Gnomeh

The once daughter festered over the missive, carrying the news to all whom she had seen fit to receive it, finally leaving the news with Isilmelire to print around to their kin.

It is sad to see that the superior race of Wonks are now being diminished to mere frogs. :(

Ekyth'aher, clanless and young yet driven by ambition, signs the charter (IGN: Gnomeh)

Hey if you need one of these played. . . reach out or smth

Lenores chaotic daughter, Leytura, emerged from amidst the wilds after a couple of years of exploring and causing mischief, and now she has returned, searching for her mama.

All of them would use Kirby I think. But I think the Witch would be partial to Jigglypuff or Pikachu/Pichu

[!] A missive would be pinned all across the Fjords of Norland To my kin of the frigid fjords, Nords and Norns, I call for you all to band with me, hold a blade and a quill close to your side, for the winds are disturbed and the night stretches unusually longer, encroaching upon the dawn's territory. Join me in aiding against whatever this ‘Watcher’ reminds us of, the veil that has thinned. I have already begun scouting the dense environment of Norland in search of more answers, and my labour has proven to be fruitful, and so I ask any whom may be interested in joining me against this threat, or promise, to meet with me as our minds can be shared as One. I personally advocate my closest allies; Thegn-Iulius, Yelizaveta, and Ulfric to accompany myself; but should you feel capable and adventurous, join us also. - A Becomer, just like you.

"We shall turn et to ice, and make snow cones from its corpse brother!" Another Gnome called aloud to Soxton, slamming his staff on the ground.

You think it is missing the MADMAN niche with Leytura around?

Only if you do your entire attunement vision using AI also

I'll ask the classic question. What has been your favorite Roleplay moment of the server?

Another gnome, a gnome of good standing, wandered amongst the village of Amberdell. His eyes began to grey as they reflected the words of blood upon each door, and his teeth grated against one another as black smoke subtly spiralled around his arms and staff, speckled with golden grain "T'is es shameful, an' I shall be back teh condemn yeh. . ."

"Thats our last name. . .?" Leytura's gilded eyes scanned the letter before laughing "I would love teh come, but I wont be paying"

You need to stop cooking, mars.