DancingZebra267

MC Name: _Zbruh Discord: DancingZebra267 Image: Description of Image: Frostbeard shield 2.0 Dimensions: 3x3

He is called 'The White Dragon.'

Rhorgvar Frostbeard read over the missive quietly, rubbing at his beard before grunting under his breath. "Got some truth in dis... oi don't t'ink dere's been ah scheduled sermon in deh Kirkja Dverga fer one stone year now." He shook his head a little. "N' den dere's deh hypocrisy uv deh one dey call High Preceptor. Deh lad's ah shaman. Yeh don't just wake up wit' spirit magic one day, yeh worship spirits tuh get it. Dat's 'ow it works."

Brother... change the font.. Nobody can read what your writing.

MC Name: _Zbruh Discord: DancingZebra267 Image: Description of Image: The Mona Beardza Dimensions: 2x3

Rhorgvar Frostbeard heard the news, his gaze slowly lowering toward the warhammer at his side - the very same hammer Obok had once helped forge. A long sigh left him as his grip tightened around the haft. "yeh will beh missed, Obok."

thats the issue, your playing an elf... that is what makes legends

The real question that nobody hasn't asked yet... Why haven't we all had a birthday party for our characters every week.

✠ Discord & IGN Usernames: DancingZebra267 & _Zbruh ✠ Full Legal Name: Grimbol Grobol ✠ Age: ??? [old] ✠ Political Affiliation: Independent ✠ Running for Which Seat: Senator of Rittersburg ✠ Residence: Rittersburg, Imperial Gardens ✠ Provide a brief account of your standing, trade, or service to your community, by which you claim fitness to represent them in the Senate: I have wandered far and wide - forests, valleys, caves, even across the great oceans. These days I live in the Imperial Gardens of Rittersburg, tending the soil and minding my own business. When you spend enough time with dirt, trees, and people passing by, you start to learn a few things about the land and the folk living on it. If elected Senator, I promise a few very important reforms. First, every citizen will receive a complimentary mushroom once a week. Mushrooms solve more problems than most politicians ever will. Second, every tree in the city will be protected, because trees are wise and they know when to stay quiet. I will also place talking benches around the city where citizens can sit and tell their problems to statues. The statues will not interrupt, argue, or pretend to care, which already makes them better listeners than most officials. I claim no noble blood and no great fortune. Just a pocket full of odd trinkets and a long life of wandering about. What I offer is experience, a bit of wisdom, and the belief that a city grows best when the soil is healthy, the people laugh often, and the senators remember to step outside once in a while and touch grass. Vote wisely. Vote for mushrooms. Vote for ol' Grimbol Grobol.

MC Name: _Zbruh Discord: DancingZebra267 Image: Description of Image: No Homunculi Sign Dimensions: 2x2

"Gott smiles upon ze return of ze trve Vanders, at last." Hans II von Aesterwald smiles the Sun's Smile.

Congratulations Telanir

Thats not one of us dont worry, we're the cool ones.

As Grimbol Grobol was making his runs, selling drugs to the citizens of the world, he'd too hear of the fall of his friend. He'd slow to a stop, the news settling heavy upon him, before picking up his jug of ale and pouring it out in honor of Bimble Thimblewhim.

Rhorgvar's hammer crashed against Imperial steel as the capital fell into chaos, and through the fighting he caught sight of Tomrim nearby. The blind dwarf swinging hard into the press of imperials; Rhorgvar tried to push toward him, forcing his way through, but was suddenly grabbed and dragged back toward the exit, his gaze snapping over his shoulder as he saw Tomrim disappear into the crush, taken by Dungrimm in that moment. "May yeh foind peace amongst deh maneh who call Khaz'a'Dentrumm 'ome." He'd mumble beneath his breath.

As the Empire and her allies moved through what remains of Kal'Baraz, picking through the rubble and broken stone, something caught the light. Not steel. Not gold. Something… odd. Half-buried beneath the debris was a small, smooth disc. Clean. Untouched by the ruin around it. Whoever pulled it free would notice that right away. Tied beside it was a simple tag. It read: "from Clan Frostbeard."

Saint Gerard of Lemonhill stood beside Saint High Pontiff Caius I within the Seven Skies, his fingers tracing the Lorraine. "Holy, holy indeed is the work of the Vicar of GOD, righteous and everlasting!" Hans von Aesterwald read over the missive with a grin. "Zat's mein High Pontiff!" he declared with clear approval. With that, he set the parchment aside and returned to the grindstone, resting his blade against the wheel as it began to turn, sharpening the steel of his blade.

Rhorgvar Frostbeard read over the missive, his brow creasing slightly when he noticed his name was missing from the invitation list. Just as he went to roll the parchment up, his eyes caught the signature below, making him pause for a moment. "Hmm... funny dat. Last oi checked, oi defeated deh lad in 'is knight trial uv ah duel... ah guess dey're givin' knighthood tuh anyone dese days." He shrugged and waddled off.

This is a silly post, but I shall indulge. Rhorgvar Frostbeard would probably try to sell me some medieval weapon I don't need - or possibly try to fight me, simply because I'm human. Where to start with Grimbol Grobol... I know for a fact he would try to sell me crack, so I'd probably just nod politely and slowly start creating some distance.

real

Order of the Grail made by yours truly [Barony of Arnheim] also made this, but never got to use it. [Clan Frostbeard] - also made by me.

Grimbol Grobol gave a small, satisfied nod, pleased he'd passed the strange matter along to the right person so it could reach higher authority.

MC Name: _Zbruh Discord: DancingZebra267 Image: Description of Image: Frostbeard Shield Dimensions: 1x1