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Sinding Labdacus would sharpen his steel awaiting for it to meet the throat of an Orenian who dared called himself a guard, awaiting to take their uniform and parade it around like a clown mask.

Aghuid Ireheart scratches his belly, sighing with a look of defeat on his face into the tavern to ask Dhaen again, what it says.

Aghuid Ireheart-Cottonwood would look over the missive and tried his best to sound out the words before walking into the tavern and pestering Dhaen herself to know what it means “Oi lass. Can yeh do meh a favor. Le’ meh kno wit t’es says. Oll oi can read es, Marig, who’s marig an wot clan do t’ey b’long tae?”

comrade, it appears that we are both in these forsaken foreign lands, let us escape together. on the wings...of an angel, and angel named mickaelhz...though he is belgium but all angels are perfect so ill let it slide.

+1, best moderator...though you are irish but everyone has their flaws 🙂

+1 I ain’t got nothin more to say and nuthin less.

Sinding Labdacus, a man that looked no older than 30 and no younger than 18 gazed upon the document that professor mickaelhz had written, his eyes a cool shade of teal not to light to seem unnatural and not to dark to seem weird. As he slowly exhales in...and out while on the roads of haense and norland doing his daily job of cotton picking, with shears made of a orangish brown copper shears, you could hear the ‘snip’ of the white, pillowy cottons stem rattle in your brain as it was cut smoothly by the orange-brown copper shears. Sinding Labdacus shivered in his black and brown bandit Gambeson as he walked through the icy wastes. His breath turning to snow as he exhaled through his cyan mask. The color fading from a dark green cyan to a lighter blue cyan. As he finished picking the cotton he began his trek back home to his band of rascals. With each step he took the cold earth below him would ‘CRUCH!’. Once he arrived back he would sit down near a fireplace. Sipping on a tankard of apple cider. The cider was warm and spiced and slid down his cold throat. He looked over the document one more time and rolled his eyes “eh, I’ll read it later.”

what happens when i shove hotdogs on my fingers?

+1

Aghuid Ireheart continues to run around the forests of Aegrothond, with his little Dwedki Kolmuth Ireheart. Together hunting foxes and rabbits, and bringing them home to Urguan, feeding the whole clan of Irehearts from the game around Aegrothond. Aghuid clearly was at peace with himself, he loved feeling the wind in his face as he sprinted through the branches, playing a game of tag with his little dwedki.

Dhain Metalfist ran through the woods, chasing after a rabbit, trying to show the rabbit what was on the paper, because he couldnt read "WAAAIT, slow down, oi cannae ron as fast as yeh, can yeh jos rehd t'es tae meh, dah well whoop meh arse ef oi cannae rehd et boy sondown." He would then continue chasing down the rabbit through the thick forest.

Aghuid Ireheart hacks off pieces of stewed Wood elf fingers and singing a song to himself “la la lala, oill ‘ave leatranes’s ‘ead, soon ‘ell beu dead, an ‘ell go on moi wood elgeh soup spread!”

Aghuid Ireheart does a stupid little dance, in the Urgaun tavern, thrusting his pelvis back and forth, trying his best to interpret how the wood elves and kaedrani mercenaries fight, he then goes back to the clan hall to check on his wood elgi stew. adding a few smoked cloves of Garlic to it. "Oi 'ope meh ken loike elgeh soup, hrm, wot eeef..." He then goes over to his cupboard and pulls out some ground up cumin, putting a few dashes in there, but he was preparing to take the bones from leatranis himself and turn them into stew.

(this song is a parody of the song Wu-tang clan aint nuthing ta f 'wit) Lur-Tang Klan ahm Nubtink dub Zkah Widd Lur-Tang Klan ahm Nubtink dub Zkah Widd Lur-Tang Klan ahm Nubtink dub Zkah Widd Lur-Tang Klan ahm Nubtink dub Zkah Widd Dere ahm nub playz dub run wen wi ztep indub goi Wi go boom, preepayur fer doom bam! pow! widd owur wulvez wi howul Wi ahm ztronk anz fazt, wi ahm zo hozh owur pretz hedz decurayt owur lodgze if lat zkah wdd uz, lat will be flat owur zpeer in lat back az fazt az uh hart uttack Krughai, hoo ahm, dat, lat nub heer, Lur ahm back maykin twiggiz zkreem wen wi uttack wi feer nubazh, oh nub, heer wi com Lur-Tang goth, bezt huntuur uv oll Put owur zpeer dub dah prey and it flat lyk dat wi zkah zhit ubp, everitink wil flat ukruzz duh greyt zuvannah, frum wezt dub eezt wi alwayz zmoke green, wi mayk dat zhit a feezt Owur goblinz are trickzurs, wi donub jezt wi ahm blezzd by lur, owur zhomoz dah bezt Wi mayk duh green, we zmoke duh green, wi ahm Lur-Tang Klan, mon wub do lat meen If lat want beef, den bring da rukuz Lur-Tang Klan ahm nubting dub zkah widd Ztrayt frum da hot dezert zandz datz buzted Lur-Tang Klan ahm nubting dub zkah widd Hah, ztep up kid Lur-Tang Klan lat nub want dub zkah widd Duh green comz owt dubmorro Huntz, zmokez, bizzar, bizzaro Wi zpittin flo, mor lokz dan u dooro comink dub a fork in dah road, wi mayk owur own path Green iz uh lejind , it maykz our eyez red wi nub need it doe, wi got enuff cred Pinkiz ahm lyk "oh nub, nub lat" yub bitzh, now lat will flat Wi act nub flat, Wi check lat on lat court, comink ztrait frum da Lur fort dat ahm duh home uv Lurgoi, duh koolezt uv da kool lyk a flazh uv liytnink, wi com lat lat fazt only azh zecund iz all wi need, fer lat dub flat Lur-Tang Klan ahm nubting dub zkah widd Lur-Tang Klan ahm nubting dub zkah widd Lur-Tang Klan ahm nubting dub zkah widd Lur-Tang Klan ahm nubting dub zkah widd

Aghuid Ireheard pulls off his necklace decorated with ears of all elves, but most prominently, wood elf ears, he dips them into a pot of boiling water, in his approximation to try and make elgi soup like his granpa Utak likes to eat "Hrm oi wondeh ef baker well let meh 'ave 'eatraneses bones fer t'es soup."

i want thomas the dank engine on my Dwarf RP server +1

Aghuid Ireheart sharpens his axe, singing a small hum he thought of, when the rex Ugrad “deng song t’e betch es dead, te grehnsken betch t’e wecked betch”

Aghuid Ireheart would run through the forests to Hefrumm, his adopted son Kolmuth Ireheart following closely behind him. Aghuid would finally be free of mind, glad that his kins for would be dessimated, though in midst of his weaving through tree branches, the thought of Durgar Ireheart rattled in his brain. He thought about him for days, not leaving his mind for not even a second “ un day, Durgar, oi well breng back ‘onah tae t’e Oir’earts, wit’ yeh boy moi soide.“

Aghuid Ireheart wants Gror to be in the Hall of Fame too.

Aghuid Ireheart sits in his clan hall and eats a cookie "hrm. es t'at a raisin, hrmm maybeh"

Aghuid sat in his forge. not smithing but listening, listening to the magma bubble, and the stone churn as his mind exploded with thoughts “whoy would moi ken beh so encloined te kell moi ‘alf brot’eh en a toime loike t’es, ‘e may ‘ave commeted wrong doengs, bot nae dwed d’servs deat’.”

while i do mainly agree with this topic, i think we should just redo the death system COMPLETELY, because all i see are people who get their arms chopped off in rp and dont want to deal with the sacrifice so they just have their characters die and they are back like nothing ever happened i admit that i have done this a few times but my persona never really stays the same after they die, something about them always aches or they lose a bit of their sanity each time they die. and i think it is just stupid to cut off someones leg and they just die and then later show up with that leg right as rain. ik that it could be seen as ruining your fun, but if i cut off your arm and i see u again with both arms, thats gonna ruin my fun because your not aknowloging rp on an rp server.

Dhain Metalfist would look up to his father as he read the tome and spoke softly once his father was done talking “But dah, oi donnae ‘ow tae rehd, yeh said et wow get pussehs and pess’eads” he’d scratch his thin beard and then turn to his brother Jorvin Metalfist “hrm Jorvie oi fink dah es a pess’ead.”

Aghuid Ireheart aint got the attention span to read this

Aghuid Ireheart brandishes his blood tinted waraxe and sets it upon his shoulder, to go do a deed that has desensotysed him from doing it so many times prior. The executioning of orcs, but only this time, he was being payed to do it “WELP LADS, MEHTS BACK ON T’E MENYEHS, LETS FOK SOME SHET OP!!!”