the world, and yet they are more attune than even she. Attune in her alpha presence that has struck reserve in the common beasts that would normally scour the shoreline, keeping them at bay and to her own ignorance, facilitating the survival of these creatures. How acute the metaphor strikes her, her very life. The similarities in all the differences, theming ironically in ignorance. Well... her past life.


Fighting off the headache and the thirst, second only to the lingering pain marring the meat of her palms. The scarring, flamed red from the salt of the ocean, crusting marks she has been branded with. The cruel joke of her captors. She wished she could have had the last laugh, as their ship went under, as her and her first surfaced from the brig amongst the chaos. But in the aftermath, she couldn’t bring herself to find anything but a bitter tasting humour in it all. 

For years she fought for the emperor. Her small, nimble ship, providing tactical support and scouting. Disappearing in the dawn and resurfacing from even the most improbable circumstances. There were many who would have revelled to see her turned traitor, there were rumours enough across the ports. And in this moment, the marks, so taboo in a world where your condemnation would sooner see you strung up than marked. Still, these would assure she was not entertained amongst those she had served so long, so true heartedly. Would see her only acceptance among the very filth and scum she could not bear to breathe the same air. 

She should sooner meet their taunts and end her own life. Shamed in life, rejected in death. To be killed by one side or the other undoubtedly. Unable to survive in solitude, hopeless. 

Unless perhaps you are the sea turtle... When your survival starts today, and to triumph means to outlive and out thrive all around you.

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