Baconthief 682 Share Posted November 6, 2013 People of malinor, we in this age, face the gravest of tragedies. The lands which we had loved and called home now have began to rott from within, the pestilence of the hellspawn shaping our home. Know that we have not given up hope on our home, as the mali have endured much, this is merely another event that we will overcome. This city of tents is only to suffice for a short period time, given our home is not restored. I ask that those who desire to dwell in this camp, take up an axe or hoe and begin to shape and form something greater than a city of tents. I, prince Khel Oussana, will purchase any lumber(preferably of a darker-shade of bark) that any would offer. If our city truly cannot be saved, those that aid, will undoubtedly receive a home first. Your name will be written down, along with a numerical account of the amount you've provided to the princedom -Prince Khel Oussana [hr[ 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted November 6, 2013 Sentinel Ryan Darkwood slides his bow over his shoulder. "Might as well guard any o' 'em lumberers." He sets off with a full quiver and an axe in hand, to gather some wood himself. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aislin 4354 Share Posted November 6, 2013 Gronkk sneaks into Titania's tent, preparing his body for her. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baconthief 682 Author Share Posted November 6, 2013 [it turns out it's Khel's tent] 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sporadic 2844 Share Posted November 6, 2013 Ellir is on a break from stitching together tents, which she does as a way to pay for repairs on Haelun'or'leh crumbling fourth wall. She wanders around the tent camp of Malinor absent-mindedly, humming nursery rhymes to herself and very much convinced she is teaching the birds. Distracted as she is, she wanders to Khel's tent and pushes aside the wool, peeking inside. Here, to her unpleasant surprise, she encounters the massive, heaving, frame of an Uruk in prime mating position, splayed out suggestively on the bed spread. Ellir lets out a bellowing shriek. The once so peaceful, chirping birds lift off from the trees as one startled unit. Ellir had no wings, but you could've been fooled if you would've seen the velocity at which she took off, hands flailing through the air at the unsightly, filthy Uruk, At a considerable distance off, she stops and places her hands above her knees. "That- that explains so much," she pipes us as she pants, panick-stricken, and runs off to the inn, ready to share her delectable anecdote. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Demotheus 651 Share Posted November 6, 2013 Theus watches the woman with a perked brow as she runs out of a tent like a loon. "What, don't like uruks?" He smirks, a dark chuckle emanating from his throat, his perverse mind making some sort of disgusting joke before he heads off to do some kind of 'work' so that he doesn't have to be branded a varsel Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Varstivus 98 Share Posted November 6, 2013 Varstivus searches high and low for this refugee camp, he really wants to offer his support, but he can't fund the darned thing. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lιoɴ 248 Share Posted April 20, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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