DEMAND FOR RECOMPENSE

[OddOllie123 255]

"Oive nevah met an elf but Mr. Aghuid did show meh som' of their ears. Oi want some!" The young beardling would announce whilst fiddling with some teeth of the beast the Irehearts had slain prior. 

[Smellyzz 2]

A young soldier would hear of the news from his homestead, and he'd begin to brandish his blade for battle.

[BardMainHere 310]

Robert looks upon the notice, a smile curling on his face as he prepares for glorious slaughter of the knife-ears. "They comply, or they die." 

[North 995]

"It's that time of the year, again." apprised Desmond to his fellow Hanged Men, "Do you lads reckon they'll lose another one o' those outnumbered fights?"

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

Nora, the elf-hating Highlander, smirks upon receiving the news. "Time to sharpen my sword, aye?" 

[JokerLow 1317]

16 hours ago, Worldeater said:

 

 

Gudour bears his fangs and draws his warhammer in preparation for the fighting that is to come. He canted his head to the side whilst regarding the missive with his fiery eyes.

 

"The weak are meat and the strong do eat." 

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OH ****, SOMEONE FROM LOTC THAT ALSO LISTENS TO YUNG BELIAL.

 

[!] Deep within the caves of Arcas, a shadowy figure lurks. At the stature of a dwed, with his face covered, the mage would let out a sickening laughter.

[_Sug 2809]

A druid sits with his fellow kinsmen in their grotto, laughing at the fact that mortal squabbles mean nothing as they feasted about a warm hearth. 

 

 

 

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"Right, business as usual lads. We've still some demons and the sort to clean up. Our duty is to continue work in the thistle, not be involved in the lives of the city folk."

 

 

[mmat 7460]

Avius lets loose a lighthearted chuckle as he reads the declaration, growing gradually more amused with each line. "They write pretty words." he finally remarks, shutting his eyes to rest.

[pkdon 1978]

Don Punchwood sharpens his blade!

[Holyland 3650]

An old, haunted soldier surveyed along in humbled silence. "A war of greed; the stench will be strong, in this one." Entombed within his eyes was a seething cold, welcoming the warmth of blood that may sooner have come - no matter the triviality of the battle fought, nor the demands of those who fought it. "Carrion cometh."

[ronin_champloo 5951]

Vulen stumbles along the dreary path, his boots trenching amidst the cold and drenched soil. He continues, a slight exuberance about him, forever consumed by his aching wanderlust - the day awaits, where his fealty is proven and shown.

[Ducklingator 795]

"Not a week has passed since we've rid ourselves of those fiends, and it's war. I'm almost surprised." Lilach mutters.