Haseroth

No. This aint it chief.

"Your own banners and coat of arms are orenian 'propaganda'. By god the weather down there has melted the brain of everyone in Balian." Sigmar chuckled to himself as he tossed the missive into a fire.

"Another one for the books, what a successful and productive assembly." A youth remarked upon the publishing of the witch's act.

The Quest for the Dawn The glass had shattered, the blade was swung. The youth could hear the metal scrap against the stone, before blood could be spilled; however, his vision faded. A dream had overcome him, this he knew. He was definitely asleep. Ahead of him, a path laid in stones, it twisted and turned up a blackened peak, the land mired with pestilence and muck. The trees soon came into view as though the world was being given form before his eyes. The youth rose the stairs, one by one. With each passing step, the weight of destiny was felt upon his back. It threatened to crush him, to make of him nothing. And yet, the youth persisted, driven by a desire to see what laid at the top. Eventually however, he did make it. After struggling for what felt akin to ages in those stairs, he found the very top of the peak. There, laid an old shrine, one adorned with a rusted cross of Lorraine, when one kneeled to pray before it, a great star would shrine through the edges in the night sky. The youth prayed, at the time, he simply wished for the wicked to fade. The star in the sky began to shine bright, ever brighter and it grew in size. Soon enough, it streaked across the sky, it lowered itself before him. Bright colors dazzled his vision, wings unfurled themselves, revealing the Aengul of the lord, Raguel. Besides him, two other heavenly warriors soon appeared. The youth instinctively raised his hand towards him, as if fleetingly attempting to grab at something. The Aengul’s wing fluttered and a light descended towards his hands. Soon enough, a blade had formed within his grasp. It shone bright like the colors which had preceded the messenger’s arrival. No words were spoken, for none had been required. The guardian of the skies soon faded, the blade’s very essence causing the mired, cursed lands around him to heal just in its presence. Was this.. Courage..? He pondered to himself. Vision at last returned, he rose from his bed, staring at the clouded skies outside, suffering and death had plagued the lands around him much like that mired accursed land from his dream. “This must end..” He muttered. He had taken on the path of Owyn, of Redemption. Verily, he thought to himself. There was no greater act of good than to slay the greatest and most foul of Evils. Gashadokuro.

"God weeps when pagans have more of a desire to rid out darkspawns than a so called canonist prince" Commented 'Sigmar' who had spat upon the wide list of useless titles which belonged to the queen.

yeah that should be a ban too imo, but this is a good first step. I can now finally set aside my ultra-patriotic pro-60th slogans away.

'Sigmar' sat upon a desk, reading the missive. "A peaceful union would fall flat upon its own face the second any disagreements occured." He set the missive aside, now nestled upon a mound of others. He turned to face another figure "Regardless, realms already heavily influenced by elves will vehemently deny any attempt at unification, which is why the sword is the only means." The scholar pondered for a few moments, perhaps there was a means to do it through both?

@BorinI know ur drunk but heres another zinger

honestly this and also remove all magics

"You razed down a virtually uninhabited settlement. You must feel quite strong." A youth mused to himself as he read over this missive, showing it to someone besides him "Who is this, cheap market rate Gashadokuro?"

A youth traversed the smoldering remains of th voidal blight. He kneeled besides a crumbled tavern, tugging at a piece of searing brick. He held the stone despite the pain it caused. An act meant to finalize a chapter of this continent, only ultimately planted the seed of future tragedy. The youth gazed up towards the smog filled sky, vengeance would be had. All in good time.

Wow

the end game boss is the constant server crashes lol

@BorinGet the popcorn please.

"That guard was quite brave, he should have picked a leader with a stronger backbone however. God bless his soul." Canonius commented as he finished reading the rather long transcripts of a meeting for a place he has hardly ever seen.

Canonius sits upon the side of the White city, he gazes heavensward at the canvas of bright stars in the night sky. 'Truly, the lord had at last answered the prayers of the faithful', he thought to himself

'Sigmar' smiles the SUN's smile, as the knights had finally taken care of that foul place. Perhaps there was hope for Petra yet.

a simple 500 euro paypal donation to squakhawk can fix your issues

dont know what any of this means but i agree with sam and borin

what would you like shelved, good sir?