MaltaMoss

any excuse to dunk on vallanor down with the tyrant

Malin’s Covenant Published; 8th of the Amber Cold, Year 126 of the Second Age Amidst ivory towers in an old city square, the friendships of times that came before have conceived unison once again. “Better together then separate,” the words of Vytrek Tundrak echoed in the mind of a waylaid Mali’fenn warrior. The Valkyr, Connak Tundrak, plodded along to the land of the Mali’thill with his companions by his side. Reminiscing of the time when the Elves had worked together, Connak spoke. “Valas, Hürin, Avarel, it’s time.” Before long, the gathered Valkyr assembled to travel to Celianor, where a meeting was held within an ivory tower of knowledge and progress. The mali’aheral gathered after an audience with the ruler of the land of stars, “If we do this, we shall learn from the mistakes of our forefathers.” Valyris conveyed her terms; the mali’aheral gathered their advisors and governance, an accord was struck. “We band together to fight the Mori’quessir. We are better together.” The ensemble of Valkyr descended into the noble lands of the Mali’ker. With every mission out of Talar’fin, the Valkyr spread their message far and wide. A message of unison against the Mori’quessir, of a return to a time when the Elves worked together, rather than keeping to their own corners of the world. Connak then spoke with a friend of centuries, Netseth Loa’chil; “Are you with me, old friend?”

Valentin Mareno rolled in his grave.

Father Walter felt a rumbling in the ground as cavalry thundered outside, his eyes scanning the missive from his rented room. He knew what must be done.

motherfuckers will fr say the most abhorrent, specific, targeted nasty things in rp and be like "yh but i dont even know what a racism is"

Father Walter gazes upon the announcement with pride, beaming for his homeland. "Vienne was rather ugly anyways. By the grace of GOD the land is marked with beauty once again."

the title of this post made me spit out my drinkl

why did you not brutally die in savoy like me and @Milenkhovplanned you had one ******* job

I dont think we ever interacted with you once

As the MRA godfather and resident schizophrenic vomitposter I must concurr with the sentiment that we, infact, did nothing wrong. Anyways yeah we got a lot of OOC pushback for our generally non-threatening demeanor and friendly cooperation. What I remember was funny about it, is that we stuck closer to oren because of how other Anti-Empire insurgent groups treated us at the time. Gustav and the revolution guys often harassed us for being "Oren Plants" ect. Btw the MRA guys are looking to come back and im glad there is still some love for the type of things we used to get up to Viva Mercatorii n that

holy **** he did it again long live the ISA

An aged Snow Elf sits silently upon the tundra, squinted eyes carefully scanning the document with some confusion. After a few moments a deep sigh escapes him, dissipating silently into the frigid air. "We gave them everything Vytrek, and they squander it. I suppose you can lead the horse, but you can never make him drink."

how the **** did you know about this im in shock i am literally dagoth'ur, what the ****

holy shit this is literally humanity

god i ******* hate you rukio you rat bastard

Your honor he's guilty he did it all from the shadows

The Mareno's eyes scanned the declaration, Valentin feeling a sense of burning hatred fire up in his chest. "No right." He muttered, swearing silently to himself. "The Penny Duke has no right to be making demands, let alone demands for honor."

dude ive taken so much ******* Adderall these ADD meds are crazy see you later dude thank you for blessing us with quite possibly the best LOTC copypasta in the server's history you were a wise man with a moderately level head, rare talent godspeed

Valentin read the paper with a smile, resting his hand loosely upon his sword's pommel. "I did tell them didn't I? It wasn't just us going hunting! Vilac, fallen so far."

Valentin Mareno, his knightly honor and title rightfully restored after the defeat of the Penny Duke, smiled as his eyes scanned the Petran forest. He felt a swell of pride in his chest. In that moment he reached down across his breastplate, retrieving an old cigar that a certain Archduke had given him many years ago. "So Gustaf, I did good didn't I?" He turned his head, speaking to someone that wasn't even there. His eye twitched, brimming with a repressed madness. The Mad Dog of Acre lit the cigar, smoke pouring out from between his lips with every puff.

Valentin eyes the paper with a deep interest, happy with it's contents. "The Consort sat there the entire meeting and provided nothing but crude comments and belligerent childishness. Hopefully the man is less wrathful after sleeping on it."

Valentin rolled one, sticking the spliff directly between his lips. A chuckle escaped him, a certain madness lurking in his eyes. "He couldn't keep his wife, how does he expect to keep a country he's no claim to? Madness!"

Valentin Mareno, sworn protector of Renilde I eyes the missive with great distrust. "Paul, I've come to fulfill my end of the deal. Your posthumous payments kept me afloat all these years, I suppose I've a job to do."

Valentin Mareno begins to weep uncontrollably, the memories of his fallen comrades flooding back into his head. Oh if they only knew what they were dying for, what all their sacrifice would lead to. "Old Comrade, how I've failed you. I'm so, so sorry."