satinkira

lol at some of the voidal mages on the forums who are going ‘heh… no guns, doesn’t fit the niche’ whilst also having robot dog pets and magic-rifles. you are also part of the problem 

Fanuilos heryn aglar
Rîn athar annún-aearath
Calad ammen i reniar
Mi 'aladhremmin ennorath!

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
I chîn a thûl lin míriel
Fanuilos le linnathon
Ne ndor haer thar i aearon

A elin na gaim eglerib
Ned în ben-anor trerennin
Si silivrin ne pherth 'waewib
Cenim lyth thílyn thuiennin

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
Men echenim sí derthiel
Ne chaered hen nu 'aladhath
Ngilith or annún-aearath

@barclays

ALL WILL KNOW HIS NAME

why arent forum sigs working

happy VE day everyone

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

HAIL THE VICTORIOUS DEAD

SCREAM IF YOU LOVE AZDROMOTH

is it worth it

server is died ?

dont listen to these paladin nerds. take the azdrazi pill 

happy st georges day chaps

TAKE THE AZDRAZI PILL

idk if this is an only-me glitch but when I try searching up 'orc' in the search bar on the forums nothing comes up 

it is over

FACT: NINETY PERCENT of KINGS stop funding their COURT WIZARDS just DAYS before they discover the SECRET to IMMORTALITY!!! 

THIS is for Irene, thee rotund, white-fleshed, putrid smelling bacon-did-feed wench, why thee TOOK mine beloved's eyes out and flayed them, beat them to nigh death whilst their back was turned, thy TRIFLING, FILTHY, LARGE, ‘oompa loompa’, corse-haired rampallian WENCH! I'm coming up thither and I shall beat the ALAS out of thee, wench, and don’t rally your darkspawn-filth comrades, I shall cometh up thither unexpected and wail on thee rampallian wench arse; I KNOW OF THE FETID CARRIAGE THOU DRIVE and thou raggedy arsed steeds and ratty cloth. Damned tattered shoes, thin-haired, stenched dog, arsed wench! I'm telling thee, WENCH, I'm coming to beat thou for thou foul-mouthed, trifling-arsed attitude. WENCH!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIOGEN

We will stand on principle, or we will not stand at all.