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Ragrin the 'dumb' and the 'mad' would read the missive, before his stomach rumbled similar to that of a belly of a cave before an ugly burp exploded out from his Ire maw. Ragrin would almost snicker and wipe his nose at the paper, feeling somewhat guilty for not being there at the attack itself, for he might have been able to aid Bakir in such an attack. Though nonetheless he still had his opinion, and then he let it out. I think it is harsh to assume, that these dwarves had wronged us first and left our home due to selfish actions. Would plot, even attempt an assassination on our KING, they would be deemed fools for even having the thought dwell around those troubled minds they all have. Though the need to call them out on it? And make it a statement via fliers around our own city. I do not agree, why not make action against their 'hill' and then demand an explanation?! Ragrin The 'Dumb' finished, sighing before going to make sure that the Grand king would be in his best condition, though not a shred of doubt slipped past his mind, as he knew that the king was more than capable.

The Von Draco Bondsman (not a doomforged, maybe.) would sigh at the recent passing of Argus

lol, I think CT needs a different color, that's the real issue everyone is scared to bring up smh... Though in actuality a lot of these points stand true in their own way, I feel like a lot of people who apply to CT do it because they got denied by another team, and see CT as an easy opportunity to get on staff, (in the sense, that hey I'll join that team get pex and + I don't have to do much work to improve the server !!!) though this is an arguable point and there's a lot more too it, It's just a shitty example. Either way who cares, just take world teams old color and make it the new ct color Also like to mention the use of advertising, strange how this system is not abused as the post states there are loads of social platforms (tik tok) that would get the attention of loads of people if not none, but still it adds a bonus and a benefit and makes sense.... This should of been used years ago.

A curious Doomforged said nothing and sprint jumped around krugmar, as if it was his to own.

woah

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nice post

Read the missive thoroughly, not a single word his eyes skipped over he read it like art with each passing moment he found himself to agree with the missive, wrote by the draconic prophet named the An-Gho. Then so his smouldering gaze finished reading it. A soft smile curling around his ash lips as finally the question the begging question could be answered, he only prayed there was no excuse rather that there was truth. for he practises this. YOL

errr never shot a gun would like to see this implemented. This looks like a legit post so I cannot say it is a meme.

nice post

The Doomforged raised the missive high to the sky before his duo smouldering eyes set on the paper, sailing past each word with ease. Damnation and lust filled his eyes; his ash lips curling into an ever soft smile as determination followed with his gaze. His form of ashened skin dancing as he raised his sword fire raining from it, he then chanted and prayed waiting for what is to come.

Ragrin looked through the signatures not knowing any of them

Ragrin looks around for a moment thinking why Urguan is going back to war with an already defeated nation. Nonetheless Ragrin was prepared for whatever the orcs had to reply with.

Booyah deffo done all this by himself simply the best!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFlR0FVQP34&list=RDOzRl2aM50SU&index=3 II The ashened dwarf, wrought with a duo set of smoldering eyes filled to the brim with a fiery tone and explicit wonder. They set upon an orb surrounded by dancing fire. Draconic scriptures of art and tales All are finite but indwelt with a spark of wonder and infinity. 9th of malins welcome Year 91 of the second age. For the longest time many moons have slept and swirled around since I’ve started where I have, and really it's hard to say how much I've learned on the knowledge and wisdom that I’ve been able to grasp on through this I gained the opportunity to have my dreams. Ohh my dreams are everlasting, they are forever. It's strange, it's beautiful and it's wonderful. So here I sit, here I dream and here I slumber pondering and wondering what is it ? What am I? Why am I here ? To bargain with life ? The half-breed filled with eternal wonder fell silent as he dreamt and slept Within the halls naught of dark but wonderful splays of fire The golden halls I am a herald of the titan named Azdromoth king of kings I am a disciple of his sons a follower by will I am a dwarf A dwarf whom is greedy cursed to be small Though I carry the blood of an elf, its blood swimming through my veins. The halls of enlightenment and the orb with ethereal wonder glowed and shined bright As the ash coated herald of the king of kings continued to wonder ? 9th of malins welcome Year 91 of the second age. Though fire dances with me It dances with you. I dance with it and I know It, I allow it. So why not you? It dances within us all, learning it and understanding it is all I do. I do not hate what I am I try to love it, I grieve my mistakes but I cherish them I hold them close I grasp on opportunities for the benefit of my friends and family So I ask you what am I ? And so the nightmare began, it crept, it crawled, it frightened its host. It slithered and petrified and filled the coal head with endless thoughts. His eyes swollen on the cold and cruel nightmare. So it emerged. The golden halls remained vigilant; they remained fulgent and ever so beautiful. The orb flustered with ethereal it flickered with dreams. What scares me death ? No - No it doesn’t but should it ? why. . . WHY!? I grow furious with myself as the roots from my blood clash with my bones and my head spirals out of control. Because of this curse, because of this forever dream fixated on myself I can’t stop asking myself WHY ? I have come to realize that I lie to myself to grant myself the benefit of the doubt. I keep arguing on why he fights them and why they fight us. Perhaps at the end of the day it's just power, perhaps that is what motivates men the finite filled with the greed of WANT. Of all things it's only to understand the meaning, the truth among lies. A stone that rests in an endless sea of sand sunk inside the deep depths. It's practically impossible to find but it exists! So that's what matters really, knowing something exists so you continue to live and fight for it. To die for it. Or am I spouting lies utter and pure nonsense make belief; a mere story that a drunk man spouts in a tavern. Or is it what I have come to realize during my journey this is simply another step along the long road I have delved into. Even when I receive clear and obvious answers my mind swirls and goes mad. It's as if I can’t comprehend such things. The dwarf rested alone, alone with his nightmares. Alone in the golden halls that sprouted from a seed engulfed by ash. His mind nor resting more hurting, a consent pain. But his eyes flickered with endless dancing, his ash coated skin and head danced with in tune of the cackling flames, the singing fire was nothing but music flowing to his ears. A Draconic beast fighting with a Lion. “Even a Lion should know when or when not to trifle with a Dragon and lurk around its den.” 9th of malins welcome Year 91 of the second age The Doomforged started to state with his ash tongue, the words flowing out as swimming fire. So here I slumber, and here I rest with my endless nightmare about what to think and what to drink BAHAHA. He snickered and laughed at his remark as he collapsed to the floor engulfed by the ash and surrounded by conflagrant fire. Then rightfully so the nightmare ended. And a wonderful dream began. In step the Lion out steps the Dragon, in steps the Lion, its mouth widened to then it let out an almighty roar! Then the great wings from the great beast started to expand, so its oven - maw opened to hiss to the cat, the cat fell to the ground, rightfully slain - there goes the cat As the Dragon enjoys its feast… The dwarf sang ludicrous words, it danced and it splayed a show before falling silent. So the fire rests. Then so the journey of truth and freedom Slumbered His mind at work, his endless thoughts on what man strives to be On the want and desire people need or act as if they need On what the dwarf wants…

A Doomforged read the missive, somewhat of a smile curling around his ash lips. "And here I rest, and here I break my slumber. . to find a dwarf to speak up so now the 'truth lurks at the break of the mountain. Wonderful ! How Splendid !

Ragrins tongue rests above his lip as confusion filled his eyes he simply slammed the paper into Larbas face @Sussy

The Doomforged smiles his eyes dancing with ambition as they flickered to the missive, he hummed as he read.

Nooo

Ragrin Ireheart grunts, though somewhat pleased at the kingdom being dissolved "This proves good and all though will Oren ever learn ? Matter what it returns and matter what they never learn. . . I do hope the farmers do something different with the kingdom they have just decimated so it will be different"

I A Doomforged herald sat alone; in the halls of fire. . halls of dreams and newcomings where it was once a seed, a seed sprouted from the ground to rebirth itself onto another engulfed by ash. As the dwarf sat alone his head bobbed left to right dancing it were in motion in tune with the unwearied resting fires that bellowed in the golden halls. His eyes danced with the melody flickering with wake and wonder the resumption of things his dreams were what one would describe as perfect balance even the one dreaming couldn’t make sense of it though the dwarf smiled with ambition; then his dreams continued with infinite wonder. Man is finite, but he is indwelt by a spark of infinity 4th of the Amber Cold Year 87 of the second age Its smouldering gaze looked to the orb for he believed acknowledgement slumbered within. As his crimson hues fluttered to the resting orb his mind continued to wonder ? I wonder how and why ? How and when ? Where ? The ashed dwarf fell dead silent as he sat alone. Alone with his dreams. The golden halls of fire and ash embered bright and beautiful Fire swallows the dark It outshines the light With it life can be made With it life can end With it you are you With it I am me With it I am you All bare fire so are we not the same ? Under the right guidance neither correct nor wrong it is simply right. Many examples can be set down. if one were born for a certain duty to a certain faith a certain path, does it mean his entire life must be devoted for it because he was told to, because he was born to ? Things change along the long road. To be different and unique is special. for that I undergo change I am different for that I am thankful for either at birth or our lowest points it allows you to create the greatest of change. For this I am grateful. Plant a tomato and pray for a tree then understand what I mean. The dwarf rested his mind at work As the third eye lingered There is perception of enlightenment The golden tongue Announced clearly

A Doomforged eyes flicker, a smile forms.

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