MaltaMoss

SHOUTOUT MALTAMOSS

shut up david

Dmitry Kagonovich the slobbering Raevir shoveling dirt into holes outside the family homestead cheers for his distant inbred cousin, Dmitry Barrow. "Hooray! Cousin, you write amazing letter! You have completely owned Novellen reject number 8,456! Yam so proud! Come, Mamej made cookies!"

A Raevir peasent cheers in Haenser pride as he lifts his pitchfork high above his head. "Death to Novellen! Yam hating of this Orenia! Read about in books!"

A Snow Elven warrior from decades gone past thinks solemnly in the afterlife, utterly baffled by this. "By Wyvurn they've said it with their chest! I never thought I'd see this day!"

Valentin Mareno peered down upon the Commonwealth from above, forever resting in the vast bounty of the seven skies. A deep sigh escaped the aged mercenary, a certain depressive twinge lingering in his voice. "I'm so sorry, Paul."

Midas Mareno drew the missive close to his face, being entirely bewildered by its contents. "Well then, I suppose it's that time of year isn't it?"

Midas Mareno can't help but smile as the torrents of rain strike the overhang above him. Time well spent in the city of the Elves, he thought.

Midas Mareno, stirred from sleep by the sound of sputtering wings, lazily rolls out of bed before casting sluggish eyes toward the open window. A note, left there by a now airborne courier bird, quickly caught his attention. Unfurling it, the groggy merchant began to mutter its contents aloud. "Midas, dear friend, best man, wedding? Wedding? The boy's getting married?" Springing from his stupor, Midas snatched his coat from it's spot on the ground and made for the door like a madman. "I'll need the first carriage, right to the land of the Elves!"

thats actually clean, well done

guys they figured it out idk how but they figured it out

In a cold and dimly lit room, an aged face scrunches up in visible frustration. Faded eyes scour the seemingly endless pages as the former bannerman seeks refuge in the text, hoping for a resolution to an undying question. It has eaten at him tirelessly, clawing away at the very fabric of his mind. Weeks turned to months, months turned to years, the sun rose and fell thousands of times. But Walter, the naïve and bright-eyed soldier who'd ventured into those horrors oh so long ago, still felt their eyes watching him as he moved on. He'd abandoned them there, he'd failed them. He'd left the man who saved his life to rot in the untold swath of the other world. "Oh, oh GOD!" He cried, desperate for his newfound faith to bring him solace. He could see them like it was yesterday, the Lord, the Ranger, the Dwarf. He still remembered their faces, all dulled and blurred by the tunnels. "Damn you, why must you haunt me!"

I always like updated and fresh graphics, they're clean. Shields are a dope aesthetic, but we can switch it up too. +1

OH **** OH SHIT ITS HAPPENING OH ****

Valentin Mareno greeted his blood enemy from the Seven Skies, unlikely allies forged from the collapse of their homeland. A smile spread across the old radical's face, a few sly words leaving his mouth. "They hardly knew us Pavel, for all we did, they hardly knew us."