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Salium

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  1. "May the 'ata perish!" The young elf simply laid back atop the roofs of Elcihi.
  2. The young Mali'Thill would bring the glass towards his mouth for a swig. Spitting the disgusting Wick Chamberpot Wine onto the hard wood floor. "Indubitably. Serves them right."
  3. make me mod, ill reply to 200 tickets DAILY
  4. Havardr stood in the tavern of Osanora, sipping on the foreign flavor of Margarita's and Horchata's. A stranger passed the poem towards him, a light confused face was given as he gripped the parchment. Looking down on the foreign language, he simply shook his head and crumpled the poetry. Tossing it into an unknown corner, to never be rediscovered. "Damn foreigners and their propaganda."
  5. [[RP]] First Name: Havardr Surname: Audhild Age: 23 Reason for Interest: Confirmed alliance. [[OOC]] Username: Platnumb Discord: The True King Of Britannia#6115
  6. Salium

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    “Without faith, all is lost.” Havardr, where to start with the tale of the man with never enough. As a young child, his village was home to a few famous Warriors, one of those being a his father. But that was before he was killed on the battlefield. Ever since then, the town frowned upon the names of warriors, the taboo grew within the town, NO WARRIORS. It was a bit excessive but they didn’t want more mothers crying. But Havardr on the other hand, Havardr didn’t frown upon the name of the warriors who died. In his life all he new was pain and death, nothing really hurt the strong boy. He pitied them. His rough words were: “How pathetic? Can’t even do their job. Must have been fate.” He was poor growing up, his life only new hunger and thirst. Living on the rice farm, he was trained and grown up doing grueling work. Havardr was the only one working the farm at the time and it seemed to him that nobody else cared that their well being relied on his work. He was the one putting food on the table and he hated it. He knew that this was not his Destiny. This was not fates work. The sadistic child was simply looked at as naive and ununderstanding of the world. But no, he knew more about the world than most adults, he assumed the meaning of life was to follow your destiny and everything happens for a reason. Growing up in the small village it wasn’t hard for him to get bored, he needed a way out from the farming town. So. That is when he changed. He became the warriors his village swore to resent, but Havardr could care less. It was his fate, he was a strong boy, and even a stronger warrior. Joining the army of Nordland he excelled well in battle. But Havardr thought it wasn't enough. The now 19 year old man would be fed up with war. He looked down on officials as if they were children bickering their issues. He left. Havardr would leave the army, travelling alone, training, taking jobs. He was truly a nomad. Dropping his former faith after a literal war occurring at the Church of the Canon. He had no faith now, he was alone.
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