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AfroJoeTheOlogBro

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  1. Hums to himself as he reads over the post upon the wall just outside the Worker's Guild office, nodding to himself "About time they got married. This will be a lovely event"
  2. The old goblin shaman, heaving his mighty turtle shell with a chorus of toalaks from within, looks skyward, humming lowly as he mutters to himself. He had spied the massive bird like creature, unsure of its origin or being. Letting out a snort and a spit upon the ground, the goblin heads to his small shack "Tyred of all diz big zpewk zkah rumblin duh Uzg. Firzt Gazzie ****, now diz weirdie birb....tik tuh tayke peaze frum duh zki again"
  3. A goblin, known well to the Norland people, would sigh contently upon hearing the news of a treaty, bobbing his head in approval "Hozh tuh gruk wi nub gotz tuh hav our peeplez agh each othuhz throatz. Repairin duh damagez of Akila duh Mad iz hozh indeed"
  4. An old, scarred and maimed goblin sits within the depths of the Krugmarian jungles. Despite not being a druid, even he can notice the surge of growth amongst the flora and fauna alike, humming to himself as he looks about from his small swamp. "Hrm......Zeemz Freygoth herzelf iz danzin in duh Uzg....kuriouz tidinz indeed....."
  5. Rylanor Goldhand hums, looking about the peer as his metal form ticks away "Well.....This is new.....Curious. I shall investigate"
  6. A withered, old goblin hums lowly, reading over the tattered paper that made its way into the far reaches of Krugmar. He hummed lowly, before casting the paper aside with a yawn "Diz bettuh nub be more Aengul zkah.....zwear tuh zkahin Krug......"
  7. Name: Rylanor Goldhand Race: Automaton Dwed Age: 9 OOC ign:TheBlackBobRoss discord: Scaramouche#0877 timezone: EST
  8. The mechanical dwed read the missive of the clan alliance, his unshifting steel face staring at the paper with blank, intense crimson eyes. "It is good kinsmen can come together clan to clan in order to uplift each other. Every dwedmar should do this regardless of clan, but this is a nice thing to witness"
  9. Welcome one and all to the grand opening of the Worker’s Guild of Kal’Mugdor’s Shop! Bringing to the people of Haense some of the quality goods of the Worker’s Guild of Kal’Mugdor, we are proud to announce our official opening! Currently manned by the metal dwed himself, Rylanor Goldhand, this shop represents the quality craftsmanship of the many dwedmar that put their passion and effort into each item crafted. Be it swords to necklaces, to even a thing as simple as a thimble. You think it, We make it. If what we have in stock is not to your liking, we can personally take any commissions and have one of many fine artisans of the Worker’s Guild complete your request. And as a thank you for the venue here in Haense that we are operating out of, we would be remiss not to mention Ser Zodd Calliban, who we can also direct commissions toward, should you wish to support a fine man and fine smith in your local area. This shop can be found at the address of Sigismund Street II, and we hope to do business with you soon. [Contact info for commissions: IGN: TheBlackBobRoss Discord: The Mountain#0877] [Contact info for Zodd Calliban: IGN: AdmiralLB Discord: Granddadmiral#3096] 𝓡𝔂𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭
  10. IGN: TheBlackBobRoss RP NAME: Rylanor Goldhand CANDIDATE: Norli Starbreaker
  11. A strong step in the right ******* direction. They heard we were fustrated with vortex affecting our rp and they answered. Absolutely delicious. Releasing that in tandem with vaults is one smart play I must say. Blessed be lads. Blessed be.
  12. Murdok'Lak chomped the bit of his pipe, shaped in the form of Laklul's tongue that came with the staff of Laklul lovingly made by a very old human friend. He muttered and snorted as he smoked his pipe and read the missive that had fallen onto his well-kempt hair out in the back swampy creeks of the Krugmari lands, where he sat, building himself and his life mate and cubs a shack to raise toalaks, praise the spirits, and generally relax from his rather war torn life "Hrm.......Well diz nub bode well at all.......Nubhozh indeed....." He patted his now aged and color dulling toalak mount, Grumbo, on its slimy hind leg before scrambling onto its back, beginning to ride to somewhere....
  13. Now. May be a bit of a dumb question, but is this tournament crp or pvp
  14. Well obviously the spirits decided the druids needed some snow over there! Its Krugmas after all
  15. The Goblin Rex of Krugmar chuckled to himself, resting in this throne as he reminisced the dying scream of the greatest kill he would ever be apart of in his life time. The sound of Gazardial's failure rung in his mind. "Mi muzt give rulg tuh mi kin, ezpezialli Drekur.....without mi bruddahz, agh all dezendentz, diz viktori wuld nub be pozzible, LUP ZKAHIN KRUG YUH ZKI BLIGHTUHZ!........Mi muzt gyve rulg tuh duh Kin of Brev azh lazt tik buhfore dae leave, tuh rulg them for duh wepun dere anzeztuh left tuh uz."
  16. I love this. Keep up to good work Dutch my boi
  17. The Swampgoth would scowl at the familiar hourglass symbol as he read the parchment, running his free hand across the scar a bolt of lightning left on his muscled frame. ”Zo.....organizin....are wi.....Mi will be peepin klozli. Mi remembuhz...mi alwaiz remembuhz.”
  18. Wondrously played! I love seeing and getting to read such delicious literature. I cant wait to see what unfolds from this
  19. MC Name: TheBlackBobRoss Character Name: Murdok’Lak Im ready to have some fun and mess about with some spooks! Thanks in advance for holding the event, the effort is appreciated!
  20. Murdok’Lak is the child of Bordu’Lak and Snegra’Lak. Ever since he was a child, he has found that he did not fit in very well with his peers. He shared the deep burning lust for combat as everyone else did, but his dimunitive size had him being constantly looked down upon amongst his fellow clansmen. Seeking a way to make his mark in Mau’Madur, Murdok took to roaming the swamps, finding a deep connection to the natural bogs and marshes of the land that makes up his home. He then began to pursue a life where he could cultivate this passion for nature he had, which he pursued by searching for ways to learn of shamanism so he could better dedicate himself to the Ancestors and Spirits and ascend the ranks of his clan. Finally having found his spot in the world, he has set out to begin trying to dedicate his every action to the will of Lak’Lul, wishing to honor the spirit and his ancestors of old. He has now taken to traveling the land of Arcas, exploring for spots of profound nature for Lak’lul to cultivate into new swamps, and sating his hot blood by combating the natural predators one faces when venturing into the wilds of the world.
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