Honor Amongst The Wicked[WAR-POST]

[Benleft 2579]

1 hour ago, milksoda said:

"Bah, I will gladly let my enemies kill each other. I wonder who's side MORYŌRYŪ is on."

"Shugo, I am ninety years old! I can't even remember what month it is," Monjaro the Green Samurai forum roleplayed, his cognative decline worsening with each day. "I feel like a kid again. My long-term thinking is impaired and I'm surrounded by yokai. I'm finally back home! Back in Ihon! I've gotta kill 'em all, Shugo... Nex time... I'll," he clutched his (CROSSBOW) Tanegashima like a child's toy, muttering vague obscenities and Second-Age insensitivities until he woke up 16 minutes after the raid bell was rung, locked in the time-between-time of Combat Roleplay. "Screw my stupid samurai life," he coped. 

[_xMika 284]

The child of agony stood amongst halls of black his eyes narrowed at the missive before him one that had his own named signed upon it "Like beating a dead dog" he murmured underneath his breath all whilst a sorrow crawled upon him and doubt creeped in as well, for he found himself facing the ones he once called ally's. "I hope to not see you in this battle, old friend" he carefully folded the missive into itself "War amongst our own, hopefully this will be the last" 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

13 hours ago, xo31 said:

"We should have killed them when they were in our cathedral begging to let their anathema into our ranks."

he remarked to himself, rubbing his ever-mortal eyes deeply.

 

 

 

 

Kiel twitches in the jungle. Remembering how it jumped over a wall in lumbridge. And told the Gold Lich he needed to repair his gate. Yet everyone still has something to say.  It seems no one wanted to pass the gas. 

 

"No place like home." Remarks a fiend contently.