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If someone gets enough boomsteel that is low density (boomsteel can only be forged into a higher density, never lower) to create a nuke, I say let them. Doubt that's ever going to happen considering that boomsteel is supposed to be on the rarer side of ST metals and is rarely handed out in raw or low density form. Chances are that if someone makes an sreq to assemble a low density boomsteel nuke (the amendment specifically stating that it can’t be a bunch of disconnected objects), they will first be looked into for duping.

Low Density Boomsteel Amendment to BRING THE BOOM Changes marked in bold / strikethrough OLD: NEW: Reason: We bring the boom. Boomsteel explosives are incredibly expensive, at least make them more functional for destruction.

Sat among his kin within their house in Norland, Lorik tapped onto the missive which lay on the longtable between them. Six words left the Norn’s mouth as his gaze wandered throughout the room. “Praise be to the All-Father.” @AntiSociety@HugoAntero@Lenny@wowj@karim5577 @Golding@Samateur@milksoda (Perhaps the Prince of Norland was present too. @Barbarus )

Dont make killing Wights mystic exclusive, let everyone have a way to deal with them instead of only darkspawn on darkspawn violence :(

From the ceiling above, an engineer of the great dwarf's demise stared down at the corpse, an arrow of his embedded into the legendary adventurer's chest. Evil had won that night, the world robbed of one of their greatest. A sinister smile marked his visage at that. And while his peers quickly scrambled to take from him what they could, the Moroi took but a book for his elder. "Though a mere mortal, an animal," he later spoke to his fellow greater vampires, "That one was like a legendary creature. A lion- no, a storied drake." The fiend named Kobo Metaldrinks, who had declared himself the son of Obok some few decades ago, smiled greatly as his will finally came true. It was only when he went to retrieve his inheritance that he learnt the terrible truth: he had been robbed. His rightful prize was out there somewhere, and he would claim them from whoever had dared murder his father.

Upon hearing of her passing, an Oyashiman marine made a simple observation. “She could have lived longer, had she put down her clockwork cigarettes from time to time…” Ironically enough, said marine had just finished a Hirano cigarette when that thought crossed his mind.

Our enemies will dread these knights @femurlord

If it helps, Kylo played Ram in the comp match before and after that one (both of which we won too)

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝔼𝕋ℝ𝔸𝕐𝔸𝕃 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝕆𝔽 𝕋𝔸ℝ-ℙℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℤÔℕ Chronicles of the Fateful Battle of 282 S.A. Guard’s Watchpoint: Gibrâltar, 282 S.A. It was the eve of the 5th of the Deep Cold in the year of 282 S.A. when Tar-Pharazôn departed from the High City of Alduun. Word had reached the Idunian High-King that the Guard’s distant watchpoint on Gibrâltar lay under siege of a yet-unknown enemy, and that the situation was dire. A Templar-Justiciar of Saint Malchediael, the Arthalion monarch saw it fit to lead this charge himself, to show that any and all uprisings would be crushed with an iron fist. And though scouts confirmed that both sides were evenly numbered following his arrival, it was perhaps what he saw that left him in shock. Five betrayers, among them four ancestral warriors of Numendil, charged into the fortress with a payload of volatite. And though the appearance of those four may have been shocking to him, it was ultimately the sight of his very own brother, Adûnakhôr, that must have left him unable to act. Though the Magister of Artifai, Iudas, fought by his side, and the Idunian defenders remained stalwart in their defense, all was futile in the end. As Adûnakhôr’s blade struck Pharazôn with Azhl anemia, leaving him unable to heal, the former Lord-Commander Amadeus Menelwen saw his chance and knocked the Tar to the ground. The first line of defense had been broken, and the attackers made sure to overwhelm the next. It was a brutal slaughter, one Idunian after the other falling to the old ones’ wrath, as the explosive payload continued to make its way through the once-bastion. In the end, the Guard’s Watchpoint fell, with much time to spare for the betrayers to set up new defenses. Though the Templar-King’s spirit was not easily shaken. Immediately after his reinforcements arrived, Pharazôn returned the attack. Attempting to move his own payload to destroy the betrayers’ defenses, the Idunian troops ultimately failed to even reach the first gate. Not once did they manage to wipe defending troops, and in the end the efforts were called off. Pharazôn was left to bleed, and his legacy with him. Perhaps he had been too competitive, when his real place was in quick battles. A painting of the Fallen Tar, 282 S.A. Idunian strategists later analysed this battle to determine how it could have been won. These are the statistics observed by them this day:

This has got to be one of the funniest opening lines to a post oat

Severin was too busy managing galaxy-spanning trade networks, hardly noticing the Duke's absence for it had been no different before...

"Oh wow" said a short man in the western Kingdom as he lit a Count Cigar from the Euler stall - a most luxurious good. The veteran of many wars looked up to his brother, Frederick, to see how he reacted to the news. "I wonder how Zôrzagar reacts to this- think he will disappear too?"

I really don’t see the slination bane as it is right now as that big of an issue. If you are truly invested into vampirism you will lose it with becoming a moro, and even if you wish to remain a corc then it’s just an obstacle you have to work around. I spent half a year as a corc moving freely in different settlements, strategically avoiding these tests without issue 🤷‍♂️

@wootdahnootthank you for borrowing me your lamborghini last week ^^

The Chains which would eventually lower his coffin rattled loudly. Though most of them had escaped a swift demise, all would fall the same, sooner or later - the mark of death never faded, no matter how far they ran, rode or sailed.

Yo congrats Telanir

“Shadows of the past, rambling on about their long-forgotten glories and humanity’s curse, when so little remains of their own legacy.” Adûnakhôr dismissed the missive after having come across it in Rittersburg, briefly skimming through it before abandoning it where he had found it.

It was a dire fate, the natural course of life unforgiving to even the purest of people. The one who had taken that poor gnome's life had felt not one bit of remorse as he led Bimble astray, nor when he choked him or slowly sapped his life away. In the gnome, he had not seen a person, but a mere opportunity - a meal, if you will. Humanity served as nothing but fuel to the undying nightmares that wandered Aos and Eos, so he thought. And as such, he would continue to wander, likely never to be held accountable for this gruesome act. He would continue to lure the righteous astray with his smile, before shedding his human guise and devouring their genus. Such was the natural course of life.

"Humanity rules supreme, the Empire of Man- The Empire of Azuras -stands without true opposition now." Said Adûnakhôr as he hoisted the banner of Idunia atop the stairs of the throne of Urguan.