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>story announcement gets posted >announces deepfreeze on shamanism submissions >shamanism submission is posted the next day never change shamans

i like the changes because im tired of everyone and their mom having orc strength

Amun selected his Town Hall, also known as the Stassion Keep, and assigned a set of builders to upgrade it at a cost of both gold and elixir.

Idk how to do spoilers on mobile but didnt you just have a realm (norasath) that was completely and wholly dead Also far north = dead on arrival

"When you pick a side, you cannot expect to remain above the fighting." Amun declared.

"This wasn't what Petra should have been, either. We made a mistake!" Petran loyalist war-fighter Clyff Montagne, the Renatian Dragon Knight, spoke into Renilde's mind posthumously.

Accepted.

Before: After: Reasoning: Trees cannot have intercourse.

"You copied me." Hajj decided, sending a copy of his original missive to the sender of this one.

ten templillion templar spells

konichi'ug

"Lat'z nub been around in dekadez." Kho, the Wargoth of Clan Gorkil, scribed back. "Who ahm lat tu blah about wagh when latz nevur klomped in azh latzelf? Tu bi zo outraged at ah normal waghtik okkurenze zhows latz foolizhnezz agh inexperienze. Lat ahm relinquizhed uv da name Gorkil, agh if lat take anothur ztep further, mi will konzider lat whitewazh, too." "Alzo, wi nevur made 'em klomp. Dat waz juzt an idea."

Kho'Gorkil, who, in his younger days, was a warchief in the southern badlands of Almaris, nostalgized over the killing of Balianites. He remembered the great Balian Krugsmas Ball, and paid it tribute through this cactus year's Hyspian Krugsmas Ball.

Kho'Gorkil looked around, shocked at the lack of fight the Hyspians put up. Then, immediately afterwards, as prisoners were round up, he was shocked to hear that Haense and the rest of the alliance weren't coming for them. They did not want to fight. He frowned.

"Dere'z never been greatur." Kho'Gorkil proclaimed, a fine cut of pinkie-grub roasting over his fire. "Da zonz uv Krug peep viktory."

Kho'Gorkil, the Wargoth of Jreg's clan, watched in awe as the orc singlehandedly lugged back piles of loot.

"Da way dey'z celebratin', lat'd gruk dat diz iz da greatezt viktory dey've had in yearz!" Kho jested, before checking the statistics of the Kingdom of Norland. "Wayt. ."

I made all of these. Expect a player report.

By a pyre, the Dominus Kho'Gorkil sat, a shaman tending to his wounds acquired through the battle. He reminisced over the charge, his desperate yet infinitely exciting maneuver that lead to greater damage to the coalition than whatever call some short-lived human would make. Old eyes shifted over the young Vinteki orcs that paraded into the land, feeling equally glad at their arrival and envious of young orcs. Once he was mended enough, the Gorkil perused towards the young Rex. "Wub ahm lat grukkin, Grommazh?" "Many urukz will flat in diz wagh." "It'z better dan flattin' from old age." Beneath the night sky, the two orcs laughed - a symbol of agreement.