Valannor

Accepted.

Accepted.

okay but how did running the event on your own with two accounts go? would you do it again? :P

A Keeper of Xan would beam as she read the passage in the local newspaper, nodding at the satisfaction of a job well done. She prodded her daughter with an elbow;

"Look at that- that could be you one day, oem'ii!" 

@Lockages

Accepted.

Honestly, I echo your sentiments regarding MaltaMoss, and my own interactions with this extremely problematic moderator are much the same as your own. Action needs to be taken against this legitimate criminal who is crippling the foundations of our wholesome, family-friendly community! 

Accepted.

Accepted.

Denied. 

Accepted. 

Denied. 

Accepted. 

Happy turkey day, Laltyl. I hope yours was a good one. 

Terry needs dropped, 2/3 

Accepted. 

1 minute ago, Aaunic Roleplayer said:

because furries comprise about 100% of the issue we have with ERP in the server, which is against the rules.

No that's elves, human roleplayers, and the rare orc. 

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4 hours ago, PinkPyro said:

A fellow member of the Brotherhood looks over his brother's report

 

"Any reputable nation should not allow such vile creatures to go unpunished"

 

 

Accepted.

Denied. 

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A Keeper of Xan would blink repeatedly in confusion at the contents of the missive, blankly staring at it for some time before she mustered the words;

"Right, that's ne how it all went down, and- er... What is this odd obsession the Nephilim have with my Lord's nether regions? Is it possible they lust for what they can never have? And what is with this... psychotic rambling towards the aether?

I am so confused..."

Fair tidings, those of Krug, from the Empyrean.

We are scribing this missive in response to the recent happenings and accusations of late, and the tragic events of the prior eve - the KINSLAYING of the venerable ancient, Skaatchnak’akaal; an honored acquaintance whom We held great respect for. And so it falls to Us to provide illumination from our point of view.

Two days prior, thereabouts, we were out and about looking for fair Krugmarian Urukhim when we came upon the hamlet of Un’satum - and to our band’s surprise, we were welcomed with open arms - and even the Gravekeeper’s Aberrants were embraced as brothers! We were brought into the walls and given free drinks aplenty, and we partied on in merriment with the Un’satuumites well into the morn. As a gesture of camaraderie, we were even allowed to erect a great monolithic spire to display to all who would look upon it! They encouraged our conflict with the War Nation, and so we left in peace, thinking nothing more of the matter. 

Yesterday’s eve we marched into the realm of the War Nation, and strove in non-lethal combat against Venerable Skaatchnak, so that we might take him as a prisoner to sue for peace in this ill-conceived war - the Ancient rendered soundly asleep with no blood being spilled. This was done, and we assured the singular solitary defender that yet stood in the War Nation that neither he, nor the Venerable Ancient, would be harmed if we were let to pass. As we made to depart, we were shocked to find that a warband of Urukhim from Un’Satum - in the company of a devilish Voidal Magus - set upon us like rabid dogs, even as we warned them of the Ancient Skaatchnak’s perilous state. 

What followed was nothing short of unrestrained malice.

In an instant, the magus conjured a great spear of fire in his hands, and hurled it directly at the unconscious Skaatchnak we held in our arms as the Krugmarian Urukhim watched in horror. An explosion of flame followed, and the corrupted embers quickly consumed Skaatchnak’s form, immolating his flesh and killing him without mercy nor pity. The fight that followed was a meager trial, with the only true wounds suffered being easily mended once the COWARDLY warband retreated from our onslaught. They ran as cowards did, unable to lay down and die as they should have after their cold-blooded murder. What followed was the collective mourning of Skaatchnak, and we left the remaining Urukhim in peace, with sorrow heavy in our hearts.

The Venerable Ancient, The Rex of Fire, Skaatchnak’akaal was slain by kinslayers. And his death shall be avenged, and the life he lived honored. 

Lup'Skaatchnak'akaal.

The Barrowlord of the Empyrean chortled in some vain, far-detached sense of amusement at the missive - lavishing its many glaring inaccuracies. It took to the depths of the tomblands to scribe a reply...