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  1. On the way to Numendil, Leutwin saw Oksana, and the man who had donned the Mogg armor. He stopped in his tracks to see what the issue was. Remembering what his uncle, Emilio Varoche taught him, that a brick was a fine weapon to use. He charged forth and wacked the Canons Regular over the head with it after Oksana hit the Canons Regular in the head with her cane, the two killing him instantly.
  2. Leutwin nods in appreciation to his invitation.
  3. Leutwin Barclay looked at his invitation and smiled. He is happy for the soon to be wedded couple.
  4. Leutwin Barclay and Ser Viktor Ratispora hop off the boat as it rocks upon the shores of Savoy, grief for the ones they lost, but feeling a sense of hope for the future.
  5. U SUCK

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    2. Solour

      Solour

      GET OUTTA HERE GO ON. SKIDDADLE. SCOOT. GO

  6. After experiencing Ludrik's outrage, Tibalt Katzak then sat on the floor of the clinic next to Ludrik's bed where the man slept. Saddened to see the father of his tribe so deranged, he leaned over and hugged Ludrik, patting him on the head. Hours had gone by of him sitting there, he left a beverage on the bedside table for when Ludrik would wake. He stood up and made way to the exit looking back at Ludrik saying, "Feel better, Ludrik." Turning back to the exit, he left the clinic.
  7. NAME: Tibalt von Katzanik ALLEGIANCE: Minitz PROPAGANDA PIECE:
  8. Otto von Minitz and Leon would make to grab some Waldenian beers of the Seven Skies edition whilst resting in the 2nd sky
  9. Name: Otto Klaus Race: Human Age:19 OOC: In Game Name: alien_mc
  10. alienescence

    alien_mc

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "Well uh-" I stared at her for a moment, "I was in a cult full of canonists, in a small town called Alton" I toyed with the button of my vest, "If- if you were born into the town by one of the members, you were forced to be apart of it all." I paused, shaking by the though of it all, "Everybody thought there was no escape, until a group of members rebelled against the leaders of the cult. They started a fire to the buildings and stabbed people with daggers." I shook my head in sorrow, "I was terrified. So I fled to the wilderness and survived for a month with barely anything other than a dagger I picked up from the riot. It was hell. Then I eventually found this place and am still recovering from the hell I endured." He finished, staring at the old hag with a blank expression, taking a sip from a glass of cider.
  11. alienescence

    alien_mc

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "Well uh-" I stared at her for a moment, "I was in a cult full of canonists, in a small town called Alton" I toyed with the button of my vest, "If- if you were born into the town by one of the members, you were forced to be apart of it all." I paused, shaking by the though of it all, "Everybody thought there was no escape, until a group of members rebelled against the leaders of the cult. They started a fire to the buildings and stabbed people with daggers." I shook my head in sorrow, "I was terrified. So I fled to the wilderness and survived for a month with barely anything other than a dagger I picked up from the riot. It was hell. Then I eventually found this place and am still recovering from the hell I endured." He finished, staring at the old hag with a blank expression, taking a sip from a glass of cider.
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