Cheezzy_Garlik

Glizzi’Gobbla’Raguk grins a toothy and crooked smile. Fresh blood drips from his massive maw as he gruks to himself “zo diz meen wi will wagh da twiggiz now?” he’d give a hardy chuckle and get back to smithing, working on a new spear to better kill elves.

I’m As American as American can be. But ur first amendment don’t apply too Minecraft, just like it don’t apply when u go to some other country. This is mineman, not the U S mutha fuckin A

Minecraft Username: Cheezzy_GarlikRoleplay Name: Aghuid IreheartRace: A fuckin IreheartTimezone: CST

Aghuid Ireheart sat in his clan hall, inside the armory. He ran his hand up and down the haft of his Lunarite battle axe. Gripping the tanned wood elf hide that made up the wrapping. Staring up at the dragon tooth that hangs in the armory, that was hung there originally by Kjell himself. With a chomp on his cigar and exhale of smoke fr his mouth, the only words to escape him “anot’eh day, anot’eh ‘ead for Clan Oir’eart!”

Aghuid Ireheart lets out a grumble as he reads the document, tapping off the ashes of his cigaar and taking a sip of his beer "hmph, t'es readen lessons en t'e loibrareh 're payen off. looks loike Durorn cannae 'elp but lose." He'd then set dwon the missive and get back to smoking and drinking in the Queens Bounty alone, within a smoky haze.

RP Name: Aghuid Ireheart Candidate: Durorn Ireheart (Masouri) Question: Wot well yehr ferst pr’posal to t’ ‘oigh Council beh as keng,ef yeh wen.

IGN:CHEEZZY_GARLIK RP NAME:AGHUID IREHEART CANDIDATE:DURORN IREHEART

Dhain Metalfist, sits down in his lab. several trinkets surrounding him. He'd read over the document while tightening a nut on his newest invention. and pouring liquid whale blubber down into a vial. Once finished hed shout over to his master on the other side of his wall "Masteh Morul, uh wots an Elrech?" Hed then close his eyes and try to call upon the void to light the wick of his new invention.

Aghuid Ireheart rose a tankard and cigar in his kins name "T'DURORN, NARVAK OZ KJELLOS, NAARVAK OZ KHRONAMMORUK!!! NARVAK OZ DURORN!!!!".

IGN: Cheezzy_Garlik RP Name: Aghuid "Longshot" Ireheart Rank in the Legion: Ironbreaker Do you agree to the rules of the competition? HELL YEAH!!!!!!

“ARUUUUUUUUUUU” Aghuid Ireheart howled raising a toast in the ireheart tavern raising a pint to Axel the *******.

Sinding Labdacus, one of the grunts of the “Ferrymen” wandered his way home to his small little shack in the woods afgernjust a day in the mines “Maybe we’re more than just roadmen” The man said, putting on a pot of tea over the fire and laying in his small dirty cot closing his eyes for some well deserved rest.

A LETTER WOULD BE POSTED TO THE TAVERN OF HEFRUMM, THE SUGARY *** Dear Hefrummians, I have done many wrongings in my time, and have payed the price for all of them. This wronging is no different. My crime was the assault of Karl Hefruuth Kunnek, High Cheiftain of Hefrumm at the time. My intent was not to murder, although it may seem that way. For this offense, I have been banished from the hamlet, and have spat upon my honor. I seek penance for my crimes. For you the people of Hefrumm, I say you this; "My actions, shall only scar my body. My Thoughts, shall only plague my mind. My sins, shall only bleed my soul. Till the day i meet with my brothers, I vow to never bear arms agianst the folk of Hefrumm, until one is raised against me or my clan." If these words, are not enough for you, i shall commune with the forests, with the new High Chieftains assisstance, to make my peace with Anbella. I have no goal in this message except to make peace between the forest folk and myself, and seek no forgiveness, so if you peoples, can not forgive me, then piss upon my feet, spit in my ale; but know, that I am forever dishonored by my deeds, and no act for these crimes ive commited, will be taken as offenses by me. sincerely, Aghuid Ireheart ᚨᚷᚺᚢᛁᛞ ᛁᚱᛖᚺᛖᚨᚱᛏ

The Mighty Raguk Uruk stomps his way to this newly allied nation, to ask for grub.

How long is the cooldown for collecting the quarry resources?

Aghuid Ireheart busts a move with his Dwarven Glee Club

I wish to own a bbible

Aghuid Ireheart sat in the urguani tavern, drinking some ale and slwoly reading the missive, and cracks his knuckles, thinking back to the good ol' days "wow. da rex nae onleh 'as tae meht our d'mands, bot olso norland now, oi wondeh 'ow t'ey are gonna do et, maybeh dey well jos dessapeah from t'e land unce more. hmm, welp oiv behn needen some new arse woipes, so oill jos get a few more grehnskens" hed say slamming the rest of his moonshine and go to forge some weapons for his clan, to help aid norland, if they were planning on it.

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Aghuid Ireheart, one of the forefathers of the fallen fortress, cracks his knuckles, getting to work on building the new armory of the new fortress, hoping to help it regain its former glory, taking large nails, made of crude iron and setting them up at the build site. also taking out a hammer and chisel, starting to work on defenses. " NAE WAKEH ES TAKEN ET FROM MEH T'ES TOIME, 'OI SWEAR ET!!"

Sinding Labdacus wanders into his shoddy, small shack, placing a kettle of water over the fire, awaiting for it to heat up, to serve as a warm comfort from the bonechilling cold of the mines, awaiting to hear the tales of his brothers in arms battles with the outrageously cowardly and petty humans thaat dare call themselves an empire, the thought of that alone made him chuckle, and brought him about as much comfort as the warm tea he would soon consume.

Sinding Labdacus would walk into his home, pulling down his black stained cyan bandana, dropping the large sack of coal onto the creaky, and old wooden floor and layed onto his cot, shutting his eyes to get some relief from his repetetive and hardy job of working in the mines.

Sinding Labdacus looks to Diome, his teal bandana turned almost black with soot "oii got none, oiive been in t'e mines all damn day, oii hope you all had fun t'ough" hed smile cheerily then going to bathe and hang out with his best buds the halflings

Sinding Labdacus has no idea what it means, but he thinks that his boss Antonius Horen would want him to show his appreciation for it so he gives a big ol’ thumbs up.