Ranby And What To Eat It With.

[Guy d'Yood of Mann 39]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1XLyEDZYfk, Atherans one and all that may have stumbled

over this wee pile of absurd and nonsense -

say 'friend' and enter, as me ol' lass would say.

 

 

T'was... a tough decision to write this scribbly dibbly little thang, but, alas, if I did take the effort ta write anything past the application, then why should I not poke this into living. One's in for a penny, one's in for a pound. Enough with philosophy. So read up me hearties.

 

Now, darlings, be careful, for this is gonna be a wee traumatizing for ye all trying to read it. The name's gonna be presented in the longest fashion I can usher into living, and if you can spell it correctly on the first try, I'll bloody send you a strawberry pie over the Pacific or die trying (from TSA).

Name's Krystyn Szymon Hieronim Kos, on mother's side Drapik, further Kniaziewicz, titular count von der Amsel, with the amount of names that'd give a Dixie's terrier a solemn headache. Ah, genealogy. But aye - fresh graduate of 'liceum' (from lykaeum) or for all you chubby lads, high school, for any of you Google-totting maniacs, namely being the ZSG-E in a wee mining podunk called Konin (If you wanna be a dyke, translate it to Horseville) proudly totting the patronage name o' Stanisław Staszic whom you needn't bother knowing. As per me request, me Polish GCSE or whatev you call it in your *tries for the best impression o' phlegm in his voice* bachvata kantry, around these parts known simply as the Matura, I'll be writting it in the next year, leaving me with a year to spend chucking witty remarks, exercisin'  me sorry excuse of a wit and joinin'  the army reserve (NSR) for materialist reasons called "I'd rather not starve to death when I'm finally at the uni." Eighteen years old and proud, step by step pacing over to the nineteenth at the October, and with the Summer to spend exchanging references with a bunch of fellow edgies and mandalorian wannabes.

 

I've been here for, what? Something alongside three weeks by now, and, I did consider taking my leave several times over. Not because things happened poorly to me fortune, but, rather because being green doesn't help me nor does it me character's profession. First days I was like a bloody magpie, mind you. "Ooh, pless."  "Oooh, another pless."  "Oooooh, shiny roof." or " Ooooooh, giraffes." alongside of countles mythical critters like Hanging Leaves Monster or Physically Impossible Roof, also known as Newton-is-rolling-in-his-coffin. Then me Polish inferiority complex kicked in at the sight of some of the jaw-dropping constructions (shoutout to christian2142 bb~) and coolio people using four emotes to emote placing their arse on a barstool (hey nolan bb~), and combined with being shy like a virgin on a wedding night, I pretty much was just... wandering. Probably including some places that ET didn't really want me to see, but, shh, darlings. What happens in Athera, stays in Athera.

 

Then came a discovery of a small griefed village, and a chitchat with Berilac's guide, then the guide's actual employer, and things escalated so fast I still could probably benefit from a t-shirt saying "I don't know WTF I am doing". I met some awesome folks, I had some wondrous ventures. Had me ups and me downs and that's not even a sexual innuendo you buggers.

 

Some of you already know me by the terribly intrusive emotes. Some by me horrible accent classified as something inbetween Irish, Scottish and Italian crossed with a coughing cougar and a yodeling calamari. Some just 'ave been 'seen in Athera' and to all of you, lads and lasses, my sincere thanks for putting up with the greenie bs of me own (shoutout to darlin's like Rhewen (I owe you a beer for that argument, lad) and the two wayfaring elves amazed by a halfling's skellington-slaying-skills whose kindness and awe left me just as confused as it left Berilac) and I wish you all good luck and good fortune. May you hold on tight to your shereshoy, ner vode.

 

Oh. And, of course. See you in Athera.

 

((Wuvwuvs to all who didn't get a direct shoutout - a certain midget wuvs you all, amazing bbs~

[Koger 9]

(Forgive me for any Polski mistakes I make here.) Dzien dobry panu Krystyn, and welcome to Lord of the Craft!

 

 

Mountain people music.

Und Gott segne dich.

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