Viraj Dobrial

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i watched my cat die yesterday and this image made cringe harder

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I'm workin' on it!!!!

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This is my new layout idea for the Aaun capital. What do you think? hospitol (for hurt peeple) Norland Embasie ____________________________ chirch 2 (druid palace) / druid observation tower \ \ palace | | | ______________________________________-- chirch | | _______________________________________| | unattended boomsteel | | | (property of Oren) | farms bank ___________|____________________________|__________________________ | | win jail observation bridge | markit area | jail | dow _________________________________________________ more farm ___________________________________________ ____|__________| | | | ___________________ ___________ | ________ backup bridge parts government place | | ______________ | court ___________________________ | __________| | \ second bridge Aaun 2 docks | ________________________ | | |----------------------- /-------------\ | __switchback ___________ | | / \ justic | | | | / \ | |______________________________ | | | smol :3 house | | | | | | * second bridge (cont) | | more | e | |_____________________________________| second docks |__auxillary boomsteel| | | | riserve | | bridge| |_______________________| | | bridge troll apartment | | | | SO! What do you think? Sorry, I coudn't attach an image (and I accidentally deleted MS paint :( ) EDIT: my layout got messed up. Mods, can you help with this? UPDATE: City schematic has been fixed!!!!! Take a look: __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ | Shopping Center hospital (small) |treasure chest |1 /\ /\ /\ _|_______________ Druid Palace || || || Temple and Church THE PIT _________________ New Government Building housis | __________________________________ | | | jail observation | | Pvp Arena Pit | boomsteel well (unattended) | | | _____________________________| _____________________ | | | | farms | marketplase | | | | | jail | | To Norland | | | | | | | | __________________ |________________________________________ |___________________________| water | | |||||| | | | | |||||| | | | | |||||| |jail observation deck 1 |troll hut | | |||||| | | | | |||||| | |____________| | more farms |||||| | | |||||| | bridge 1 | |||||| | _______________| poor people ||-----| | || | __________________ | _____________________________| / \ | | | smol house :3 | |bridg| | | |e 2 | | | | | | | | | more farms | | | | | boomstel | | | |auxilary storage | | | | | | | /---------\ | | | | | | | troll | | | | apartment| | | | | | | | | | | |___________| docks | harbour

favorite roleplay moment is when i was in the MOJ and i got to do super secret spy assignments. Also The Rot temporarily becoming canon because of how popular it got, that was funny. I am in a better place than I was a few months ago :33333 music records: -King Crimson -Walter Wanderley's "Rain Forest" -Machinegirl thank u so much for response :*((

when they unban me i will join st and implement the rot (real)

Concept is in title Ask me any questions about me, Viraj Dobrial, the real and actual guy (Viraj Dobrial)

WE SEE DE! TO THE CITIZENRY OF VALLAGNE: I am officially announcing my candidacy for the 1934 Mayoral Election. The following is a list of the goals I seek to accomplish during my tenure; however, above any of them is my desire to act as a mouthpiece for the common people of Vallagne. I wish more than anything to act as a bridge between those of our working class - the rentors, the farmers, the craftsmen and the beggars - and our legislators and royalty. "De" Duncan Kame'eleihiwa's platform: 1 - SOCIAL WELFARE As mayor, I will dedicate a portion of the city's taxes to subsidizing our agricultural sector. The surplus of our harvest will be distributed, by need, to eligible citizens, who will be able to apply for a program that distributes food to those who, otherwise, would struggle to afford it. While the city has made great strides in making housing affordable for all, I feel that this final step will help eradicate the blight of poverty from our great city once and for all, and allow every citizen, now free from the burdens of merely surviving, to live up to their full potential and give back to this nation. 2 - CRIMINAL REFORM Having been a fugitive of the law in the past, I understand how one simple mistake can ruin someone's life forever. Our greater Petran community should strive to uplift and forgive one another, and to allow those who have been tempted by the vices of Iblees to redeem themselves. Eligible criminals would be offered the chance to go through a period of indentured servitude to the state, while learning the skills necessary to function in a civil society, and providing labor to the city that may otherwise go understaffed. We are a civilized nation; there must be alternatives to imprisonment or death for our criminal class. 3 - SECURITY That is not to say that the lives of our citizenry are to be taken in vain. Under my administration, the systems that strive to protect our nation will receive extra funding - namely, the Riverguard. Enrollments to the Guard have decreased in recent years, and we must find ways to improve the security of our Capital, either through heightened recruitment or through funding better equipment for our soldiers to ward off any violent threats to our people, both foreign and domestic. 4 - BUSINESS Of course, to fund all of these new ventures, we will need a greater supply of tax money. This should not come from raising the price of real estate; rather, by subsidizing businesses to operate in Petra, the taxes collected from our stalls and business-oriented buildings will increase. Encouraging satellite markets for some of Vallagne's artisan goods will draw in visitors from across Aevos, both to purchase our finer products and to become citizens. These goals, of course, will be impossible without the vibrant people that have made Vallagne such a wonderful city to live in for such a long time. If anyone wishes to comment or critique on the preceding promises, feel free to send me a letter regarding them and I will respond in due time. Sincerely, Uncle Godfather Steward Duncan "De" Kame'eleihiwa De. Now You See.

Surname: N/A. First Name: De Prefixes: Uncle Steward Godfather Man Of Stone Residence Address: Lyons Lane 3 Year of Birth: Unknown (MC NAME) gamerdude09

GOVERNMENT NAME: De SUMMER’S OLD (AGE): I lost count. Over one hundred summers have passed. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A CITIZEN OF PETRA?: I am legal property of the state. VOTE GRANTED TO CANDIDATE: De ((MC NAME: )) gamerdude09

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As the final piece of aged marble fell to the ground upon the soot-stained grounds did the man, older than his time, sit down, as dusk broke over the mountain. His 100th birthday had come and gone without anyone to celebrate it with, or with the mind to recognize it. He took but a moment’s rest before a courier appeared before him, parting the dense, dimming fog with the wave of a hand. “You’re with the construction crew for St. Lothar?” he asked, holding out a piece of rough, poly-fibrous scroll, held together by a fraying piece of twine. “I beg your pardon?” “Grand Duke’ll be here with the rest of the team soon. Figured you were project head. Pass this on to him and the Duke, won’t you?” The old man sat silently, staring blankly into the eyes of the courier through the narrow slits in his helm, that inner cold piercing out and striking a chord deeply within the poor man; one that escorted him from the long abandoned hill in less than a minute. He’d grumble with a rue he’d grown accustomed to at that point. “Damn Imperials coming to start more trouble. Should’ve killed the bastard while he was still grieving,“ he’d spit, tearing away the twine and unfurling the missive, letting the contents, splotched with homemade ink with what was left of his decadent mind. . . . "Horses! Horses, fine bred, yes! Come over and, ah... buy one!" she'd trail off, letting her body fall slack. Shaking her head, she'd pull tighter on the stubborn, mutt-like horse into the town square. Bar-goers at the Novellen watched, occasionally popping a smirk or snicker before downing their beverages as the two were dragged along by the frail, discolored thing. It was a mare they'd found at the bottom of the steps, trotting through the weed-filled wheat fields that cut into the bank of the river. It was a struggle in of itself to drag it up the stairs; now, it would be a completely different ordeal trying to pawn it off to some sucker. "Yes, you, sir in the brown coat! Well- no, not the one with the wig. No, not the soldier. Yes, you! Please, do come over!" "Carted it over from Arcas! Yes, a fine bred- no, no, that doesn't mean it's forty years old... No, please! Come back!" After dragging the starved thing around Providence for the past day, the two siblings collapsed on the steps to the Novellen; their horse, collapsed unto its stomach before him, legs broken and splayed out unto its sides. "...You know something? I've been ranching these things for ten years now, and I've never seen one do that before." "Not the best sign. Think they could stand to get back up?" The girl whistled; in response, the horse's face fell further into the ground. "...Forget it. We're not selling this thing. Guess we'll have to find some other way to eat tonight." Both of the two, begrudgingly, looked upon the greatsword laying between the two of them. The boy in blue picked it up, heaving it across his shoulders, and sighed, before lifting it above his head, and slamming it down upon the cobbles. . . . A trail of reddened, black sludge seeped into the ground before the armor-clad figure. It stained nothing; leaving no mark upon that heirloom suit, the only proof it had ever existed were the thankful, exhausted cries of the knight, leaning back against the pile of rubble, missive cast to the side. As he wept, that reddened substance would seep through the paper; pieces of that substance seemed to lightly tug at it, as though desperate to scan, memorize every character inked into the page, before becoming wisps among the fog, dissipating into the air. And as that ethereal substance was cast into nothingness, what remained of the paper would fly off. Sunlight fettered through the uneven textures of the broken paper, dampened by morning’s dew and whatever had fallen from that broken creature’s armor. One piece was caught upon the trees; another landed in the center of the pond, slowly melting away into an illegible, pulpy mess. The rest continued to be blown away, strung about the rocks of the valley, and caught upon the sticker-bushes and briar-trees that lay a carpet of green upon those untamed hills, where they would lay till nature or traveler did them waste- no more the sum of its parts, but forever divided, destroyed, irreparable. Maybe it was better this way. After all, he could always get another copy. “Finally… We won.”

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For it was in this fresh genesis that he now stood, basking in the gleam of the Reborn. Speechless, but for a whisper. Everything in its time...