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Cousin to the flayed Bjorn would cut the body of Bogdâg'Lak open as he began to contort it and shape it to his will, the ribs flaring back as it was soon made into wings which the Uruk could fly away on. "MAY THIS SACRIFICE PUT THE SOUL OF BJORN THE BRAVE AT EASE, AND MAKE HIS TRAVEL INTO THE AFTERLIFE EASY. MAY IT BRING HONOR TO THE LADY OF THE LAKE!" the boy shouted out as he hung up the body upon the platform which was made for the uruk, the blood dripping down onto the ground "MAY THE LADY OF THE LAKE PROTECT AND GUIDE US!"

Bruised, bloodied, and battered. His nose is broken and dripping blood onto the steady cannon which rests upon the San'Velku gatehouse, overlooking the many primitive and red huts of the sons of Kurg. Hands were tied behind his back and his feet were tied together as Bogdag'Lakul speaks out to the masses gathered below, announcing a sacrifice to his patron spirit. Some uruks take the liberty to spit at Bjorn as he looks towards the many huts, wondering where he f*cked up... Merely a lady's hour ago he came to sell an artifact to an Uruk which he had stolen from the Druids in the south, having taken it with the very man that was now about to sacrifice him. Yet he was betrayed and sold out by the seller. When they entered the city they were greeted by the supposed buyer, who was Bogdag'Lakul, but also by the Rex of Krugmar. "The orb is a weapon of Iron Horde and you will give us it!" declared the Rex towards the group of Redclyfians. "If yew ain' buyin' i' t'en f*ck off." responded Bjorn and attempted to leave after a while which he was stopped from doing. "You can klomp us for it." spoke the rex or the supposed buyer. Bjorn did not remember nor did he care. After haggling to no avail, they were forced into a klomp where they lost. Yet no magical artifact was to be found on Bjorn's body as they searched through him! He let out a crude laugh at them when they figured it out. Little did they know that he had given it to one of his family members when locked inside the city but time was running short since the uruks wanted to search through everyone.. Adaranth of Redclyf came to the rescue! Having made a fake beforehand and handed it to the uruks, managing to trick them into believing it was the real one. Adaranth managed to save the rest of the Redclyfians and the one who was handed the orb managed to slip out. Bjorn was to be held hostage until his countrymen returned with the authentic and real item. They never did... "Mig't aswell go ou' wit' a fig't." was the only word that escaped Bjorn's mouth before he turned around to face Bogdag'Lakul, gathering all his strength as he with great force kicked the uruk's leg, forcing him off balance and off the cannon! Desperation and a hope for freedom was the thing that drove Bjorn forward in a fight against impossible odds yet there was no fear in his heart as he rose from the cannon, bunny-hopping back onto the floor of the Gatehouse. He had two options as Bogdag came to cut off any chance of escape; jump forward and perhaps find a way out behind the corner to his right or get back on the cannon. Seeing that he had no other choice, he hopped forward only to see that there was no escape! Only a door! Bogdag raised his mighty axe and swung it towards Bjorn! He had to act quickly and react quickly! He threw himself forward and onto the Uruk, the handle of the axe slamming into his arm yet the Uruk stumbled back as he was hit with Bjorn 300 pounds of mass. The hit from the handle sent Bjorn off his balance, flying towards the right as he got closer to the balcony of the Gatehouse. Bogdag approached him again, swinging his axe down towards Bjorn in an attempt to split him in two! Bjorn began rolling on the floor like a madman, trying to get ever closer to the balcony as the Uruk either missed him or glanced off the plate armor of Bjorn. Bogdag had had enough of Bjorn's desperate escape and antics! He forced Bjorn to a stop by putting his foot over him as he attempted to strike him. Bjorn got desperate and attempted to kick the uruk in the groin to no avail. The Uruk raised his axe above his head before he swung it down at Bjorn. Bjorn dug his feet into the ground and pushed himself across the floor to save his head yet the axe came down on his chest, breaking ribs and cracking whatever was left unbroken. Axe raised again as Bogdag stood atop of him, feet on each side as he swung the axe down towards him again. All hope was gone... This was the end... Cleaved in two just like that? Would be shameful... yet that is not what happened! Bjorn rolled himself up into a roly-poly, bones breaking and becoming more cracked before delivering a mighty kick towards the jaw of the uruk, knocking him away several steps. Freedom was near! He could smell it! He could taste it with each breath and it tasted like blood! He got on his feet and a chase began. Bogdag charged after Bjorn as he continued bunny-hopping toward the ledge! He would escape and bring revenge to the sons of Krugmar for their betrayal! That was not to be. He slipped as he jumped over the ledge, falling over and rolling off the cliff, slamming into rock and stone as his body shattered and twisted, bone piercing his organs and flesh from within. A swift death. A quick death. A fatal bunny hop. His body was soon returned to Krug where they stripped it of its armor and began peeling off the skin with blades, leaving the contorted body skinless and naked before it was strung up in front of the gate in Krugmar for all to see...

The 200 Knights A Ballad detailing the Redclyfian Defenders of Amaethea during the Mori Invasion During the hard-fought siege defense in Amaethea against the Mori invaders, The knights of Redclyf were among the brave descendants who fought on the front rows of the walls. Although greatly outnumbered by both ally and foe, they put up a valiant resistance against the invaders as they attempted to scale the walls, mori being met with arrows, war hammers, swords, and cannonballs thrown at them. The Redclyfians were among the last to withdraw from the walls and Amaethea, having made sure their allies such as the elves and Uruks of the Iron Horde retreated beforehand. The Ballad has been written to commemorate their sacrifice, bravery, and defiance against death and impossible odds. It is played with drums, trumpets, violins, and flutes while the lyrics are sung from the perspective of a father to the brave warriors. A depiction of the 200 redclyfian knights defending the Amaethean farmland walls against Mori and dread knights. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The lyrics of the Ballad: Six of my young lads stay at home and hide the clear gold. The other six in elven lands put the swords to the test. They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! They raised their yew longbows high on the walls, then they let a volley out to the mori below. They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! They fought upon the farmland walls for 3 and 4 lady's hours, The mori fell at Clearon's sword like plants fall for a good scythe. They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! They fought upon the farmland walls, they were all full of wrath the mori fell at Bjorn's warhammer like the snow falling on fields. They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! They fought upon the farmland walls, tired were the redclyfian knights, the moon could not shine bright because of the mist of mori blood! They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! They are overwhelmed by the mori, slowly backing up, Then earth and stone shatter as Bjorn calls out "Death before Dishonor!". They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! So far reached the inspiring words, it resounded in the sheaths, The knights threw themselves back into the fray, held the mori off to let their allies flee. They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor! The knights fell back, they board ships all soaked in red, they have successfully defended their fleeing allies and all the descendants fled. They Ride out to Amaethea with fine maidens on their saddles! Fight the mori on the walls Death before Dishonor!

You could join the Redclyf-Rozanians........ We would love to have you with us homie........ I got slots open in my fam...... Hmu on discord MisterBlitzkrieg#7597

"WE SMASHED YA BOYS!!" shouted Bjorn of Redclyf-Rozania over and over again as he and the men of Adria clashed with the coalition troops time and time again within the streets of Velec, cutting down soldier after soldier even when his armor and weaponry failed him. He stood proud over the dead bodies, drenched in blood and dirt as he mocked the fleeing Haensetis, Balianites and Aaunites!

or you can come to join the redclyf-rozanians..................... (hit me up on discord)

Don't be near them then and if your rp leads to being in contact then so be it or just avoid him via making some excuse?

He did the time for the crime and has even been very mature about the whole situation. He gave a good apology aswell. I believe he should be very welcome back onto the server since PEOPLE CAN CHANGE (mind blowing stuff I know.) It happened 4 years ago also. That is alot of time for someone to change and move on. Stop clinging to the past and putting dirt on a new person who is very aware that what he did in the past was dumb af and f'ed up and is trying to better and distance themselves from it. Clown behaviour to make a public post about this man swear to god. The past is the past. If you drive a car while looking back all the time then you will crash.

Athanasios Darmos raises his bloodied spear into the air as he stands upon the dead Aaunians, bronzed helmet and aspis splattered with blood yet shining in the sun as he lets out his war chant "AWO AWO AWO AWO!" to celebrate the victory

Decided yesterday to fast alongside you muslims even though I aint one myself. Wanted to try it out inshallah

Hella based

Nice

Doesn't work since the font I want to use is not available on LOTC forums

Show later then bbg

How

What I mean is that I would like to see the ability to chose more fonts for your writings besides the ones we already have. The current ones are bland if you ask me and I would love to see some fonts such as MedievalSharp.

The Verdant Glades's: Grand Tavern Brawl Issued in the year 117 S.A Brawls in Taverns and bars might not be a typical occurrence on the continent of Almaris although that does not mean it isn't a fun and interesting way to spend the evening with the lads and loved ones, at least for those who are winning the brawl that is. An easy way to let out the stress and steam that built up over the week yet there is one downside to this. You might end up with a broken nose alongside unpaid tabs to the tavern. But what if you won something for breaking your nose and someone else's nose? Enter the Verdant Glade's: Grand Tavern Brawl! A free-for-all hand-to-hand-fighting tournament taking place in the Verdant Glade's tavern where you can break noses and jaws while competing for money. A prize pool of 300 minae will be given to the last man standing in the brawl.

"Cool"

Haflings are actually peace loving super soliders. They have struck down countless of men and left civilizations in ruins. Why does no one know of this? Because all the records were destroyed with the civilizations.

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