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MasonMcBadbat

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  1. Sven welcomed the news of Krugmar’s arrival.

     

    ”And so the true fight begins. Let’s show this foe how an honorable klomp is fought. They will lie, cheat and coerce, and we will win all the same.”

  2. 1. The one thing I had trouble with as a casual coming in was the language. When I first started off as king I’d always need someone in the disc to translate for me. But that’s also kinda fun and different. Nothing felt similar and I’m always engaged at a Krug diplo meeting. It’s a hard thing to balance with pros and cons for sure.

     

    2. Some really cool folks in leadership. With Masouri, Mikaelz and Pancakez I’ve felt like I’m interacting with stand up guys. Everything’s on the table, no beating around bushes. It’s a breath of fresh air.
     

    The community has been really solid too with Krug-Norland interactions. We just had a convo in Norland the other day about how Krug has been awesome with us and our events, and how we really owe it to them to return the favor. We’re hyped to bump up that interaction and I’d love to build it up in the ways you’ve mentioned!

     

    3. The kind goon vibe is 10/10. I haven’t had enough interactions with the core community to see the issues others site, but if they are present, setting the example that good crits don’t excuse shitty behavior could really make the tone of the group shine. 
     

    Big fan of Krugmar, cool cap build btw!

  3. Sven lumbered across waves of grain, guided by the trampling steps of the man marching before him, mucking a path for the man to his back. His legs grew tired from the weight of his cargo, the foundations for the Elysian palisade. The sound of rock and gravel rustled all along the convoy as they advanced, one by one.

    Then, for just a moment, he'd glance off from his mission to the village below. He'd see the contrast of ash, blood, and disarray. The blood of a woman fallen just a day before, her ghost locked in the cracks and flats of cobbled stone.

    People met their end here, he thought. People. No renowned Northguardsman, finally meeting his end after a glorious life worth lived. No damned soul, guilty of crimes beyond counting, finally put to a rest well deserved.

    It was a woman. A woman and her kids.


    "Sven?" He'd shake from his thoughts to meet eyes with the man behind him. Alric, his trusted crownsguard, an Icathian, and a friend. Sven would pause a moment as he parsed the meaning behind his racing thoughts. He'd manage to convey just the one, speaking to his companion with a tone of certainty unknown to him all his days before.

    "In their haste for glory, they lost what made them human. That is a gash; cut deeper than our sharpest axes could ever hope to plunge."

    A moment.

    "I would not wish this on my worst of enemies."

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