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As you walked towards

the great tree of Normandor a foul stench of rotting corpses reaches your nose,

your eyes drift down to the floor and there on the bridge is the body of an elf.

The elf has been skinned alive, nothing left but bleeding muscle and bone

remains, Both eyes have been torn from their sockets, a pained expression upon

the skinned face is seen, jaw wide with terror.

A scream can be heard

from within the tree itself, as you approach the foul stench rises again even

worse than before. You look down at the base of the tree to find two more

bodies, looking up you can see blood dripping from the highest edges, it is

clear there has been a struggle here.

You walk down the steps and

approach the first body, This time it is not skinned but its limbs are mashed to

pecies and his entire body is mangled in such a way that makes the body look

more like a mess of meat, blood and gore. What remains of the body is covered in

deep stab wounds. This elf has clearly fallen... or was pushed... from the

highest point of the tree to the bottom after quite a battle looking at its

wounds.

You then approach the other body, this elf has also suffered the

fate of skinning, both ears this time missing from its head. Flies hop about its

body manicly, maggots are feasting on the remaining flesh. As you inspect the

body closer you notice a small note pinned to its chest, the note

reads:

"When yu skin uz, Wea. Will. Skin. Yu."

((None of these

people were permakilled and all RPed up to standered. Everything we did followed

our character lore and we have VA's to commit such crimes. I note that we wore

full iron armour at all times and killed every witness (Minus one, but we had

full iron armour and our race and identity can't be recognised). These people in

particular didn't do anything wrong, we took our anger out on the non-Kharajyr

as a whole, it was just unlucky that we came across Normandor to

strike.))

((The RP was very enjoyable, and also very funny at times. I

would like to thank the elves we so brutally killed for the experience. Once

again, you will never know who did this unless we personally admit to

it.))

((EDIT: I should also point out that this has nothing to do with the time I was skinned. Every time we go to the mainland somebody tries to skin us xP I do not remember my skinning! Making this clear now!))

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((Lolyes. Nothing relievs the stress of running a race like a good ol' skinning.))

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((Was this yesterday? Because I saw a few of you yesterday in Normandor and I think I just dodged a bullet lol))

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((Nope this was today))

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*Faolins eyes widen when he sees the bodies. A look of utter disgust comes upon his face. He carefully walks around the bodies, and wanders into town, looking for a guard to report this to.*

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*Skar struts through Va'Khajra, a pair of Elf ears dangling from his wrist, a final drop of blood stems from one of them. He watches Tla'Tiazar hauling the Elf's skin with a clear sense of accomplishment. "Wea shud du 'dis moar of'en." Skar says with a chuckle.

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Ja'Bukaknog toils with a particuarly complex series of ingredients. Debating whether heating the herbs into a vial of water or grinding them in his mortar and pestle is more efficient. Having already completed the gathering, he must be careful with the process of brewing as well. Picking the jungles dry of every herb after every disaster would leave the grounds barren of many beautiful plants.

Ja'Bukaknog decides it would be best to come back to the process with a renewed mind, he heads to the gardens to both stare at the beautiful arrangement of the jungle's most appealing flowers, as well as feed the Ocelots that populate the lush extension of the Tlatlanni's lands. The sounds of sails flapping free in the wind, preparing to be tied down, catches his ears. At first he dismisses it as nothing, thinking it a bird at first. However three Kha now leave the docks and head in the direction of the palace. Staring at the various trophies, his eyes widen. These are not the trophies that would be plucked from the Dark Elves. Assuming the worst, Ja'Bukaknog rises in a rush. Heading back to his home in preparations for a journey to the isles of the Elves. Worried of what happened to his gracious High Elven companions, if anything.

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(Wow...When the High Commander is off on vacation. And The Elves have done nothing to the Kharajyr. So this doesn't even make sense...VA or not. Not angry, but just doesn't make sense to me)

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((We ICly acted irrationally and it doesn't need to make sence. Kharajyr sometimes send out ape hunting parties, their motives are to kill because of the crimes apes have done to them in the past. Just unluckly that we struck at Normandor. And we all have VA's for it, so it's completely legal and follows Kharajyr lore.))

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(Not that I didn't enjoy the rp... It was some good rp, but aren't the kharajyr allies with Haelunor?)

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(Anyways if they were, I wouldn't think that the kharajyr would attack those that so closely resemble the elves of haelunor. It would make sense that the kharajyr would focus on physical attributes that the elves had, mainly their ears, and see them as allies. Also The kharajyr are new to the interracial socialization and politics so along with all the physical elven attributes the fact that Normandor and Haelun'or are so close in proximity I find it problematic that the Kharajyr woudln't think the two are both allies.

Again I really enjoyed the rp. It was excellent. It was just problematic. Nothing that can't be resolved with some more great rp though.)

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((Firstly, every non-Kharajyr race is an ape in our eyes. And yes, the Kharajyr are not giant fluffy loving kitty cats, they are brutal, cruel, mean, sacraficing maniacs.

The high elves were an exception and we made sure not to harm any of them anyway. And just because we allied with the high elves, that doesn't mean we ally with your entire race. Other elves have done nothing for us and they will be treated with the same amount of disgust as everybody else.))

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((Firstly, every non-Kharajyr race is an ape in our eyes. And yes, the Kharajyr are not giant fluffy loving kitty cats, they are brutal, cruel, mean, sacraficing maniacs.

The high elves were an exception and we made sure not to harm any of them anyway. And just because we allied with the high elves, that doesn't mean we ally with your entire race. Other elves have done nothing for us and they will be treated with the same amount of disgust as everybody else.))

(I guess, was simply frustrated because our guards were offline and I was on vacation :P. But its legit RP and I have no problem with that. just don't let me catch you doing this lol

*Raises fist in the air* Long Live Legit RP!)

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