Saun_399

Submission time! IGN Saun_399 DISCORD Saunless CATEGORY Visual Arts TITLE Daybreak, Ailmere. Cultivation of National Pride. https://imgur.com/gallery/TbPfe1Q

Now stripped of his warpaint, with armour tucked away in a closet, suggested to be LOCKED by his disappointed mother. The son of Hawkins-Gylldene calls out for his father as he picks up the missive. "BABA. They mentioned you and UNCLE FARIAN again in the leaf!"

The Norlandic boy in question, still a child of thirteen and exhausted. Completely battle worn for the first of many times, and touching death so closely. Reeling in the celebration of victorious bloodshed, and soaking in the glory and camaraderie of his clan and Nation amidst the burning and ash-festered snow. In the dim light of camp he sat and allowed his father to tend to injury, a snap of bone he had ignored and let sit with adrenaline guiding him. He thought to the bravery of his nation and the success of it's battle plans. He also thought to the bold and brazen dealings of himself and how he prevailed, oh, only for his dear mother to give him a ferocious scalding for sometime soon.. For him then, the true war begins.

I drew that banner.

Diligent and from what information I have, a good response to the situation Wonder if the other changes will be public, like the reinstating of the mod he recently shot? Or the outcome of a player's report that he reversed? Either way, difficult but good work. I know I could never be in this position

Milk, Showlocke, Eso, and UNI <3

MC Name: eamgae Discord: saunless Image: Description of Image: Simple drawing done by a child ( My character Finnian ) Ferrets eating jerky. Artistic masterpiece. Dimensions: 1x1 ( One map )

A certain elf decides to live precariously, not just a statement of the matter but a new age for all. The Celia'norian Viscounty of Petra'nor is set into planning. ( Meme post, have a good auction! )

Why is it held in Celia'nor?

Aluthshae stands at the door of his outlet, armed with a long handled brush. Actively attempting to guard his wares and his floors from the feline ambush... No amount of 'shoo' is working to deter them. "This is ne ayla- I should install door gates.."

Aluthshae would view the contents of the flyer while locking his door- Then taking a moment to fold the paper and run the crease. The aheral mentally marking down the name, as he head towards the bureau to say his piece.

Aluthshae looked to his trusted friend attempting to read her expression as she stood rigid in the wake of the body. Wordlessly, he stepped up in her inability to move, shedding his long trailing cardigan and covering the body with the dark woven wool. Pulling it up to the face and scorched, long hair. Some recognition in his eyes quickly leaving as he managed to hide the poor girl's lifeless features from his sight. Tucking in the cardigan around her, before starting to lift the girl in his arms. Cradling her, only legs visible hanging from his arms and the draping fabric, darkened and dehydrated down to bone. He continued to hold her steady as the woman next to him dropped down and and broke, clinging to her daughter before he could pull the girl away from her forever. Not letting himself be dragged downwards by her grasp, just watching as his dear friend grieved.

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IGN: Saun_399 DISCORD: Saunless CATEGORY: Visual Art TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: Pumpkin carving with Aran and Lesley

Under threat of paper and spoken word, did those scorned individuals flee. Gathering what belongings could fit in hand and sack, and taking to the street under shroud of darkness, with darkened hood and cloak to provide second layer of secrecy and comfort. Under night's unbiased and protective watch, did those now with few options left decide to abandon home, with fresh goods still in pantries and letters unopened on porch. Eyes meeting in low lamp light, no words to say as they join hand and walk swift, their thoughts communicated simply and without needing a voice. Lurin wakes to a morning of... less. The streets feel slightly more empty.

A..aaall.. of it..? I have read through (0) all the way. I have read through (3) Like, some of the paragraphs. I just ask Meteor dragon if I need to know lore.

"I did everything right and they indicted me" - Trump idk, copium is getting expensive these days Can it be a roleplay moment that I wasn't part of? Because hearing Juni be in a full cast and just... picked up out of her wheelchair and placed a few meters away. That shits funny. Also, I like blue and green now. When I was a kid, I LOVED yellow. Aha, hah. Hahaha. You are. The me who you?? Both, wtf? If I want savoury, monster munch. Sweet? Tangfastics. Two of my favorite things. Love dogers, but jaffa 100% Hobnobs. But this was close. SHREDDIES. Hate Krave I had that once and bleh **** this was hard, Chocolate fingers. Wotsits. Hula hoops are like.. ow. They cut my mouth. Penguins. Why would you ask this. Chocolate brownie. That green triangle thing, and strawberry delight. plain galaxy, milkyway and the teasers. Skips, but pombear also bussin Pringles as a kid, sensations as an adult. Kettles, but they're mad expensive, so... French fries! I'm gay af, I pre prosecco. I just like it more than vodka honestly. My mate does vodka and OJ and that weirds me out.

I cant swim :( Also, Probably another 2-3 years, I'm only 22 and I'm full into the grind. As long as my mutals here keep going, I dont see why I'd leave

I may have been a day late to post this, and I'm namedropping who told me to. Meteor__Dragon am I doing this right? I'm British, I've been here for one year, and I made ST without knowing the lore, AMA

Man, Todd was legit. Just get him back, if you're so lucky

All my max horses have been nerfed to 12.99 as the maximum they can go, is this permanent? It removes a large market of horse breeding and trading, and slows transport down to annoying speeds. What was the reason for this?

⭐ IGN: Saun_399 ⭐Discord: Saun#6570 Category: Visual Arts Title: End of an Era.

The question immediate, and expected. 'Why are you here?' Hand lowering with cigarette dropping embers to the stone. He didnt even blink, words falling out without thought, as if without weight. "Because Nememne is dead." Simple, impounding. Little else needed, nor able to be conjured. Long nights spent preparing himself to give news she could not deliver, the letters she did not write. Thoughts of Manon crossed his mind, but he instead turned to grip neck of another bottle, standing alone in that kitchen with the balcony doors battered open. The smell of the salt sea making him feel sick at every breath. It was quiet.