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Roleplay Name: Elric Nation of Residence: Savoy Minecraft IGN: mkPalDONhz

RP Name: Elric Duskbloom MC Name: mkPalDONhz Voted: Yes

"All 'dese orenians shall pay da' price afta' what they did a' Providence." The Grunt of Stone Towered declared such, staring at the captives within their foul smelling, rancid cells.

The Grunt of Stone Tower sat within an old decrepit bar alone, pouring two glasses of Myrinian Whiskey. One now in his hand while the other across of his being, for his fallen comrade. The bar awfully quiet, no patrons willing to make small talk with the grieving ferryman. Soon after downing both glasses, making his way outside before pouring the rest of the bottle into the earth underneath. Hands trembling as he pours the remaining bottle of whiskey, a deep guttural growl coming from his already scratchy throat. "Rest easy, friend. We knew wot' we signed up fa' wen we picked up da' cowl n' became ferrymen. I swear unto thee ta' be killin as maneh wigs before I meet ya on da' flip side.." "No mercy to da' wigs..." The Grunt of Stone Tower could be heard uttering such; soft as a whisper during this dreary night as he lumbers home drunkenly in an entranced haze.

The Grunt of Stone Tower reads the missive within his hideout while in the company of his fellow comrades before hollering at them. "I be lookin forward ta' a nice break. Whose readeh ta' get smashed?"

Reluctantly, The Grunt of Stone Tower nods his head slowly. "Aye, Capt. It woulda' do good to know who we be' keelin and dyin ta all da time."

The Grunt of Stone Tower grabs a nearby rag within the hallowed throne room of Urguan, wiping the gore off his armor as he watches the summary execution in dispassion. Now muttering to himself, shaking his head while the next prisoner could be heard being hauled pitifully to the front... "The Grand King is too merciful.."

Ulric Ireheart grins, full set of teeth showing. Almost drunk on his growing bloodlust as his eyes flicker rapidly, scanning across the missive "Meh axe thirsts fa' orenian blood. Ehm gon quench et wit' da wig splitting dats about ta happen, may we live'un turbulent times. "

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