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[!] Throughout the land a poster is found within every tavern known to descendant kind. For a majority of the letter it is written in fairly neat handwriting until it comes to the signature which is fairly messy suggesting to a reader such as yourself that Bonk had someone scribe this for him, further evidenced by the writer adding some of their own commentary. Bonk Needs Pigeons Gather your feathery, bread eating friends for Bonk is in dire need of pigeons. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lord Bonk, the 2nd, known for his time as the Underking, the hero that defeated the dreaded Under tyrant by using his wits and mythical strength (pushed him down the stairs once), the goblin who made the ISA quake in their boots at the very sight of him (so the goblin claims), father of one, the famed writer of the Bonkliration, the Bonk priest, friend of poncho goblin, wielder of the one true Undercity crown and the singular person who can quell the rage of the widely feared Dave (formally Bob) destroyer of worlds (who is a frog) requests you and your family to kindly gather all pigeons within your vicinity and bring them to Bonk so he can construct the greatest army that anyone has ever seen, the Great Pigeon Army. Already Bonk has amassed a great legion of trained pigeons but he requires more so he can complete his plans, plans that he says will be revealed when he feels like telling people. If you believe that Bonk will misuse such pigeonly power, do not threat for he claims that he will totally not use it for nefarious purposes, a claim that is reinforced by his many heroic acts across the years. In addition to needing more pigeon power, he is in need of generals so if you feel like you could lead a regiment of pigeon knights then contact him as soon as possible. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Signed, His Majesty, B o n k, King of Underloc, UnderKing of all Undercities, Hero of DuLoc, Lord of something

As Alexandros the Swift read the missive within his new abode, he remembered the events of the battle that took place. He remembered standing high upon that volcanic mountain, looking down upon the mighty Minotaur and its hideous Goatmen guards. His spear streaking through the air, like a lighting bolt sent down from the heavens, plunging into the goliath sized shoulder of a Goatman. The razor-sharp point of his bronze gladius piercing the side of another Goatman, stopping the creature from seizing hold of one of his companions. "Much kleos was earned that day!" Alexandros muttered to himself, folding the missive and placing it in his satchel. Alexandros looked fondly upon these memories, as they would be the beginning of Alexandros the Swift's heroic tale.

[!] In every major city a poster would appear. There would be many spelling mistakes within the poster but the information you can gather from this confusing mess of words is that a goblin named Bonk is looking for a job. Looking for Work [!] Underneath the title, the goblin Bonk, would be pictured in a strange blocky art style Deer Peepelz, Mi am Bonk, an mi tink it times fer me looks fer work as mi neds muney. Mi am willings to do a lot of things excepts things that might end up wid the Bonk selling his precious, HOLY, soul to demons ans such. Lat moight beez wonderings why mi moight ned muney so here some reeesons: Mi like muney a lot To create a independent UndurRexdom ruled by mi, Bonk A hat A throne Lat moight also be wonderings wat mi past work stuff was, ans below is all my past jobs: Priest Dancer UndurKing/UndurRex Politician Lawyur Goblin Mafia Boss Cleaner Assassin Writer Dark Lord Stable hand Scholar Farmer [!] it seems the words assassin and Dark Lord have been crossed out on all posters So if lat es enterested in hiring mi then send mi a letter or blah wid mi en pursons. Signed Bonk

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The Homeless Veteran [PK] “Tonight is an especially cold one” Stervon Shadowsteel muttered to himself as he held his hands over the warm fire which gave him some protection against the cold biting wind. You see, life has never been the same since Stervon Shadowsteel, the once respected lieutenant of the third brigade, left the Imperial State Army. As soon as he left ,he felt the error in hardly ever accepting his pay which was once a noble action he took as he saw the knowledge that he has made the world a safer, better place, a more noble payment. But in the end he found his beliefs backfiring on himself and he quickly found himself on the streets of Providence as a homeless man, begging others for food so he may survive another day. All of his children had left Providence and many of his friends had passed away, he had no one. Until one day one of the passersby was his old friend Methas Shaw, who gave him a room in one of the houses that he owned. But that didn’t last long as the house was soon evicted. Now he once again finds himself as a homeless man standing over a small fire at night trying to keep warm, condemned to a life of begging people for small amounts of money and scraps of food. He lifted a hand up to cover his mouth as he coughed. And at that moment he truly realized that he wasn’t the young optimistic, jolly man, he once was who wanted to save everyone from great evil beings. He was now an old man, all of his strength in his bones had now left him. But in the darkness that his life now was, he found hope in the form of old memories. The Cactus Café, when he first joined the ISA, his old comrades and his family. As he went to move his hand above the fire to warm it after coughing, he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest. His breathing slowed and Stervon felt like he could hardly breath. He slowly sat down on the floor, hoping that would somehow change what was happening to him. “Please not now…” Stervon repeatedly murmured to himself as his eyes slowly began to close. And as they closed his whole life flashed before him. It was a cold night in Helena and before him was his father, Arthur Shadowsteel, with a knife in his back, lying in a pool of red crimson. Next he saw a man all dressed in red and gold, standing upon a dais, the sun shining behind the man as he read the sacred words of the oath that Stervon would repeat that would make him a true member of the Imperial State Army. The next image was him looking up at a painting of the owners of ‘The Cactus Cafe’, Methas Shaw, Willem Galbraith and himself, those who he considered to be the brothers that he never had. The next image was Stervon helping his injured comrades into a cart after an Inferi attack while he was injured himself but thankfully not too badly injured. One of the final images he saw was his final goodbye to his comrades as he left the ISA, the hardest decision he ever had to make. “What a life I have had…” Stervon slowly murmured as his eyes finally closed, releasing one single tear which rolled down his old, withered face . Stervon Shadowsteel was dead. His life was now a story that would probably be passed down from generation to generation in his family. In life he did what he could to protect people from the evil that lurks out there. He never received any medals or hardly any thanks for his service to the Holy Orenian Empire but Stervon did not care for such things, he saw the Knowledge that he made people safer a better reward than any medal. Even though there have been many dark times in Stervon’s life, the darkest was the end. He died alone in a cold alley, no one to comfort him in his final moments. He had hoped to die in some great battle where he would sacrifice his life in order to save his comrades. Sadly, most don’t get to choose where they end and in the end Stervon died as a Homeless Veteran.

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My Maan Skins If your friend ever needs a new skin, say: “My Maan Skins” So yeah I do skins now, but guess what! They are completely free, I’m still kinda new to skinning so I’m going to use free commissions to try and level up my skinning skill. Even though I’m using this to get better at skinning, my skins aren’t completely trash and I will try my absolute best to make them the best they can be. Some Info: Just to let you guys know that I’m not Danish (because Maan means moon in Danish I think) it's just that AdventureMan was taken when I made my Minecraft account. I only do male skins sadly at the minute. I mostly do human skins at the minute but I’m willing to do Orc, Dwarves, Elf and Halflng skins. All skins provided by me are made by me. Contact me at: Discord: AdventureMaan#2645 Ign: AdventureMaan I post most of my skins on Planet minecraft: Planet Minecraft AdventureMaan ^^^ My most popular skin on Planet Minecraft with 106 views so far

Stervon was excited to go to war and to finally get justice but there was one bad thought buzzing round his head "What about our friend, Methas?" He says turning to Willem Galbraith "they may force him to join the Sutican army" But those thoughts were quickly forgotten as they were drowned out by drink as Matthias, Willem and Stervon joked and talked about the war to come