Jump to content

Pancho

- Aether VIP -
  • Posts

    647
  • Joined

  • Last visited

Everything posted by Pancho

  1. Merry Christmas!

  2. Ser Jose Fuentes looked out to the world as he sat in a nondescript field. He had heard of ceasefires during the short occasions of such holidays. All he could muster was, "Apparently, there is no honor among men anymore."
  3. "I coulda swore we all agreed slavery is bad." Ser Jose Fuentes, a Southerner, commented.
  4. Ser Jose Fuentes, a proud Yacht Team Operator, smiled onwards as they gained another faithful ally.
  5. mfw I hear about an appeal where my name is dropped more times than fifty cent says "fitty."

    1. Show previous comments  15 more
    2. ScreamingDingo
    3. UnusualBrit

      UnusualBrit

      Why do you do it

    4. Hunnic

      Hunnic

      Someone spill the beans. Stinky mods may have hid it

  6. Ser Jose Fuentes sad by the aviary for hours, awaiting a response from any of the coalition members he had reached out to regarding the late night raid. He looked to his brother Pedro, the only two guards who had even bothered to do guard duty. They had rang the bell, they had tried to warn the guests, but all for naught. What was he to do?
  7. ↬ Discord: PanchoII ↬ Skin Name(s): Striped Mercanary ↬ Bid(s): 20
  8. ↬ Discord: PanchoII ↬ Skin Name(s): Striped Mercanary ↬ Bid(s): 16
  9. The Vale is doing the Haelun'or method, crazy

  10. See Jose Fuentes looked up from his studies as a messenger dropped the missive on his desk. He silently read it before putting it to the side to finish his courses. “About time.”
  11. Aldric Ludovar looked onwards towards the Petrine lands. He remembered when Renilde I had used men of Veletz to threaten him and his wife when she split the House of Halcourt. “You reap what you sow.”
  12. Ser Jose Fuentes cheered as he was with the captain!
  13. warclaim pushed back to 12:30am est

  14. Roleplaying on a roleplay server is crazy! Some people seem to hate it for some reason..

    1. Crevel

      Crevel

      Everybody knows that you're doing erotic roleplay Pancho. You don't need to tell everyone. We know

    2. Zolla_

      Zolla_

      thats crazy

    3. Pancho

      Pancho

      Was more talking about the paper flood, but if it fits your fantasy Crevel 

  15. “This is our peace.” Jose Fuentes commented from La Dorada.
  16. Justinian Belisarius, a Custodian of the Order, prepares to aid Father Stanislaw in his quest.
  17. Cerrick Sh'aro, a local Bojotian warlord, prepares to enlist in the Levy!
  18. Ser José Fuentes smiled as he read the agreement. He took his steel and began to make his way off, taking the motive in his back pocket.
  19. As the day set on the victory at Breakwater Keep, Ser Jose Fuentes looked out across the land and towards the heart of the League. As he set his sight northwards, he saw a gleam of light off a city of white. He silently prayed that the High Elves had the senses of their rulers of the past.
  20. Ser Jose Fuentes walked into the Ferryman Keep. He then walked out of The Ruins of Ferryman Keep. With it, he hauled his stack of steel.
  21. “Interesting…” a man from nowhere in particular stated towards Squak’s remarks!

  22. "Remember King Edmund!" Ser Jose Fuentes yelled as the Hyspian Regiment moved crate after crate off ther merchant ships. As war supplies flooded into the capital, each one was stamped with the slogan 'For Edmund.'
  23. Ser Jose Fuentes flipped through the new issue of the Kaktuz Weekli from his desk in Hyspia. He nodded along as he read the stories, cracking a smile towards an imaginary camera. "Even though we are on opposite sides of the war, I never miss an issue of my favorite newspaper, the Kaktuz Weekli."
  24. A Hyspian Nationalist frowns as he reads the missive. He hands it around the makeshift camp the Regulators had taken up refuge in whilst on patrol. Slowly but surely, each of them nods as they realize they must make peace to kill the bigger threat.
  25. Ser Jose Fuentes stared towards the Orcish lands from his desk across the river in La Dorada. He silently drew on his cigarette before throwing to the ground and stomping on it. His fingers tapped against the warm sandstone as he nervously chewed on his lip. "Esto es un pepinillo."
×
×
  • Create New...