Diaolos

bro i was cruising through lotc after a long time and i just saw this, it didnt even ping me when you mentioned xD Also Alhamdulillah Habibi im doing well!, kifk inta, how you been <;

Sounds of takbirs are heard from Addnan's house upon reading this!

Dang. That was true in so many ways

Shukran akhi for the amazing educational post!! And for all muslims who will be starting fasting in few i wish you a blessed ramadan ya habibis!!

Im late, but i will still ask. Am i your favorite? @Generi

Bruno awaits the classes with great interest!

Shukran habibi for the wise words i really cant add anything more to what you said. I just want to shine more light on the point where it says that we do not tolerate any jokes regarding our Holy Texts. We accept any form of jokes, anything, But please when it comes to jokes regarding our Holy Book the Quran, keep it to yourself. Thanks again Habibi for sending a message on behalf of the Brothers and sisters of the Muslim community here. I hope mods can learn that being a mod isnt just about solving issues regarding rply conflicts. Know that you are seen as an example and a role model by other players, mainly new ones. If you want to act like that then just quite being a mod. (This is a general message and not directed at someone)

Azzam bin Hakim Al-Hattan wipes his forehead off sweat with his new costume made Dunes towel, as he looks at the aging and overpaid team of Vigilants suffer a great loss by his hands and his amazing teammates

"We lost, but it was a great match nonetheless!" Azzam shouted as he handshakes his opponents after the match

So long partner, despite not playing much with ya, but i truly enjoyed every last bit of rp i did with you, you are an amazing person, and it was truly a pleasure. have a good life habibi. farewell.

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have a safe trip!, we'll be waiting for your comeback!

Full name: Thorn Ign: Diaolos Reasons for joining: For fun Experience: Been a monster hunter for the many decades. One of the first hunters who worked with limo_man's events. A man who did monster hunting jobs since The Drifter ever started the business within Haense.

Lorenz Barclay sat on his chair, his eyes were fixed on the wood burning before him. His mind was absent, his emotions were disturbed and his soul was confused....the last person he ever considered a pillar to lean on finally crumbled. . . . he leaned forward on his chair, hands clasped to forcefully stop them from shaking, the shaking then reached his full body, Lorenz still tried to hold his emotions back and control himself at that moment. . .but it was no use, he finally realized that the thread that held what left of his miserable life together has already been broken. at that moment Lorenz, for the first time in 19 years, he cried, he cried in one of the darkest and coldest corners of Reinmar. The crying man cried in silence, but his rage was too strong to control, he went with a grunt, and started to punch the wall, he punched, punched, and punched, until his fingers bled and were most likely broken. His sadness made him forget the pain in his hands. he fell on his knees, the shaking now stopped after he let out all of what was inside of him on the now bloody wall. "You were the second man i looked up to after our Vater....I wasn't always around you through most of my life.....but you were always in my heart, you gave me courage and strength to continue and serve my kingdom, But.....now....i cant say that i have the strength to serve....." Lorenz mumbled as he looked out the window looking up to starry night. he coughed after saying those words, there was blood. . . . The loss of his brother might not be the only thing that's stopping him from preforming his duties as a protector of The Kingdom Of Haenseti-Ruska.... Time shall only tell.

((This is gonna be fun to watch))

Someone far away north frowned as he heard of the unknown Musin's death and how he died... "Such a cruel way to kill a living being....and for a mere mina... should've just given him the mina.....what happened to this world"

Azzam Bin Hakim Al-Hattan writes a letter to Farmer Fred regarding the Child Soldiers summer camp "Good day Sir Fred, I would like to ask if you are willing to accept someone at the age of 14 in your honorable camp...Thank you" Wrote regarding his little twin brother Hatim. @Monaaa @Boomboxdoom23

Azzam Bin Hakim Al-Hattan reads the missive to his father while having their morning breakfast. "A sad thing indeed, for such a state to fall into such state." He sighed throwing the missive into the fire, continuing to enjoy his Kibda.

Discord: Diaolos#3000 Skin/s and bid/s (Label clearly with the skin name, and list separately if multiple): Light blue and gold- 100

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Lorenz Barclay Was walking out of his room still awake for the last two days, never catching a shut eye. as he walked beside his late father's old room he started making his way down the stairs to have his morning family breakfast. All of a sudden he heard a sound of a bowl hitting the floor from the upper floors. hearing that he rushed towards the sound's location as he took out his hammer fearing it was an enemy. to his surprise it was Friedrich Barclay his cousin and Marshal on his knees sitting by Marcella side....he instantly knew that Marcella has left this world. Lorenz did not have many interactions with his cousin Marcella Although he respected her greatly, and sympathized with her for losing her legs at such a young age and while she was at her prime. Lorenz merely walked away slowly leaving Friedrich with Marcella's soulless body. he has more than enough sadness in his heart to handle this, he thought that looking at his Cousin's body may sadden him more.

Lorenz Barclay left the battlefield early to attend to some serious unknown business of his. He was on the far left side of the battlefield aiding The previous Marshal Manfred Barclay and His cousin the sharp shooter Alfred Barclay. He excused himself that he needs to go at the near end of the battle with the trolls when there was only one left. he knew that his presence is unnecessary since there were more than enough soldiers to help kill this last troll. he climbed the hill he was on and upon reaching the top he glance his father Brandt and Bruder Cedric retreating after delivering a successful attack on the troll. he kissed two of his fingers and raised them to face his Father and Bruder and prayed to St.Tylos to watch over them in his absence. Later that day in the middle of the night, as he just walked through the gates clearly just finished his business, one of his brothers at arms whom he was guarding the gates that night recognized Lorenz, The guard frowned….. “Sir” The guard said pausing for a moment “I'm sorry for you lost sir….” he said as he glanced at the ground beneath Lorenz. Lorenz eyes widened greatly, he held the guard by his shoulder with a grib that would crush someone if he had more strength, Lorenz asked with a voice of someone who’s trying to be calm “......Who died…?” Lorenz asked after a few seconds of getting himself together….The guard responded almost instantly fearing that he angered Lorenz “S-S-Ser Brandt Barclay!” he exclaimed informing him with his father’s death…..The young man’s arms slided off the guard’s shoulders as he now formed an expression of sadness and regret. he stood for a few seconds then rushed towards the hospital, upon arriving the Hospital staff would greet Lorenz with sad expressions. he merely walked past them with not showing any kind of emotions. as he walked down the stairs to the morgue, entering the room he was met with a large figure lying on top of the table in the center of the room covered with a large white cloth. Lorenz approached the table after giving the doctor a nod to leave him alone for a few. with shaky hands he removed the top part of the cloth off his father’s face. as soon as he saw his father’s cold face the man that never showed any kind of emotions to anyone ever except three people Broke down, his whole body started to shake as he placed the palm of his hand on his father’s face… he leaned down giving his father’s forehead a kiss.. as he glanced down on cold face of his father, Tear drops started to splash on his father’s face as Lorenz cried a river for the being he loved the most and looked up to… few second in the future the doctor was about to enter the morgue she stopped as she saw the man Lorenz Barclay on his knees by the table crying like a little boy for the first time in 25 years. she slowly retreated with a word leaving the man to cry himself out. few minutes...after crying himself out he stood up with red eyes, he brushed his father’s hair back one more time and give him one more kiss on the head before covering him once again. leaving the room knowing that this was the last time he would ever see his father. Lorenz turned towards the person who he can cry himself out with, the love of his live Ava Sirsk, he used the keys he was given to enter her house quietly, for him to see her sitting on the couch writing one of her new books. upon seeing her he fell on his knees and started to break down, the woman rushed towards her lover hugging him as she already knew why was he crying….. Brandt sure made Lorenz what he is today. Brandt’s death left Lorenz with a huge scar that may never heal…

Godspeed fellow man!, hope you live well

Lorenz Barclay reads the hearsay with interest a smile forms on his bored face. "I can say that this will be included in my after dawn tea...!"