DancingZebra267

We're on the right track... next bring back the use of lava for fuel.

With grand theatrics far too large for his size, Grimbol Grobol raised his slingshot overhead as he prepared for the Jihad.

Hans II von Aesterwald read through the Witenmot, his expression hardening at Ezra de Senna's name. "What's the point of an election if nepotism decides the victor?"

From the heights of the Seven Skies, Holy Ser Vincenzo cast his gaze downward, a faint smirk upon his face. "Doesn't surprise me that the Raevir-Cardinal was denied entrance to paradise," he muttered, before turning back to his rest among the righteous souls, free from elves and heretics alike. Sir Hans von Aesterwald would hear of the summons, though uncertain whether he could partake in the discussion or merely observe. Nonetheless, he traced the Rhodesian cross. "GOD is Good, Deus Magnus."

✠ Legal Name: Sir Hans von Aesterwald ✠ Age: 24 ✠ Residence in Rotesberg: Grenswacht 2A ✠ I cast my vote in favor of…: Lomarak of Rotesberg

Never did I have an issue with the food plugin, as many had expressed feeling unheard about it. The issue I have is the nodes and fuel in 10.0, I believe this had came to a complete shock for not a single person I could think of knew this was going to happen. It's especially annoying that we cant use Lava Buckets, Wood, or Charcoal. Specifically since many blocks in order to create you need to smelt them with other blocks that you cant get from /blockexchange. I'd like to see that the requirements for crafting to be lowered or bring back alternate fuel for simply non pvp stuff. Also if you look at other games and look at the results of what happens when developers listen to their communities: Battlefield 6 (BF6) is seen as a great game, particularly by its community, because developers actively listened to and incorporated player feedback, resulting in a return to classic Battlefield elements like distinct classes, immersive environments, and satisfying gameplay. This approach focused on core gameplay fundamentals, avoiding some of the less popular changes in previous installments and resulting in an experience that players felt was more authentic to the series. ~ Google

The Wronged: Rhorgvar Frostbeard The Assailant: Sir Carolus The Wrong: Sir Carolus grabbed Rhorgvar by his hair, and punched him in the face for simply squeezing by a group of people who were blocking the stairway with their conversation. Date of Wrongdoing: Year 255 of the Second Age, on the 18th of Armakak's Labor Terms of Settlement: The full payment of 600 mina and the issuing of a public apology to Rhorgvar Frostbeard. NARVOK OZ URGUAN!

Would this take up a ss slot? or could it be similar to when searching through your slots and have Resource Island as a default ss pillar similar to CT?

Your making it so that we cant make Iron Blocks or Gold Blocks??? Bruh, you know how much space that'll take...

Atheris would be a cool name.

I was trying to figure out where I heard the name before. LOL

Grimbol sat beneath his tree, squinting at the letter with a pair of foggy spectacles "To Cosmo... Cosmoraz... Cosmorazek Grainstone..." he muttered, nodding along as wrote the letter before scratching his beard with a twig. After a moment of thoughtful silence and a sip from his bog water, he'd go back to writing the letter. The letter read: To Cosmorazek Grainstone, come to my tree, for Ol' Grimbol knows many potent magics! Behold the secrets of the ages, such as The Mysterious Thumb Detachment, The Infinite Scarf, The Cup and Acorn Game, The Coin Behind Yer Ear. - Grimbol Grobol, Elder of Dunburrow

To the refugees of Aevos, Beware the Lunatic, I first came across the lunatic when I freed my self from the wrongful enslavement from Romhilda van Aert, when I told the Van Aert that I would no longer be owned, she ordered the cursed beings around her and others to kill me. That is when I came across the Lunatic.. he threatened to eat me. Luckily I was able to make my Grand Escape. When I had returned to the campsite with an army of my own, the van Aert was nowhere to be seen. However the cursed lunatic was. I had then confronted him on his threats that were made. He and another man, claimed that the tiny turtle I tried eating, (Survival of the Fittest) was their adopted son and that it held the same equally to that of a person. It is with my belief that these people are either all deranged or part of some sort of cult. When I voiced my own opinions they reacted in violence, the Cursed child hit me with a bucket of Pufferfish, causing great hurt to me, and my Golem, 'Marvin the Guard'. After picking myself up and tending to Marvin, the cursed being ran and disappeared. That being said, a bounty of 2 crates of leather for any who brings me the cursed childs head. [!] A drawing of the Lunatic was attached below. [!] Below was another wholesome drawing of Grimbol and Marvin.

Best Eventline - Aevos End Best Antagonist - Gashakuro Most Impactful War - Grand Schism War Best Nation - Papal States Best Staff Member - Cant say, they're all great in their own unique way Aevos's Best Player - Madone2k

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Grimbol Grobol

11th of Owyn’s Light, 2046 There was no grand ceremony. No hymns sung. Only the sound of hooves striking hardened dirt. And the silent prayers of men who knew they would not return. From the fortress of Ard'Karden, the Order of the Grail of Saint Lucien rode out for the final time. Their eyes did not turn back. At lead was Chaptermaster Vincenzo de Capua, clad in the white-stained tabard of the Order of the Grail of Saint Luicen. It was not a war of conquest they sought, but purification. To cleanse the Empire of heresy. To drive out the pagans. To uproot the elves that festered like rot in the roots of the Empire of MAN. But no divine wind guided them. No host of angels made way. Only steel awaited them. Intercepted by the Imperial Army before their campaign could begin in earnest, the Grailsmen were surrounded. Outnumbered. Cut off. And so they fought. A last stand beneath storm-dark skies. Steel clashed and the earth grew darker with the blood of the slain. And then, silence. Dragged from his horse, the old Holy knight did not cry out. He was brought before Prince Hadrian of House Horen. A sword was placed in the Prince's hands. Vincenzo did not beg for mercy, for all he ever did was for the Glory of GOD, stead Vincenzo raised his head to the heavens and smiled. For the old Chaptermaster had no regrets. He had lived his life as a servant of the Church, and now, he would die as one. And thus, the blade fell. And so ended the life of Vincenzo de Capua. THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF VINCENZO DE CAPUA Declaration I, Vincenzo de Capua, being of sound mind and disposing memory, do hereby declare and publish this as my Last Will and Testament. I appoint High Priest Callahan as the executor of this will. Disposition of Property and Assets If you are reading this, then my end has found me, and I now dwell in a better place, among the saints, the martyrs, and the faithful Vanders of old. I write these words not in despair, but with peace in my soul and the hope that GOD’s will be done, as it has always been. With my death, I hereby declare that the Order of the Grail of Saint Lucien is to be disbanded, unless His Holiness, the High Priest deems otherwise. Let the legacy of the Grail rest not in the steel of its swords, but in the courage of its faithful. All weaponry, relics, vestments, and writings belonging to the Order are to be entrusted to the Church of True Faith, and secured within her vaults, where they may remain under holy protection until the day they are called upon again in righteous purpose. Let none falsely take up the Rhodesian Cross for vanity, nor wear it without the blessing of the Church of True Faith. Know that I die not in bitterness, but as I lived in the service of GOD, with Saint Lucien’s name upon my lips and the Grail forever in my heart. May GOD have mercy on my soul, and may the Church endure forevermore. Disposition of Remains I direct that my remains be cremated in the Lucienist Rite and shipped to the continent of Aeldin and be placed in the crypts beneath the Temple of Jedih. Any funerary proceedings that should occur are requested to be at the Holy See. "I was not born to be loved, but to be His sword, Deus Magnus." VINCENZO DE CAPUA 1972 - 2046

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The old chapter master would frown as he finished reading the missive. He’d toss it to the table with a scoff. "Is this war? Or a child’s game of tag - 'come and get me,' they cry, yet how many times have they been gotten? For we have all heard the story how their own leader, the so-called Lord of Drusco, slipping away from his keep like a rat in the dark when the walls trembled. And now they prance about the countryside snatching innocent bystanders off roadsides like it’s some holy crusade." He'd pace a few steps. "They speak with grand words of righteousness and wrath, but their conduct reeks of theater, not piety. It is clear to me that they're simply boys in borrowed armor playing war, dragging the name of GOD through every ditch they stumble into." Vincenzo would stop then, his expression hardening. "If this is the standard of their fight, then I begin to wonder if they seek victory, or simply attention."

I'd like to see food go bad.. It could make up for people actually needing farmers and so on.

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