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Cleansing Malinor: Looking For Volunteer Troops


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MC Name: Dohvakin


Name: Hugh man.


Age: Can't count that high. Not that it's very high, of course. I'm just not good at counting.


Race: I'm extremely human. More human than you can handle.

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Puerir  snickers at the sight of the sign-up paper and an idea hits strikes his mind. He goes to fill one out.

MC Name: ((Speedillion))

Name: Pen Falas

Age: 45

Race: As human as a pie, mi'lord.

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Lelien giggles as she fills in an application of her own, adding it to the pile.

 

MC Name: Eenhoornheid

 

Name: Nurse Tillywinkle

 

Age: 16.8

 

Race: Human

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Farmer Billy Bob stumbles across the note, peering at the page he carefully scribbles his own response with a chalk of coal.

 

MC Name:

BEELEE BUB WUS HEAR

 

Name:

BEELEE BUB WUS HEAR

 

Age:

BEELEE BUB WUS HEAR

 

Race:

BEELEE BUB WUS HEAR

 

 

He slides the shard of coal into a back pocket, rubbing his behind with a muddied hand as he admires his handiwork. He then leaves one of his trusty shovels near the note and shuffles out the door.

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Kalenz chortles, yes chortles, to himself as he sees the other responces and in a swift fashion pens his own:

 

MC Name: SupremacyOps

Name:  Potato

Age: Potato

Race: I'm a potato, what did you think?

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A Hooded Elf in the corner of the bar grunts, sipping down a coffee.

"This bickering among us Mali will be the death of a great nation, and a great race."

The Elf gets up, and disappears into the forest.

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* tall man stares at one of the notes, a bright red cloak with a three headed hydra sewn on the back as he starts to scribble down on a small piece of paper*

 

 

 

Name:Surrion

 


Age: *it is scratched out*


 


Race: *some pats of it are scratched out* H-g- Elf

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The hooded figure watches the many people fill in the applications , a look of disgust comes across her hooded face.

 

"Fools..."

 

She walks out of the tavern , half tempted to burn them all to ashes out of pure anger.

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This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved.

If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.

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