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The Annilir of el’Okarn’ame shook his head as he pushed the corpse of the human raider from his sword, blood spurting out onto the cobbles at his feet. A disgusted noise escaped his lips while gazing at the noble’s still eyes, murmuring under his breath,

 

“Fools.”

 

The human had somehow found his way into the woodland walls of Irrinor alongside another of his short-lived race on horseback, rushing into the city square demanding weapons be dropped and making to kill the guards milling about. Yet there were no screams of fright or panicked attempts at escape, only the clean hiss of drawn steel as everyone in the square drew their weapons and charged the human invaders.

 

The pair of raiders were taken from their steeds almost immediately, sustaining wounds from the many mali’ame guards and citizenry that rushed to dispatch them. Whimpering they fled for the gate, only to find themselves trapped by their own folly with iron bars blocking their freedom from the Irrinite retribution.

 

The Annilir snorted softly as he watched the bodies get carried away to be used for ritual and then put on display for the rest of the failed human raiders that sought to pillage,

 

“Make ready for the next, no doubt they will bring more bodies to line the mound.”

 

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“How was your day Llori?” Her wife is as sweet as ever. The woman strolls into the room, immediately going to take the high elf into her embrace.

 

Allora is bent over a flimsy stool, and keeps to sharpening her blade. She enjoys her love’s kind gestures, and unknowingly leans back into her comfort. It only takes a few more innocent prods, and Gwen has her attention. The high elf gleams up, offering a kind smile to the younger elf. “Work was eventful.”

 

 “Go back to your silver kin.” She still hears his voice. His cries when the Irrinites cornered him into the gates and strangled his person.

 

”Work was great,” she adds, still smiling.

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Artimec sprinkles the salt of the earth into a fiery brazier lighting up the shrine of Amethon, the Prince of Cervidae. He had a placid expression on his face. War was nothing new to his people, and win or lose, their spirit was strong. They would survive.

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Astride mounts sat several armored figures with skull helmets, their jagged warped lances glinting cruelly in the moonlight. Soon, the Malinites would certainly feel woe they thought, for their blood would sate the Aldersrock and remind them of the forces they contend with. 

 

”This savagery will end. The killing of ambassadors in cold blood; the ignoble pursuit of vanity and titles. They risk another Crusade upon our race now by behaving as adolescents, so now they will be whipped for their impudence.”

 

It is then that the figure paused, and came to a halt within the woods at the edge of the clearing. For the first time since the Bronze Rebellion, the Bronze Lord uttered:

 

Uell ito maruthiran.”

 

Sic Semper Tyrannis.

 

Thus always to Tyrants.

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Maeve Zinerith would pay no mind to the killing of yet another soldier as her eyes fell upon the gates of the mali’fenn Princedom.

 

Sylvia would furrow a brow, puzzled by the conflicts of her new homeland as she continued keeping count of her assigned Nordish Marks.

 

Helena Vientos would be rather carefree, generally paying minimal attention to any particular squabble between man and elf.

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Vidar would laugh at the bravery and stupidity of his race, raising a drink in their honor and toasting to their memory

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My character agrees with the character above and also thinks they should lay the **** off of someone for employing ‘necromancy’ or whatever whatshisdick wants to say.

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My character not only agrees with the above two characters, but proceeds to shake Wilheim’s hand in the square of Reza!

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25 minutes ago, Haseroth said:

I thought it was bannable to make kill posts because it “bullied” people into PKing.

 

(( It’s under forum roleplay guidelines. Someone asked me about this earlier, and it took me a while to find. There might be specific wording in another guideline/rules section somewhere else. Rule in question refers to specifically mentioning someone’s character without their OOC consent. It’s not posted in text in this thread, but the embedded image serves the same purpose.

 

Considering it’s MadOne’s character involved, I’m sure his pals can let him know.

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Goo'lak would scream loud before finally opening his bag of chips.

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------------------------ OOC-------------------

Good morning, 
Guys, please keep posts in character.
As for the concerns raised about the posting and ooc consent. I have messaged Madone this morning and he has confirmed his ooc consent to the post being made so it is valid.
As others have stated ooc consent is required before you can post a death post on a character that is not your own. 

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"Wow, this sure is going in the history books." Remarked Hannibal.

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