The issue with logging in with email addresses has been resolved.
Due to issues with external spam filters, QQ is currently unable to send any mail to Microsoft E-mail addresses. This includes any account at live.com, hotmail.com or msn.com.
Signing up to the forum with one of these addresses will result in your verification E-mail never arriving. For best results, please use a different E-mail provider for your QQ address.
For prospective new members, a word of warning: don't use common names like Dennis, Simon, or Kenny if you decide to create an account. Spammers have used them all before you and gotten those names flagged in the anti-spam databases. Your account registration will be rejected because of it.
Since it has happened MULTIPLE times now, I want to be very clear about this. You do not get to abandon an account and create a new one. You do not get to pass an account to someone else and create a new one. If you do so anyway, you will be banned for creating sockpuppets.
Due to the actions of particularly persistent spammers and trolls, we will be banning disposable email addresses from today onward.
The rules regarding NSFW links have been updated. See here for details.
It started with the smell of scorched plum wine.
Elliot followed the sharp, cloying scent around the back of the alchemy pavilions, weaving through a corridor of cracked bricks and shattered bottles until he found the source: a squat building half-swallowed by ivy, its roof sagging like it had...
The herb gardens of Azure Sky Sect stretched across the eastern slope like a patchwork quilt of green and gold, terraced beds carved into the hillside, bordered by moss-covered stones and whispering reeds. Every morning, sunlight crept over the cliff peaks and spilled across the terraces first...
The porridge tasted just as bad as it looked.
Elliot forced it down, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the stone bed. His ribs still ached with every breath, but the pain had dulled. Something inside him now pulsed faintly—warm, steady. It wasn't hunger. It wasn't adrenaline.
It was...
The scent was wrong.
Elliot woke to the pungent stench of wet earth, blood, and something burning—sulfur, maybe. Not the sterile dust of the high school library. Not the faint plastic reek of faded educational posters, or the dry, papery air of century-old texts.
He blinked. The sky above...