Smmer

LEAVE ME ALONE VILE WRETCHED BEAST

I play because people do your mom jokes and i aim to make them miserable so much so they quit the server so they stop doing your mom jokes at me

Mi hopped off tuh cart at UZG, wib anh dream agh mi Luzk, Welcom tu tah goi ub fame excezz, am mi gunna fit in? Jumped in tuh cart, here mi am fur tuh furst time. Peep tu mi right an me zee tuh Krugmar zign. Thiz iz all zo crazy, everybody zeem zo famuz. Mi Tummy'z turnin agh mi feelin kinduh homezik, tu much prezure agh mi nervus. Tahts when tah cart uruk punched tuh bard. Agh a Krug-mar zong wuz on, agh a Krug-mar zong wuz on, agh a Krug-mar zong waz on. Zo Mi put mi handz up, latz zingin mi zong, tuh Pinkehz run away, mi noddin mi head like yah, movin mi hipz like yah, mi got mi handz up, latz zingin mi zong, latz kno mi guna bi bub'hozh. Yah, itz ah parteh in tuh U.Z.G, yah itz ah parteh U.Z.G

Stop asking to oust the individuals, let staff handle it first before we go around spreading names from unverified sources. If Yoppel wanted to reveal the alleged names he would but until the matter is dealt with for the love of ibless. Don’t start spreading names until an official statement update has been made.

thaaaaas crazy. To think mfs be sitting in vc laughing at the hard work they just wiped as if they did something…. 💀 Now they’re gonna be snitched on and ousted and demonized. Thasss crazy bro. Was it worth it?

IGN: Smmer DISCORD: Smmer SKIN: AMOUNT: 25 usd

what the f are half these nation names & titles i dont even know where half these places are. (Good post tho)

Blz no hate, choose nice instead. Literally you could be doing anything else instead of being filled with mean cooties, why you gotta be nasty mean spirited grinches tryna spread them onto people who don’t care nor most of the time that hate you direct to groups and individuals it’s likely they don’t deserve the vague targeted status posting or threads made to mock them. Literally you could be cool like me and walk around lotc as a banana man and it would be more productive and contributing to the server climate as a whole. Never been mean in my lyfe on the forums or in game (mods do not check my social spy logs i can explain via a steam gift) In all seriousness, it’s a game. You’ve got mad issues you need to sort out if you bring your personal life into a game meant to be an escape for most people, on top of that if you can’t separate ic from ooc you’re not emotionally capable enough of existing on the server with a toddler mentality. End of the day, be nice, behave, have fun. Why ruin the fun for everybody when you could literally be hosting a pillow fort event where you guys chill and drink coco. That being said please let me meme post :( i’m scared of forum warnings they don’t expire for years!

The fjord launch into a wood chipper is fast approaching

Proud of her sons and daughters Heidi Van Aert feels assured that they know what they’re doing and continues to leave her spawnlings be.

"So it would seem there exists even more living kin spread across the lands, though Acre has long since succumb to natures grasp it did not break our families spirit, many still live so perhaps we should call a reunion... Fear not Aunt Ida (?) family is closer than you think." A woman said to an armored knight who had accompanied her to the stables @Tide1 her fingers tracing over the words to ensure she knew exactly where to go to find Ida. She was then helped onto her steed tucking in a copy of the missive into her cloak, holding onto the reins she would take off from Veletz the woman seemed to be riding forth to Whitespire.

my favorite lisp friendly woman, give her love.

A hastily-drawn sketch of the dragon. The date is 14th of The Grand Harvest, year is 143. Dear whoever finds this missive, I have written the following account because it is imperative that this information is publicly known, and is to be believed if we are to ensure let alone prevent disaster from occurring as this land has no true means of protection against the full force of a dragon invasion, for what I saw could topple kingdoms and turn the land to ash. Within one of my longer ventures to the north of Aevos, to collect herbs and flowers for the local healer within Veletz, I was caught off guard at the sight of something I had only seen within the stories my father and mother had read to me when I was little. I saw a shadow soaring over me, it’s body larger than a carriage, it was then that I looked up the thing was dark-gray, somewhat hard to make out against the clouds as it was to fast to properly make out and to high above the ground so I could not try to get it’s attention even if I wanted to thinking it was all clear in the open I began to move off, when suddenly the beast turned it started nearing the mountains I had just collected flowers and herbs from, ducking under the nearby trees for shelter it was then when I turned around to see where it was going that it vanished into the mountain side which I suspect is where its lair is. I was quite frankly shocked and frozen for a long time… against my better judgment I followed suit. I had only seen these things in fairytales and figured because it seemed to look as if it was returning to rest now was the only time I could get a closer look at the creature. For many hours I had to traverse through the rocks and cliff faces of those foothills as I followed, but I thankfully managed to keep my footing along the mountainous terrain eventually finding the right direction and place I had seen the creature fly towards or into with nay an idea what to expect, climbing my way up I could feel the heat, the smell of ash overcoming me as I got nearer and nearer. Eventually, after some further exploration of the area I managed to stumble upon an area that was ridden with caves and largely dug out tunnels possibly made by the dragon or some prior inhabitant of the area. The caves and deep snow held a beauty I hadn’t seen before in my life. I wasn’t able to admire this for too long though as I came to look around to the other cliff sides. I was able to see a large cave some distance away from me, perhaps 300 meters from me. I was shocked yet I had actually found what I had followed all the way to those wastes. Inside of the cave, was that large gray beast, slumbering quietly upon something.. Surrounded by what looked like a large plethora of eggs. I managed to get nearer into the cave thankfully I believe it was asleep, though I cannot be certain of this. Additionally, I saw near the mouth of the cave, there were oblong objects strewn about. I could not get a very clear view due to the distance, but if I am to take a guess they were bones and other trophies the thing took as it’s own. Suddenly I heard a low grumbling roar, it would shake the ground which meant one thing, I had to leave immediately if I was to be able to write about this discovery. I was lucky to have not been seen by it and to still draw breath. I made my way back south, away from all of this. I felt delirious and nauseous over what I found, and the exhaustion that had set in. I hope you read this missive and trust my words for this land is like no other and if we are to ensure its survival we need to rid it of this accursed fiery demon. I seek aid and assistance, I wish to assemble a group of dragon hunters if such exists to venture forth into the wilds and slay the beast where it rests for I fear that once those eggs hatch we are to late. Please send a bird to Aestrid (smmer) for more details. (I literally cannot add spoilers on phone but this is a public missive placed around every nation every board i can get my grubby little hands on ur fine to comment publicly)

Aestrid thinks the marshal Hendrik is pretty cute n also gives praise to who ever made the well formatted and neatly organized forum post.

We do a lil race-ism rp. I don't have a lot to add cause it's not my place to speak on it but its very easy to accommodate and change your terminology if a user is upset by the language used by you or other individuals. Darkie however, feels so out of place and unnecessary.... I get the whole grr me am dwarf hate elves for what they did to my kin gimmick but as someone familiar with the aformentioned in the report. Do better?? its not that hard.

↬ Discord: U kno ↬ Skin Name(s): Gloomy & Tudor ↬ Bid(s): 20,20

Ambience “Kindness, something so simple and overlooked in importance yet it could mean the difference between making an enemy or a new friend. For the people of Acre, the Musins and their metal men, the Wizards and their magic along with one special wizard named Greg the ‘big boned’, The people of Haense who allowed her to live despite the numerous antics and tantrums and lastly the Du Locians who despite accidentally throwing alchemist fire on her, each of them showed kindness towards a feeble minded creature and thus earned their name and place as friend and family especially the De Vilains who gave her a home, food and showed what it truly meant to be in a family a normal family...” Each striking blow that grazed her body would send ripples of memories and visions, ones from her past she had long since forgotten on her desperate trek to find where her home truly was. As the sword cleaved into her leg she could reminisce about the numerous attacks on Acre she had to defend against, helping Gustav to hold a portal open so that they could vanquish a demon from their lands as it had become such a frequent occurrence within those lands. However, her time spent reminiscent would be bittersweet and cut off just before the conclusion as the armored men in an attempt to subdue her began to cast and hurl flames towards the creature thus causing another memory to surface taking her back to the two times she had been set ablaze by alchemist fire on accident, the scars years later still permanently etched across her body, in wounds and cuts she hadn’t bothered to care for so they could stay there for her to remember those events by. The smell of flames entering her nostrils would take her back once more as she clinged to life wanting to relive each of these times once more, bringing her to the time Acre would host a feast where she helped to make food for the first time and it was met with great success despite the numerous burnt meals she had prepared all she could remember was their happy faces and compliments telling the simple creature that it had done a good job. Continuing her pursuit of such similar feelings of gratification the Olog would in an attempt to cater to the small mouse men coming to visit with their metallic creatures spent hours of her day making tiny Musin sized products of honey in order to give it to her new furred friends, all of whom she would be mindful of and careful of not to upset or trample upon frightful of their might, strength and knowledge that they might possess. While an ologs belly may never be full, Grub often found herself at times torn between accepting a bribe to satisfy her hunger or to wave it away… torn between desire and instinct only because she felt wrong, she felt something new - a feeling of guilt if she were to take food not given to her at Acre where her Family were. It was where she wanted to be, becoming frightful overtime of the unknown outside of the forest and farmlands. Her mind raced as each vision that passed began to crumble and fade, she was dying and there was nothing she could do about it. Her family and home were long since gone, as images from her past displayed themselves for the last time from the creatures escaping from portals in trees, the tentacle monsters, the obese wizard she carried all the way to a gravel pyramid, to having been turned into a bunny by one of those aforementioned wizards. Truly this creature had lived a thousand lives and had a thousand stories to tell yet.. She would be unable to do so.. Not by her death but by her incapableness, no matter how hard she tried, learnt or studied it never seemed to settle, it never seemed to click unless it was basic enough to grasp, matching in intellect to that of a mere toddler. Despite not knowing emotions nor the meaning behind common ones such as sadness, depression, regret and guilt it would be obvious to those gathered around her witnessing her final moments that Grub had been suffering from years of true mental pain as tears streamed from her eyes with sounds escaping her maw akin to that of a creature in agonizing physical and mental pain, years spent being mistreated, alone and pushed out of place from place had caused her to break in her search for home this trauma she endured was likely something which she had been in for some time now.. Gazing upwards she saw the masked bronze face lift up and in those remaining last minutes, she saw not an enemy - not a stranger but someone from her family she thought she had lost, she knew now she could go, to no longer fight nor walk the land in pain for she found her home. Home was where her family was and by his side she would allow herself to pass, echoing the words they had taught her years ago. ”Family.” before the creature's eyes drew to a close, collapsing onto the ground with a heavy thud the ignited flames that took up the majority of her body had begun to extinguish themselves. By his side she would die for she will always remember who her true family were. She will always remember never giving up in an attempt to free him from his “Prison” in Haense despite the threat of guards and their weapons blocking her path each time. He was a mentor, family and above all albeit strange for an Olog, he alongside his son were like father figures to this creature despite it being hundreds of years older, they had taught her more than she could ever learn had she been left to wander alone… Grub was finally given reassurance that she could at last sleep and join her family. Carrying with her a thousand lives and a thousand different stories to tell them for she truly had seen so much and it is with that she allowed herself to pass on, content with the lives she had lived, the family and friends she had made, and the stories she created.