Malta

errrrmmmm.... no???? lol xD

yes but how will I destroy my ooc minecraft enemies if I can't scheme against them I agree with most of the sentiments in this post, and think this is probably a good direction for the server to go in at this point.

The namesake of the Lowland Prince smiles, voice echoing loudly throughout the seven skies. "We're from the bay." Says one Valentin.

Somewhere lies the rotting body of a dead man, dressed in the ragged remnants of what used to be the garb of a priest. In that skeleton, that horrid forgotten thing strewn about on the lost lands of Almaris, was the memory of a ranger and his bow. There was a memory of a tunnel, of a brotherhood forged in darkness. There was a memory of abandonment, of guilt and sorrow. In the seven skies, Walter wept.

Henry De Flieve felt his wish granted, drawing his blade to go die a good man. "Freedom."

Somewhere in the countryside, the soldiers of the old world wept. The King of King's, the Mercatorii to rule them all, had fallen.

Mercatorii peasantry from the Southlands celebrate with a classic cultural dance.

Henry de Flieve gazed out over the battered corpse of the rotting Heartland, shifting slightly amongst the bushes. From the hills, he kept a watchful eye on the busy roads below. "Now, we wait." His crossbow creaked as an arrow slid into place, firmly loaded.

cause its a factions server

Henry De Flieve scanned the missive warily, scratching under his Fliever brand beret with confusion. "Sigmar, do they intend to let the Kinslayer go?"

Henry De Flieve, a bannerman of one Tiberias of Middenland, looks over the missive with a certain frustration. "Look Sigmar-" He grumbled, handing it over to his comrade in arms. "It's over."

is this ghetto blackvale lol

good work unc

A ragged face grows taut with a wide toothy smile, a persistent mania lurking behind the gaunt man's murky eyes. He scanned the document, opting to roll a pack outside the remains of the smoldering capital city of Vikela. "Real city boy shit." Grumbled Mukumbura Ivonavich. "Smoked like a pack, fake ass xannite." He offered Daahd'lur a hit, laughing all the while.

[!] A reply was hastily issued. To whom it may concern, Stop being a jackass. Me and my cousin are coming over there to set you straight. If you don't give me 29 more leather, I'm gonna **** your shit up. That is not a threat, it's a promise. Me and Steven of Adria are gonna come absolutely wreck your shit if you don't pay up. Signed, Mukumbura Ivanovich, General Secretary of the Collectivist Party of the Petran Commonwealth, People's Commissar of Defence of the Heartlandic Union, Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the CPPC, Chief Inspector of the Politburo

There is a different between human players and people playing humans.

Masked faces chuckled in revelry, glasses clinking and drink spilling. Gathered around in a grand hall, the veterans of a 200 year war joined in shouts of victory. "Ettorek Jainkoa! Brothers! We live another day! Bai! Bai! Bai!" Jovial celebration continued on deep into the night, dredging up memories of time gone past.

I remember when I joined the group and you made fun of me talking about how I was guarding a pedophile and I was an idiot bc I came from oren. lol jackass

I was a 14 year old Orenian screamer when the "Ferrymen" found me lying on the side of the road. The MRA had just been obliterated in another OOC wiki skirmish by the evil KP alliance and we were suffering greatly. They promised me great riches, wild adventures beyond my dreams. All we've done for the past 3 years is troll a little, make a couple failed nation projects, stab a lot of really angry minecrafters, and yell at each other in the snapchat GC. **** YOU @MickaelhzI WANT MY MONEY BACK We did nothing wrong (except sideswap that one time) and it's my honest opinion that if you're upset about being murdered by other minecrafters on minecraft you need to find a different server.

"We the son's of Horen, the righteous and the just, we must liberate the cravens from their eternal cowardice! Rise from ye holes hobbits, cast your blades to the ground and accept true freedom under the EYE OF HOREN!" Shouts a purple-clad preacher, riding through a Halfling shantytown screeching about the inevitability of Horen's return.