VolcanicGoat

IGN: @Lenny Name: Lionel Tiber Age: 16 Gender: tba The team you’re playing for: both Interests: @Werew0lf Extra info: Stacked on st mats

type shit

you should try @Coronateor @0mnip0tent

Whats his phone number?

The Emperor's Dragon sat within the tavern, the missive held in his hand as his gaze traced the ink in silence. His name was there. "After all these years, it is over" For a moment longer he stared, before folding the missive once and setting it down beside his mug. His gaze drifted toward the hearth, firelight flickering across his features. "Long live the Empire"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Our group won, your group lost. You did not read the redlines, you did not attempt a rewrite. It is a terrible outcome, but it is rp. can we stop arguing and move on?

U wrote that so well like.. +1 ughhv

BEAUTIFUL

The War-Priest exhales through his nose, blade lowering as he scanned the bloodied woods "Iudicium Dei passus es.. effugere non potuisti..." he uttered, returning to his steed

What a wonderful, amazing, sublime and glorious post. Amazing work Winterblood. +1.

One powergaming please 😊- Pale Lord player

NAME: Sambor VOCATION: Priest TRIBE / CULTURE: Norn BIRTH YEAR: 2038 ORDINATION DATE: 2063 ORDINATOR: Magister Enrique CURRENT DIOCESE: Diocese of St. Thomas of Gaekrin ASSIGNMENT: Exorcist WRITTEN WORKS (please link): On Exorcism [in-game book] OOC: USERNAME: VolcanicTainga DISCORD: vocanicgoat

The Primarch raised from within his throne once more, but he did not triumph, he sat there, defeated, contemplating "..Such power.. ..what could've possibly made me, the Lord of Stone.. ..fall and crumble.." but those responsible knew... that the might of Sir Abraham was decisive within this conflict. He fell as a protector, a legend and a force to be recognized with, especially within the dark circles of the mystical Synod. May he rest in peace. [OOC Note: Thank you for this battle, it was amazing and huge respect from myself to you, gg's]

The recruit of the Empire lowered his head in relief with a hint of a smile upon his lips "God is with you, Chaplain.. God is with you" he uttered beneath his breath

The Thalion Knight clenched his teeth "We would cut off your heads and feed them to our dogs, but we wouldn't want to intoxicate them with your filthy blood, sons of Krug" he smiled, looking up to the statue of Saint Michael the Archaengul "so instead you shall simply drown in it"

"Aeradar wills it!"

Thoughts on VolcanicGOAT? Where's Gnometario right now

T ʜ ᴇ L ɪ ᴠ ɪ ɴ ɢ M ᴀ ᴡ “ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ.” 𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰 L ᴇ ᴛ ɪ ᴛ ʙ ᴇ K ɴ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ : Irza’tur, the Black Maw of Velkuzat, the Blade That Spoke, the Demon Who Remembered, has fallen. He did not die a man. He did not die a monster. He died a weapon, shattered in the act of striking. Devotion etched into every bone. Madness carved into every thought. A soul wrapped in chain and fire, offered long ago to the great Devourer. He was no puppet. He was no lost thing. He chose the flame. He bled for it. He built his legend on the ruins of others. A bringer of fear. A sermon in steel. A vessel for the voice of Hunger itself. ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ. In the shadow of Dragomir, the Norn whose will stood like a mountain, Irza’tur met his end. Not with mercy. 𐫰 Not with regret. But with fire on his breath and blood on his teeth. He did not kneel. 𐫰 He did not yield. He laughed as his flesh broke. He grinned as his bones gave way. His final breath was a curse, a vow, a prayer. A promise that even in death, the Hunger remains. “ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.” Let cowards call him evil. Let the weak call him lost. We who know; 𐫰 We remember; He was wrath. He was belief. He was flame given form. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ. 𐫰•━•⊰⬡⊱•━•𐫰 ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ. Deepest thanks to my friend @Pallodium for the formatting, you're the best! And of course, thank you for the wonderful duel! @M1919

o7

Very good! Gives a lot of vibe to bardmancers. Major +1

Thank you for letting me take part in something so big for our community. All the hours that were spent were worth the Magnum Opus that came out of it. Hail Iblees, Hail Ixris, Hail Evil-doers.

Humans when they're one day closer to death