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Curry

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  1. I don't see an issue with this, it is a highly outdated mechanic. However I do agree with @Xergarokthat it would be silly seeing 5 tier 1 mystics suddenly sapping this wight. If anything, while I think they could very much assist in the sapping, there should be a Tier 3-4 that should be leading it. (Edit) I just saw the addition that one should know conjoinment. +1
  2. Isak Euler glanced to the missive, smiling while reading through it. "Long Live Adria!" He mumbles before returning to his normal duties.
  3. Idunia vs Numendil match up. If@TomFunkswins @Kylowill be dc'd from Templarism If Numendil wins we change the name back.
  4. A young man from Kalldûr spectated this grand slaughter, then signed the lorraine as it all went quiet.
  5. What happened at Watchpoint Gibraltar @TomFunks

    1. TomFunks

      TomFunks

      TheOnlyTub

  6. Isak Euler had arrived at the Duma, completely unaware of his cousin's weak health at the time. He watched him go to struggle with going through the different topics, and with that the slow realization began to creep up on Isak's mind, that something was terribly wrong. He first tried to dismiss it as exhaustion. Zygmunt, but the longer he watched Zygmunt, the harder it became for Isak to lie to himself. Zygmunt's voice had started to grow much weary, and his pauses stretched for far too long. Isak's hand hand braced onto the booths railing while focusing on his cousin, but as Zygmunt began making his way out he would follow alongside his family. It was then he saw Zygmunt lay infront of the tree at the square of Belgrade, still and pale in the face For a moment Isak could only stare, but his mind kept refusing to accept the sight before him. "Zygmunt?" He called out weakly, though there came no answer back, Zygmunt had passed on. He froze for a moment, and his vision began to blur while watching Zygmunt lay still beneath the tree. His eyes began to tear up, though while he was sad, Isak understood that his cousin's time was up. "Rest in peace, cousin. All that you've done for our family, and all that you've done for Adria shall never be forgotten." Isak whispered to himself as he signed the lorraine, then led his niece away and back into the duma hall.
  7. Isak Euler read the missive and began to cheer in celebration for his good cousin Sofia Euler. Hearing of there being a money price involved too, he started making his search for her around Adria, of course to congratulate her in person, and probably try and take the money as well.
  8. @wootdahnoottyvm for helping me out when I didn't have enough money for rent. You really are a real one king.
  9. As the Euler comes across the missive, he begins to read through its contents to see what it is all about. Witnessing the formation of the High Kingdom of Idunia put a big smile on Euler's face. "Long live Tar-Zozagar, and glory to the High Kingdom of Idunia!" The Euler shouted in celebration as he continued on his jolly way to check on his wares.
  10. "Here's to the Golden Age that waits for us ahead!" The Euler, Isak, mumbles as he reads through the documented history of his family.
  11. Can you believe it guys? Hollow Knight: Silksong is coming out in just two days! Silksong, just two days away! Wohoo!
  12. "Glory to Idvnia, Glory to the Tar!" Shouted another Idunian patriot, young Isak Euler, twin brother of Severin Euler, as he rode back with him to the White City.
  13. Arriving back at his home, Canaiddun came across the letter sent to him. Though decades had passed by now, he still recognized almost immediately her handwriting. He took a seat to read it through properly. Only a few muttered whispers escaped him, then a long silence. Soon after, his gaze moved to the mirror next to him, his vision blurred, and he struggled to recognize the face that was in front of him. A hysterical-sounding laugh then could be heard echoing throughout the room, before a somewhat high-pitched voice began to speak. "Another promise broken, Canaiddun. Here I was starting to grow bored as well." A faint pause then followed before he continued. "Oh, what will you do now, bolts? You seem only to know how to lose nowadays. Its honestly pathetic." The laughter continued, mocking Canaiddun. He stood up and raised his hands, grasping them both onto the sides of his head in an attempt to shut out the voices. He looked in the mirror one more time before shattering it. With that, the silence returned for a moment. Tears then soon began to run down Canaiddun's face while he took a seat in his chair once more. "Why- how- GAH!" He barely managed to construct a proper sentence while attempting to keep himself together. As he continued to mourn, his gaze would lock onto an old memory, a ring. "Silver.. What if I.." He tapped the table a few times as he contemplated in silence. "It could be something.." Was the last thing he muttered before putting on his helmet, making his way to an unknown destination.
  14. i love you 3000
     

    1. Lenny

      Lenny

      thank you so much sir.

  15. Numendil Designated Fleeper 04 (Canaiddun) signed the Lorraine upon her disappearance. Mochou was the one encouraged him him to hop on this wild ride alongside the other fleepers and he would PRAY for her every day in hopes of her return. Canaiddun laid down, his left arm was completely shattered from the fight beforehand and he seemed exhausted. As he heard word of Mochou disappearance he'd frown and close his eyes, wishing for nothing but the best for her and that the group who originally came to help here atleast managed to finish the job, so her death was not in vain.
  16. ROLEPLAY NAME: Thorkell Ficklebeard IN GAME NAME: Karim_5577 DISCORD USERNAME: karim PRIOR MINING EXPERIENCE: some ARE YOU A CITIZEN: yes ARE YOU WILLING TO SWEAR THE OATH: yes
  17. Curry

    Karim_5577

    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.” ((How do you respond?)) As he walks into the tent. His gaze would lock onto the hag as he gives her a nod, gruffly acknowledging her words as he sits down on the cushion. His armor making a clinking noise as he fully sits down. He stays quiet for a moment before he responds to the hag with a prideful yet a dash of distrustfulness tone in his voice. "The name is Thorkell Ficklebeard, I was sent here in order to group up with the rest of my company as we are continuing to head out of our great forges in the deep mountains for our quest." "A quest you say? And what would this quest be?"" The hag asks with a curios tone to her voice as she folds her arms togheter. The dwarf turns quiet again before he raises himself up from the cushion. His armor begins to make clanking noises again as he gets up, he straightens his posture before he says out loud. "It is a quest of obtaining knowledge of the world above! One that will mark our names in stone, and songs that will sing through our halls of old and new for generations to come!" He says as his smile grows larger and larger by the moment. "Is that so? Sounds like you have quite the journey ahead of you then dwarf." The hag responds to him as she lets out a chuckle. The dwarf nods back to her as he looks around the tent. He then turns back to her, saying. "Aye, the journey shall be a long and difficult one but in the end we shall prevail for our kin!" He then lets out a powerful laugh as he finishes his sentence. As it calms down again he stretches his arms out, letting out a sigh before he says. "Well, that is my current tale to tell ya lass. Once we have gotten ourselves going il be sure to comeback someday and tell you about our new adventures ahead! Unless they have not been spread already by our kind that is." He lets out one final laugh as he walks out of the tent, he turns around one last time waving to the hag saying. "See you another time perhaps! For now I will await in the nearest tavern for my kin. Farewell for now." He then turns back around, heading to the closest tavern he can find, patiently waiting for the rest of his company to arrive as he enjoys himself a drink.
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