Silver State of Haelun'or
Ivory towers issue their bold challenge to the heavens and dignified marble statues remind you of those who came before. In the gleaming silver city, the millennium-long legacy of the mali'thill continues unimpeded, the heralds of progress and health stoically continuing their duties as self-proclaimed shepherds of the world.
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I own a musket for hovel defense, since that's what the coal mining union intended. Four ruffians /breakdown into my home. "What the iblees?" As I grab my powdered wig and providencian rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first descendant, he's sent to the monks on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because of a low /roll and nail the neighbors pet automaton. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel scaring off their horses. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the legion medics to arrive since ten minutes passed, thereby combat locking us.
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Aaah... Just as the CMU intended.
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someone make and approve one gun mart, put it in an alts inventory and never log in ever again.
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