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Yes, yes, splendid. I like Saka's suggestions very much, BetterSleeping, Graves, and TreeAssist were all in my own server and I can attest to their goodness.

Mods I'm iffy on. Obviously, I think whatever the majority of people wish to play on is what should go, and I personally love all the mods suggested so far. My only concern is that it won't be as accessible to people. It's a small complaint though, and i definitely like the idea of mods. Oxygen was very good.

If any help is needed at all in server moderation/administration, I volunteer, as I have previous experience in Minecraft servers.

All in all, very excited about this prospect, good job Saka on suggesting every plugin I was gonna suggest!

Banner leapt from the dusty floorboards, pouncing upon the guard in front of them. They engage their enemy on their own terms, grabbing a chair leg and beating him with it as they fight on the floor.

They feel two more hands drag them off of the oppressive scum before them as they hurl venomous insults at him. "Uniformed bastard!". There's an air of confusion as the guard pleads his case, "What are you on about?! I'm no guard you crazy drunk."

Banner raises an eyebrow, "Bull. I've seen those uniforms before, hell, I've killed countless men for wearing those uniforms. Nobody can steal them, those barracks are more secure than any palace. Only the most skilled adventurer can steal from the Coxarif Guards," they proudly dust off their blood red guard uniform, obviously stolen, I'm curious, what fanciful tale did you concoct to try to fool the grand Saint Banner." They bow deeply as they say their name, and with a wink they add, "At your service."

Anton grins at the state of this character before him. Saint Banner, a notorious terrorist and bandit, introducing themselves like a noble. "Well, sit down, I think you'll enjoy this one"

[Freedom]

The tension was palpable on the streets of Coxarif
"Saint" Banner hardly noticed the tension they caused as they strolled leisurely through Westbridge. They loved the sounds of hard workers, loved to hear the people. It reminded them of what they were liberating.

They made sure not to stray too close to any vendors, their presence might not be good for business. They assumed the thick wrap of bandages over their lower face would help, but alas, even their uniform, stolen from a nearby garrison, dyed a blood red, seemed to conjure images of "violence", "chaos", "civil unrest". They preferred the word Freedom.

"Quare day for it." Banner jumped a little. Stuck in your head again. They turned to face the old man speaking with them. "innit?" He pressed further. "Aye. I'm dying for a drink, you wouldn't know a good spot?" They were taken aback by how casual he was. "Ah sure there'd be nothing else to be doing. Black Bow's is fierce cheap, gets you there. They won't care who you are, so long as you pay your tab. By the looks of it, you'd appreciate that." Banner chuckled, "Grand so. I'll be talking to you." Banner bade goodbye to the kind stranger, confused

Maybe they're warming up to me. I certainly noticed the distinct lack of stones being thrown
They  came upon a band of musicians, buskers. Banner loved the sounds of the accordions and flutes, of the old songs.
"♫ ... and that's the cruel reason, I left aul Skibbereen.. ♫"
Great. That'd be stuck in their head all day.
Finally, they came upon the Black Bow. Brushing past a traveler clutching some old parchment, Banner stepped inside, a quiet bar. A lone patron at the window, reading. On second thoughts, judging by the drink beside them, they were either no patron or a very good one.

Suddenly, Banner froze. A guard? Here?! Ballix! THeir hand curled around the small knife on their belt, carefully avoiding the table, frenzied with excited whispers, closely watching the pickpocket and staring down the guard.

Not today, not here. Don't try me.

ah, languages, who doesn't love them?
personally Irish and Russian are my favourites, although I doubt you could find two languages less alike. I've been wanting to have a look at Scots, it never fails to make me smile