Dat Meman46

*As you walk past a notice board you cant help but notice a small piece of paper* Ye still think that prince is the worst of yer enemys... Ye 'ave much ta learn.

Would it be ok for me to use the results from this poll to influence the kind of work my villainous group does?

Wasnt really a draw, but we've agreed to stop allowing the person to participate in the battles.

We're in.

We won.....

Sounds good.

*Stumbles upon the note while eating some freshly cooked elf and bursts out laughing spitting food all over the note.* *Wrath tears the note off the board and writes on it:* I am delighted by yer over confident beliefs that ye can defeat one as powerful as I. However, I would 'ope that the members of these foolish Hollow Bandits would make the smarter decision and put down their blades. No mercy will be given to those who are in both groups and to those willing to fight against the infamous Keepers. If yer interested in 'avin a drink with me and discuss this 'ole ordeal I'll be at the Three's Peek Inn where their motto is: Come Inn Tip Too.

TOWN CHARTER MC Name: Meman46 RP Name: Wrath Town Name: Three's Peek Inn (Annagram for, "The Keepers") Why are you/your character starting this town? What role will it play? Wrath has always considered himself an entrepreneur of sorts; some would even say his business is quite successful. However, people have always thought of banditry as lowly thievery and nothing else, wrath's ultimate intentions have always been to bring everything evil to a whole new level. What type of political system is enforced in this town? Is this town under the reign of any other nation at this time? Wrath has not and never will willingly acknowledge a superior in any way shape or form. Therefore, Wrath will be in charge of this town and will be succeeded by two second in commands below them there will be grunts and slaves. However, due to the hidden intentions of this town there will most likely be a farmer or two found minding they're own business with no knowledge of the taverns secrets. What sort of behavior will residents exhibit? (Race relations, nation relations, etc.) The, "Three's Peek Inn" has always been full of odd behaving quiet patrons, every now and then one or two of them will emerge into the taverns basement and not re-emerge for several hours. The inn does sell food and ale, along with several other oddities. Where would you prefer the town’s region be? Including a screenshot of the land would be nice (of game or map). Any other details (architecture, races, culture, etc): Of course no king in his right mind would grant any man, or dwarf in this situation, a plot of land to build a fortress in which ultimate destruction and thievery of unknown levels will be carried out in. So Wrath in his witty mind told the foolish High King Syrio that he only wished to build a small farming town where he would give the king a large portion of his crops. The king agreed to Wrath's terms and granted him some land in the swamp. Wrath decided to build an tavern and farm as promised, but also built a hidden tunnel in the taverns basement which led to a magic bearing floor (AKA: a lift sign,which was enchanted by a mage that did not know of Wrath's intentions) and a large underground fortress that was dug out and built by Wrath's dwarven ingenuity and much unskilled slave labour. Players who have agreed to sign this charter (15 name minimum): All guild members of, "The Keepers" and future recruits

Natives... Sounds kinda cool and it really really grows on you.

Browsing the wealth of knowledge the Drauchriem library has in it’s sacred shelves, Wrath was in search for one book in particular, an ancient tome detailing the possible cures from the grasp of Iblees. No such cure was ever found, thus proving Wrath’s search futile. Gathering all he required for a perilous journey across the wastes of Drauchreich, Wrath set foot upon the rock of the nether, and felt as if he would not return for quite some time, if ever. ~~~ Wrath stumbled upwards, almost at the brow of a hill of fiery rocks and sands of tormented souls. Moving eerily through the red mists that hang in the air from the presence of necromancy, Wrath came to a stop, overlooking a great lava lake. Pigman tribes surround fires in the distance, guarding their realm with utmost loyalty. Screams of tormented ghasts resonate throughout the caverns, Wrath pays notice to them, analysing their screams for any hint of human emotion. He could hear none. Muttering a curse beneath his breath and into the hood that shields his face, he continues onwards, cloak billowing behind him in the harsh winds of the outermost regions of Drauchreich. For what he was there for he would not dare to let into the forefront of his mind. This is the realm of Iblees, the power to penetrate even the strongest of minds belongs to Him, and He will be listening. Delving deep into a crevice, Wrath paused for a moment, and all it had taken was a moment. A feeling of great dread entered his mind, an irrepressible feeling of foreboding and trepidation. A voice rang in his head, a most fearful voice that seemed to travel through every inch of Wrath’s body, unravelling his thoughts, penetrating his secrets, and weaving a web of terror and dread throughout him. “I know what you seek, Wrath, and I could grant it to you with but a flick of a wrist. But why must one be granted such a privilege? You are a traitor, Wrath, so willing to abandon your own family for gains of your own. I granted you this life, and I could take it from you in any means I wish. I do not think you are worthy of such a death. You seek escape from my grasp? Then I shall grant it to you.” A chalice of gold lay at the bottom of the crevice, a chalice encrusted with gems beyond any dwarven treasury. The chalice itself exuded a soft, golden glow to it’s surroundings, and drew Wrath towards it. Unable to resist the temptations of such a treasure, Wrath slowly moved toward it. “None of your blood are worthy to exist in this world. I curse you with the sterility of the Elves, and make sure none of your kin shall tread my earth.” Drawing closer, Wrath could begin to make out the jeweled diamonds encrusting the chalice, and begun to think of what wonders it would behold him. Fierce crackling of fire began to increase in volume, and frantic shuffling of pigmen distressed in some way. “You were greedy in your past life, indeed, and now the greed of your previous race will overcome you once more. Immense greed shall cloud your thoughts and dim your spirit, for you shall always favour precious gems before friendship.” As Wrath began to descend closer to the nook that was home to the precious chalice, lying so delicately and preciously where it lay, it began to glow ever brighter. Illuminating the crevice to an almost blinding level of light, he began to extend an arm to at last grasp the chalice which drew him with such a fervent desire. “You learnt many skills in your long life, Wrath. And for this I curse you with ineptitude. Every skill you became acquainted with shall be taken from your memory. All knowledge which you once knew shall be sapped from you, for you are not worthy.” Wrath finally came close enough to touch the beautiful jewelled chalice. Glowing a brilliant gold, Wrath could not resist, it had him completely and utterly under his grasp. The voice spoke once more inside his head, “And finally I curse you with the short lives of the hated Humans. I gave you the ability to live forever when you entered the link, and now I shall take it from you, granting you short life plagued with illness, much like the Humans whom you previously fought with such ferocity.” And so as the last word was spoken, a searing pain ran through Wrath’s body. Pain he had not experienced since he was a Dwarf, of the descendant races. With fire engulfing his vision, he could just merely see the chalice fading away, an illusion created by Iblees. His greed having betrayed him, Wrath fell to his knees, and with a final gasp of toxic air, he vanished. And Drauchreich fell silent.