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Alec had no stomach for killing men. He didn't like it, it went against his Canonist beliefs, and to be quite frank, he wasn't even quite good at it. But despite all of that he still found himself as a hero that many began to rally behind, whether he liked it or not. And so did the idle winds blow in favor of revolution as the peasantry cheered: "ALEC, HERO O' DE COMMONERS!" There goes the neighborhood...

Why have you stayed this long fr.

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A wanderer watches the Myrinians celebrate in their homeland! Wait, where was everyone? "Hello?" The wanderer asked aloud. Surely these prideful people would be here. There were so many not but a few saints hours ago.... Where did they all go?!

Johnathan Jason finds this missive most disturbing indeed. He shows it to his fellow peasants, whom are already quite angry at how the Canonist church is being treated by this new Emperor... @ATallTower@Slorbin

Alec woke from his small village hovel, tending to the small crop of carrots he had planted outside. The world was still, and in these rare moments he liked to sit on the porch and stare out at the quaint land, watching the earth slowly reclaim what was lost when that damned castle had vanished. He could not read, it was a luxury he wasn't able to afford as a youth and couldn't learn now as an adult, but if he could perhaps he'd pick up all those missives people were so keen on reading, panning through them idly as he embraced the sweet joys of simple living. He failed to notice the stormclouds thundering above until it was too late...

Alec is entirely lost on why a pumpkin person was allowed to be a traitor, but not a human noble with human, canonist, denizens. His brain hurts from all the thinking he's been doing.

Alec looked to his old equipment, sighing some. He really needed an upgrade, some day. He took to fixing up his potion bandolier, wondering when his damn sword would be finished. "Ne'er a fokken dull moment en Providence, eh Lucius?" @AgentofDeath13

@Slorbin On the one hand, you say you don't want ERP. On the other hand, you send me pictures of scantly clad bird girls and constantly try to affirm that you aren't an ERPer. Hiding something, perhaps?

Alec feels an intense urge to murder women after reading this idiotic missive. He wonders if Orenian culture is making him hate women, or if this intense sexism was simply in his blood.

I am so proud of you Slorbin. Perhaps one day I will see you as a greentag, not taking any of my sreqs <3

If the guy everyone hates doesn't like the concept of the frog, I believe it should be the server's priority to #FreeTheFrog

dont do this you know what happens when you do this

@SquakHawkadd an alchemical recipe for Ibuprofen my head hurts from reading this

Alec found himself in an interesting position indeed. He had resided in Dobrov as first a simple vagrant, then as a tenant under the new, post-translocation of that castle he had no intent on learning to pronounce. His body ached and churned, his skin beginning to sag from this sickness he had contracted out in the harsh western jungles. He was missing out on something, to be sure, but perhaps for once in his life he was glad of such a fact. In-between the hacks and coughs, the young adventurer grew ever more disdainful of the endless platitudes made by nobles, grateful only this news wasn't being hollered by some squire or other rabble. He folded the missive and went back to bed, feeding himself some stew...

Alec knows who he's voting for!

Alec decided to move out from Imperial lands, to a place that wasn't employing bandits as mercenaries.

Alec looked through his vast fortune acrewed, and grimaced. It'd all be gone if he did this. But if his beliefs were to be true... He sent out a bid for 23,000 minae.

Alec bid one deed for duloc.

First they allied themselves with bandit rabble then attacked DU-LOC?!? Alec screeches incoherently, ready to enter the fray. He was SO mad he just HAD to take a piss. But where.... Revenge is a dish best served... pissy.

Alec, though unable to spell his own name, finds the concept of having a street named after him alluring.

Reject joining groups in the beginning, I always advocate to be a wanderer and try not to let the virtual anxiety take over as you introduce yourself to people in roleplay. If you still have your pink-tag, most will be welcoming. Personally, I reccomend having a shaderpack as well as some ambient music while you wander around to get yourself more pumped up for the fantasy vibe LOTC is trying to pull.