Beholder

A song that defined a generation

A Dwedlass collapsed to the ground with a scream, glowing eyes turning into a raging inferno. She lay there, twitching.

A certain Dwarf didn't have anything cool or poetic to say, and she wasn't privy to the catchphrases of vampires either. She did, however, participate in the event and was proud of having been a major contributor to its success.

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Briga eats a potato.

Briga has begun to long for the days when Khron'Hundmar was still around.

Briga will continue to call this conflict The Cuckold War.

"Who th' hell even cares?" A certain Dwarf would be confused why this was that big a deal. She only hoped that her shop would remain tax-exempt.

A Dwarf is similarly stunned, appalled, aghast, and other synonyms for surprised that Sarah was a VAMPIRE!!!

Come at me

People are going to show that they don't like something one way or another, so why not integrate it into the forums by letting people downvote. I need my fix after Youtube removed dislikes.

"Oh hell yes." Briga was always down to drink.

Briga paused in her work to view the missive, unable to suppress a grimace at how things were developing. "...Mibbie ah shuid nae 'ave teld Alatariel where Vanessa died..." Hopefully the Dwed's little oopsie would not result in more death in the near future.

fire sord

When Briga was alerted to her friend's death, she was mortified. All the more so when the state of her body became known to the Dwarf. "Feckin' 'ell... Rosina..."

"Aye, congrats t'en." Briga nods, not entirely surprised with this outcome.

"Goddamnit." Briga groans upon reading the news.

"Oh feck yis we're duin tha'." Briga responded. @Lirinya

"...Okay?" Briga did not get it.

11th of The Deep Cold, Year 101 of The Second Age There comes a time when one must step up and do what they think is right for their people, when they cannot sit idly by and be apathetic to the plight of one's clan. For me, that time is now. Let it be known to all my kin that I, Briga Irongut, declare myself to be Clan Mother of Clan Irongut from this day forth. For too long we have faded into obscurity, considered one of the lesser clans by our brethren, and all but forgotten by the world. I aim to change that. No longer shall the Ironguts be considered a fading clan. No longer shall our kinsman look to the future with uncertainty. It is time for a change. I will rebuild Clan Irongut anew, and save us from the edge of oblivion. Irongut deserves a nobler fate than fading into the night, and under my leadership I will see it prosper in the light of day once more. Our clan was renown for the great works and magics we once crafted, and by Yemekar's grace I will reclaim those days once again. The realm will see the glory of our craft and know that Clan Irongut remains at the pinnacle of our field. Many might call me too young or brash to take up the position of Clan Mother. Many might doubt my prowess. I do not claim to be the best choice, but I am the one who is willing to take action, here and now. It is because of my impatience that I am not content to wait and watch the uncertain future of my clan. I will not stand by a moment longer. I call upon my fellow Ironguts to join me in seeking a better future for our clan, one that sees us standing again next to our kin at the forefront, rather than being forgotten in the background.