Pride of the White

[KeiaTypeBeat 3287]

2 hours ago, =Nkruma= said:

Nkruma Frostbeard would spit on the ground thinking of his snow elf friends. "All of tuh snow elves I evah knew were great friends an' caused meh no harm..." He would then proceed to ride into Fenn clad in armour to loot their easily accessible chests.

Millosm would recognize his dwarven friend and attempt to get Nkruma's attention, hoping he may have found his ride back home.

[Angmarzku 1251]

A rather tall and twitching ghoul shakes it's head at the notice and coughs a few times as it's muffled voice echos in the surrounding area. "OoREn...wORse thEN a PLague...BUrn Ye fIiiiilth na-.."  The creature continues to cough for a moment or two. ".'NatiOn'."

[Smaw 2376]

"White Power!" An Albino Orc would call.

[Unslaughted 121]

Just now, Niccum said:

belisarius laughs hard and smiles

 

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[KarmaDelta 969]

"The white men wish to spread their disease further. We must fight back before we are enslaved.", responds Dwarf the Dwarf cooly.

[Chef891 232]

Thandir watches from a far at the destruction the White tide has done, vowing that he will destroy them to the last bone even if that meant taking on the dwarven scum that back the White Tide. With that he sneaks into the city and takes back what was his and slips away unseen.

[shortchangehero 4217]

The soldier; nothing more, nothing less. A mere number, a white suit of armor, an exact replica of the Mali who stand both to his left and right.

 

"BERR!"

 

As if each individual was no individual, but one unit alike, arrows are notched, bows raised, strings drawn.

 

"ILLYTH!"

 

A swift whistle followed by a painful thud.

 

-=-

 

"The Tundraks are dead, why do we still execute our own?"  The angered snow elf questions, looking up towards his comrade in hope of an answer. The mali remained quiet, he'd continue to scrape the flint along his steel blade. "I fight to protect my kin, not kill them. Telenor, you must agree? Look at yourself, you suffered greatly trying to protecting the mali'fe--"  The heavily scarred mali lashes out, the back of his palm making contact with the young elf's cheek. "You will not mention those impure nor will you talk your mind again. You are a soldier, a pawn, a number like the rest of us with the only meaning of existence being to do what is told."

 

-

 

"Forgive him, he has-- lived through things no mali should. . . Him and brother lost both parents at a young age, their people, our people, were massacred by the Uruks. . ."

 

"We have all been through a lot, he is no different then us."

 

-=-

 

The soldier; nothing more, nothing less. A mere number, a white suit of armor, an exact replica of the Mali who stand both to his left and right.

 

"BERR!"

 

As if each individual was no individual, but one unit alike, arrows are notched, bows raised, strings drawn.

 

"ILLYTH!"

 

A swift whistle followed by a painful thud.

 

. . .

 

"Let this be a lesson."

 

 

[Elad™ 560]

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