Jamwill

Consider my timbers... shivered...

We're cooked...

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Username: Jamwill Character Name: Torfinn Affiliation: Norland Desired Rank: Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: ALL

[!] An unfurled scroll hung from the wall. Holy flame licked up the sides of the paper, while white wisps danced throughout the surrounding air. “Brothers and Sisters of the Lodge, we have waited for our time to make our stand against The Long Dark! Now, we strike at the hearts of the Great Enemy! May the Allfather protect us, may Mikjáll bear witness, and may our Sagas be told for generations!” - A Berserkir of Mikjáll hails his Companions before a battle against the foe. CULTURE OF BATTLE The Berserkirs of Mikjáll. Companions. Templars. There are many names to describe the stalwart champions of Mikjáll, those who clash against the Long Dark in search of glory, faith, and protection of the realms. Yet, few know of the Sagas; tales of heroes renowned for their capabilities, their overwhelming ferocity when facing the forces of evil. This is where the Berserkirs thrive. In Sagas recounted in feasting halls, tales of valor and heroism are shared for generations, with new stories being made through the righteousness of warfare. Uninitiated people may think these warriors are boisterous, drunken fools, yet their outward appearance hides complex warriors who seek glory not just through storytelling and fables, but also through their individual acts of heroism, charity, and piety in the Allfather’s name. With no formal ranking structure, the Berserkirs focus more on the individual warrior, acting independently in battle and not relying on the military group tactics typically practiced within the wider Imperium or its holdings. Not only do they act independently, but they also occasionally work together in groups of companions colloquially named "Vanguards." Yet, when the year is over, the Berserkirs gather at their Lodge, in hopes of providing their companions with tales of glory. FEASTS AND TOURNAMENTS Each year, the Berserkirs host tournaments of valor, each trial focusing on different aspects of their warrior culture. Both wits and brawn are tested between companions to strengthen their bonds and resolve. Techniques are perpetually sharpened and their minds honed to make sure no companion grow sluggish, while fresh recruits get to practice new skills together with their mentors. After the tournaments conclude, the companions feast; each recounts tales of heroism, devouring mighty meals cooked from slain beasts, and drinking barrels of ale to celebrate their deeds and victories. Should any Berserkir wish to undertake a ritual in the name of Mikjáll or Jóviel, all present shall bear witness to their devotion towards their patron Aengul. Credits: @siglms_for writing and being of great help with ideas. @__Stal27 for being awesome. (RIP Åsmund) @M1919 for starting the Berserkirs of Mikjáll and being an awesome teacher. Joseph Feely and Raphael Lacoste for the art used.

Torfinn read the new law while basking in the holy flame of a nearby hearth. "I will not miss their corrupting presence.." He said to himself

Very cool. Blood magic will no longer be the ST item creation magic

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Awesome post, I like the pelt/gemstone progression system. Narvak oz Kaz'Ulrah

Gallio Grandaxe snatched one of the missives out of the air while he was hunting under the cover of darkness. Haelstrom, the falcon, landed atop the dwarfs shoulder as he read it. "Ah suppose this chapter es not yet over." He thought to himself. A smile appeared on his face. "Perhaps there'll be some grand beasts below this continent."

We did it

Gallio read the newest addition of the DNN, seeing the number went back down to #36. "Wait, wot happened t' the intern?"

"Ah've always wondered why the humans follo' their so called majesties without question." Gallio thought to himself as he looked at the quick response missive. "Ah suppose they believe wisdom t' be a birthright when ye're born t' a leader, seein' how that be the onleh prerequisite t' lead a nation." - "How easileh such a theoreh es proven wrong." He concluded before throwing the missive into the fire.

You have made me very angry, and I must say bad words and throw things around my room to calm down!!!!!!!! You are an evil person, and I cannot believe you would say such a thing before the Holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gallio is not racist! This is Starbreaker propaganda!

Make Smol_bean into Big_bean +1

Finally, I can see every human leader flex their carbarum swords again.

Finally, an irp way mixed with a mechanical way of getting the massive amounts of resources we use for our build

This is peak

We’re so back

Gallio's legs were tired as they all arrived at the city gates. The body of the old Grandaxe, carried by his kin, was placed down in the legion hall. Gallio saluted Thumbrindal one final time, slamming his axe into his breastplate, before his body was covered in the colors of Elder clan Grandaxe. "Ye fought well, Thumbrindal." Gallio said, taking a deep breath. "Ah'll see ye en Khaz'a'dentrumm..."