ronin_champloo

Name: Crumena of Kamees (ign:) Remeron (discord:) Heero#7850 Age: 800(?) Gender: Male Hair color: White Eye Color: Green City of birth: Aegis Favorite Animal: Lion Favorite Flower: High Elves - female. Would Marry: I'd like to marry and find a High Elf who's young and fertile.

me trying to comm a spoon from this individual

[!] A letter is stamped on the wall of which the notice is placed upon. It'd read: "I fully recommend this Tavern. I stumbled in while sleep deprived and asked for the most expensive brew they had. Now, I'm not sure of what I'm getting, but I'm assuming they melted minas into a bottle which is more than sufficient. Very flexible pricing as well."

your mom cant handle my **** anymore

"Our ink became laden in steel, soaked in the ichor of the unliving. Know this, Those of the Dead - War comes, and it will soak us all in its ire." Krendogron mutters, plumes of ash wreathing his spoken words. Smoke drifts outwards, finding it's way onto the radiant sun. "Temper us, O' Inquisitor. Let us reap those who cling onto the living."

"Who the hell made her a Herald?" Allant muttered in dismay, lips creasing as he peered upon the missive and talked to himself.

Hey, looks great but slight issue - Setherien was a Drakaar, not an Aenguldaemon edit: very swag, glad to see everyone's work come to this

((if i walk on my knees and pretend to be a dwarf, can u teach me magic pls?

youre kinda based bro, agree with what you say tho. hope you go far on here

I've watched this guy's RP in vanish, would recommend. +1

To you, 10 years from now.

huh looks like im getting banned for racism in the near future

skins were accidentally lost in a freak accident, auction closed

seer = bad, even the feat. i reckon xan would smite u just for that, id remove the compatibility with seer will read the rest in a bit to write down my thoughts, etc

i will metagame this like ive meta'd striger and sluti

Amidst the turmoil and strife, the battered bodies and blood, Ciaran found himself upon the entrance of Providence; his armor dented and broken, spirit wavering as the numerous wounds grew more apparent upon his body. A rasp of air cradled his lips, the cold feeling as ichor dribbled from his mouth - staining the floor red. His comrades, fallen and murdered. His stamina leaving his body, as was his woes. A final call was spoken, for there'd be no true life after these injuries. All but a broken shadow of what he once was. And so, Ciaran charged with conviction. With numb fingers, he'd opt to grasp a fallen mercenary's weapon, the steel broken and warped. Slain, broken and battered; the man laid against the floor, dying as he lived, amongst the broken woes that he so fervently chased.

"On that day, a dying sun rose above the multitude of nations. As written in the Book of Revelations, when the sun has died five times, a red lake will emerge to the west of a city with a name both new and old. It will be a sign that the fifth angel has descended upon this world. The angel is the Falcon of Darkness. He is the master of the sinful black sheep and the king of the blind white sheep. He will usher in an age of darkness to cover the world.". The Godhand smiles upon us on this day.

is this a elaborate way to make the lt forget about the existence of mordu magic

no more shall I wake up on my vortex bed to get my vortex coffee from my vortex coffee maker to get my vortex energy as i go to my vortex university to study for my vortex exams

bidding format: skin: brooding bid: 1300 minas discord: spoon#6154