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this is why conflict rp rocks by god i teared up from another post ab this war gosh dang, +100

 

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1 minute ago, RezRatKeia said:
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this is why conflict rp rocks by god i teared up from another post ab this war gosh dang, +100

 

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this comment made me tear up myself, thank you so much!

 

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Lorena de Senna rolls in her grave and forgives the Empire for her beheading, she deserved it.

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Savannah stared at her family's name "I swear if he gets us harmed in anyway I am going to track him down and give him a talking too!" she then passed the information toward her husband not seeming to happy.

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2 hours ago, Fawnytheturtle said:

Savannah stared at her family's name "I swear if he gets us harmed in anyway I am going to track him down and give him a talking too!" she then passed the information toward her husband not seeming to happy.

Maddock shivered. This was bad. He lived in a desert, that wasn’t supposed to happen. His poem shouldn’t bring harm to anyone not named Hadrian, so he should have no reason to worry right?

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On 1/5/2026 at 6:11 PM, ScreamingDingo said:

Medieval Tavern Interior with Stone Walls, Wooden Floor, Tables with Food  and Drink, Barrels of Wine or Ale. 3D Rendering Stock Illustration -  Illustration of game, story: 240485373

A small, boutique establishment within the burrows of the Imperium would be filled with the smoke of Auverginian tobacco that spreads across the basement. The dimly lit room would obscure the faces of the nobles and troubadours that frequented this strange hall, where ornate chairs and simple tables of lacquered wood uplift the glasses that are scattered across the room.  The purveyor of this past-time, Reginald Richard Napier the II, wraps its hands around a small golden case within his hands. The influential author had grown in popularity with the war, as the fusion of orcish and dwarven literature had been demanded by his audience. Many had started to buy the publications, such as "Send my wife to the Brathmordikin", "Krug Crossed Lovers" and "The Seven Elven Priests and the Dwarven Paragon" with feverish glee, so his own exploits allowed for the cosy atmosphere to be cultivated within the grasp of Hadrian's walls. Reginald gestures to the nearby, stammering poet to go to the stage, their boots clanking and creaking upon the floorboards as it stares out towards the audience. A huffed exclaim follows with a gulp in the poets voice, a ritual of humiliation for them to become part of this society.


The figure stammers and spits upon itself on the stage, starting to read it with vicious intensity.

 

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WHY HE DO THAT TO CYNTHIA!
SHE DIED TOO YOUNG!

 

On 1/5/2026 at 6:37 PM, FireAGN said:

"Erm. Who is this guy?" The Patriarch de Senna says as he shows the flyer to his brother, Father Pontius, pointing out where they were mentioned. @littyfam

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