Alex_Pan

Okay, I'm confused. Did this happen for realzies?

The FEROX LEGIO!

My new character, Eh'rog, is a self-proclaimed Lur by heritage. He is son of Eh'rog Lur, son of Eh'rog Lur (Aerog).

Well hi friends. I just got off school. I rolled an orc after hearing that you guys were in need of players. I can't promise that I'll be extremely active, as I've still got full-time commitments during the summer, but I'll be around to try to make some things happen. My first suggestion is that while idea-crafting is great, the best way to get the ball rolling is to just rp and make yourselves visible. I haven't seen an orc yet in my time spent running around on the server.

I feel like it's trivial, and people who don't receive serious enough chastisement seem un-bothered. When someone gets scolded by someone, they just think, "Well screw you, you're an idiot."; when someone gets banned, they realize that they've crossed a line.

Which circles around the edge of the mountain and feeds back into the body of water in the top-left corner there.

Quintus shrugs. "I suppose that does sound a bit more appealing..."

((Just remember that I was your first and most loyal customer when you open your doors and I walk through))

Quintus takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, frowning, "I hope I don't have to do this myself."

((Where do you potty, the street? The park? Your Pants? ... Savage.))

A notice is placed on noticeboard in Arethor. It is written in black ink, with fine hand-writing on thick paper; "I seek a skilled tradesman to install a potty in my manor. You will come in, listen to my expectations, and provide an estimate for the cost of your labour and materials. Once the job is finished, I will pay you based on the quality of work. You may leave a short resume of your credentials below, or, preferably, slip it under the door of my personal manor directly in front of the church entrance. --Signed, Quintus of Julii; Baron of Mourningwood"

Make a poll. Edit: Yes, as long as the frost witches are real people that may eventually be caught and burned at the stake. ;-)

Alright guys, here's a kickass joke. So a panda walks into a bar, and the bartender is all like, "YO Homeslice what can I get you?" And the panda is all like, "Get me a glass a water and a burger, before I pop yo' ass." So the bartender gets him his water and his burger. So then the panda's all like, "I'ma eat this burger, but **** the drink, you crabs!" And it's not like panda is a liar, yo. So he eats the burger, and throws the water off the counter. Then he gets up, pulls out his gat, and he be like "POP! POP! POP!" And BAM! He shoots three guys dead on the floor! Then he leaves the bar. So, by now the bartender is all like, "Dude... Wtf, mate..." And then one of the dudes at the bar who didn't get shot is all like, "How didn't you see this coming, you crab- he's a panda!" And the bartender is all, "Why the hell does that matter? You da CRAB!" So the dude is all, "Duuude... Look up panda in the encyclopedia." So the bartender looks in the encyclopedia, and he's all like, "Well ****...

You are in Arethor: a man paces around, impatiently. You see him speaking to a street urchin, and tossing the boy a silver coin and a handful of fliers. He then wanders out of the city. The boy shouts at first, and upon noticing the man has left, he sits down beside a fountain, and lazily waves a flier around. ... The man walks off a boat in Kal'Alras, shivering. He looks around, and after speaking to a few people, is noticably flustered. He tosses the fliers in the air, and they disperse in the wind. The man walks back onto the ship, and shouts something to the sailor. By one way, or another, you stumble upon one of the fliers; "The Baron Quintus Julius seeks a skilled blacksmith to restore several iron tools which have been worn and rusted. Iron may be supplied, if required. Skilled blacksmiths only. All those may send word to His Lordship in Arethor, in the manor directly in front of the church entrance." ((Take note of the locations that I visited before posting. I'm also expecting a little bit of RP; not just tossing items back and forth.))