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Within what cave and or chamber Ashera had managed to find herself in, she would take out her weekly news letter dump, taking interest in the parchment above in specific as she nodded her head in agreeance.

Requests done so far: Vullier Rozania

Barclays always welcome to send me group screenshots for me to think of something

(I will edit this as I take more screenshots. But that requires fly and time which im lazy so yeah if you want me to take screenshots of your nation or place just write where you want me to take an ss of and ill do it later tonight) Some smaller scale screenshots I've taken and edited VVVV P.s I also do fake album edits when Im in the mood for it. I also can do themed screenshots if you need them id just need time to work on it and creative freedom vvvv

Discord Tag: U know meSkin Name: Lady witcherBid(s): 25 Discord Tag: U know meSkin Name: Christmas ravenBid(s): 40

Discord Tag: U know meSkin Name: Lady witcherBid(s): 25 Discord Tag: U know meSkin Name: Christmas ravenBid(s): 25

Ambiance Continuing to walk the lands, a hunched figure - whose skin at first glance would appear coated in a thickened layer of blood and mud. Through the air lingered a stench of a beast who long since felt the cleanness of soaking in warm waters. Yet.. for all it’s disgustingness, for all those that they encountered that seemed to shy away from such a grotesque exhibition, it truthfully cared not.. It did not pay attention to them because she did not understand what was wrong with how she looked and smelt. With each step up the treacherous terrain a new memory came to surface, one that brought a smile upon the creatures tusked maw. For she felt happy, she knew what it meant - what it meant when people told her that they were happy, a feeling she was only told about yet never experienced until now. She had learnt what friendships meant, what it stood for to be a guard and protect the ones she loved most to her when those kind enough to take her under their care showed her how. Though there were times when she didn’t understand their harsh tones, when they ridiculed her race, a decision she did not choose. She didn’t understand prejudice when an elf told her “No orcs may enter!” she did not quite understand what it meant to be an Olog. She only knew how to fight, it was what the world she had been born into had taught her since she was a cub. But with her limitations such a feeble mind one akin to that of a child, she could never grasp what it meant - for no one taught her what it was or what it meant to be anything more than what she was created. Standing at the mountainous peak with winds blowing against her skin the fe-Olog, bloodied - beaten and bruised listened to the sounds of the winds as it graced past her only remaining ear. Pausing for a moment to take in the large world that unfolded before her eyes, for she may be a giant to many - but she was no giant compared to the vast size of Almaris. Staring out towards the horizon something lingered within her mind, for once she felt so small in contrast to the lands that she had spent days… Weeks.. Years walking upon. Through the lands she thought she knew. Drawing in a sharp painful inhale the Olog who rather than to have treated and cared for her wounds, allowed them to fester and rot - for rather than to seek help and rid of her of the pain had been crippling her body she chose not to. For she had seen the future of her fate, she had seen what she could not prevent if she did not act before it happened. The image of bloodied corpses littered her minds, of people who had taught her new lessons, both friend and kin - their lifeless bodies laid to rest upon the ground as blood stained the Ologs hands, whilst the same set of words repeating within her mind. “You killed them all.” almost mockingly taunted her. Sluggishly she shifted her stance, taking in her left hand her sword, and within the right the set of armor she had always been seen wearing since she was first able to fight properly, bending down to place it quite carelessly upon the grass as she stepped forwards - her body seemed out of breath, tired and would evidently begin to start slowing down at quite a rapid pace - she was near the end of her times, quietly she began to lay herself down against the softened flowerpatch before her - for this was a place she came to quite often.. For this was where she could be quiet, where no one disturbed her - throwing food at her feet, only using her as an object rather than a creature worth something more than her own muscle, as the fe-Olog made herself comfortable an emotion surfaced…one that she did not quite yet understand - nor one that she was taught. Tears, not crocodile nor fake - real ones that began to seep from their eyes and fall onto the flowers below, opening her maw to speak the Olog said - in full comprehension without stuttering, evident that she had taken some time to practice singular words weeks upon a time. “Pezt unly wunted tu PROTECT…” Closing her eyes, as sunset befell upon the land it would take a few hours until sunrise morning shine to reveal the sad reality of what had happened during the night. For this once loudly breathing Olog who made snorts with every breath she drew in no longer made noise. For she was now free. No more loudness from the world around her, no more pain in both heart and mind - For Pezt was now free.

wtaf @Josef_Rippelberg

Coward couldn't even post what you wrote b4, cluck cluck cluck - that was me making chicken noises in case you didn't know, people make chicken noises when they want someone to know that said individual is a chicken hence me making the cluck cluck cluck as an indication that I smmer am calling you Gavin a chicken with said chicken noises.

Contact: DogwithRabies#7302 Character Reference: Rather than pick myself from the plethora of characters i’d be down to spam you with all of the ones i have currently and let you pick ! (cute idea, can’t wait to see characters in ur style)

“Weird looking dog” commented a high elveness

Day 217 Journal entry 27; I have been trapped within the basement of Polysemic, I have been forced to write positive feedback and +1 all their forum posts. The nights grow colder and the light seems to dim ever so slightly everyday. I fear I am forever trapped, bound and enslaved to be nothing more than an object to rep farm for the lotc staff community.. I fear if I do not upvote that someday I may be banned for not aiding in giving them more reputation points. All I have on me are my thoughts, a cheap iphone 4 of which I use to log into the forums with - it is with great difficulty that I type these messages.. in secrecy.. I hope I am freed soon. I miss the sun.. i miss touching grass.. but here i am - forced to log onto the server to farm hours for my nation tiles - to also being used to rep farm for peoples forum posts... I hope that if I should die within this room that they find this journal - heed my warning.. hold your ground.. if someone asks you to upvote their post - DONT DO IT, DONT FALL FOR THIS TRAP. p.s how do I get my pasta to stop sticking to each other?

People who post just a -1 should be euthanized. But People who -1 and an actual useful opinion should be given a gold star.

I WILL FIGHT FOR ISRAEL

Stop writing weird lore around when a race is "culturally an adult" yet they still look like a child cause some fae mother was like "yo my kids finna be 120 but still look like they are 12." I get this is fantasy rp but you open the gates to some weird ass rp. This extends beyond just elven races, this goes for every race that exceeds a lifespan of over 100-200 years.

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-1 he threatens to block me everyday.