johnnydeath6

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Wyllm watched from his spot next to Ilmarion, his right knuckles left a deep red from his final conversation with Cassius, as the man he hunted for three years was executed, he never wanted to see the elf dead, he advocated for a banishment, yet once he was given a light sentence he squandered the mercy shown him and this is where they had all wound up. Wyllm watched on wordlessly as the Ker' was riddled with arrows and bolts before he composed himself leaving the courtyard.

"This is complete and utter ******* lunacy" Commented a captain at the blatant injustice being written.

i love this

"See you soon, Hermano." Thought a long dead Salazar from the seven skies

Wyllm sat himself upon a bench with in the city of Idunia, puffing upon a pipe watching as the smoke left his mouth and drifted into the air. He hadnt witnessed the events of the poor mans maiming, but he witnessed the aftermath, learning of it sickened him, he knew the cursed man was just a man at the end of the day. A noble soldier whod dedicated himself to the defense of his home, a man Wyllm respected, punished for attempting to start a family merely due to his race. With a grumble Wyllm tapped the pipe against the bench leaving a dusting of ash and soot from the pipes bowl as he stood and made his way home to contemplate.

I dont mind PVP as much as I used to after this previous war, how ever I will say that the idea of having a meta set of gear in a creative environment like a roleplay server feels almost counter intuitive. Take skyrim for an example why would you explore the varying styles of combat when you can just be stealth archer build #8,054. I wont sit here and act like id know how to fix the PVP system there are more qualified people already discussing that, id just like to throw in my 2 cents that metachasing is something that limits creativity.

[!] The Sea of the bay stood still, a passerby could smell the salt on the air mingling with the stench of fish from nearby stalls. The night air was still, as fog from the bay snuck aboard the decks of the ships at anchor in the harbor to bask in the pale moonlight. A figure made its way from the shadows boarding a certain ship, one with red sails, climbing over the railing. The young man knelt trying to lockpick his way below decks, sighing with frustration before eventually kicking in the hatch guarding the stairs. He made his way down through the gun deck, past the canons now sleeping dragons, once mighty fire flew with great roars now their bores lay cold and silent. The figure delved his way into the bowels of the ship finding his way into the cargo hold, the only source of light being from the grates overhead allowing the moon to grin down upon him. As he searched around, he discovered a large chest hidden amongst the crates and barrels of the hold. Upon attempting to open it, the lid rattled with a dull thunk refusing to budge. After a moment, the figure noticed the lock, an opening that matched his necklace, pulling the bauble from his neck and inserting it into the lock it came undone with a twist and the lid came free opening to reveal a cache of heirlooms, clothes and blades. Atop the pile sat a parchment, once sealed with a hard button of red wax, now bound shut with a red bandana. Pulling the bandana off and unrolling the parchment, the figures' eyes raced across the page taking in every word. Once he finished, the man took the bandana and wrapped it around his forehead, tying it off in the back, then taking one of the cutlasses and securing it to his sword belt before placing everything else back within the chest. Making his way back up to the top deck the figure made his way to the helm resting one of his hands upon it with a firm grip, "The Thorn is under my command," he spoke out into the night air.

did not think the basic idea "dont be an ******* to people who are different" would be this controversial.

Ser Emil read over the missive before nodding in silent acceptance of the challenge and headed to his work shop, already drawing up some grand plans for the challenge

Ser Emil sat in the town square of Hyspia after the battle of Krugistan, having survived his first ever major battle he was feeling pretty good.

On the 8th of Laurelie’s Piety, of 139 D.R. [!] Some children in a pillow fort. The Maravilla Barony is happy to announce a night of revelry for all ages, open to the families of Hyspia. There will be a sleepover for children and a barbecue for adults, complete with games, music and more! There will be a pajama contest for the children, with the winner receiving a flamingo egg! Children will also play pin the tail on the flamingo, and build a pillow fort. Come out with your families for a night of fun and games! Signed, Su Senora Vania del Maravilla, Baroness of Clemente Su Senor Ser Emil, Baron-consort of Clemente, Sargento of the Orden de Francisco, Twentieth Knight of Hyspia

Not a big fan of being limited really.