Toastersaurus

2000 minas says Mustafa

Buying potatoes. 1 stack of raw potatoes will pay 300 minas. (Already bought, delete post)

I've looked and I don't understand it. I'd rather someone just tell me the exact ingredients instead of symbols. There is the same amount of meta-gaming from looking at the lore as if someone were to just tell me so it really doesn't matter. I just want the recipes.

I will give you 10k if you just tell us all the recipes instead of the stupid water, fire, earth, air symbols.

Full name(RP name): Winky Butterbum Age: 19 Race: halfling Profession(Rp or Nexus): farming Previous Military experience: Elites scout inquisitor, special agent of the church, captain of the butterbum guard and Holy pumpkin knight of the carrot farm. Allegiance: GOD Mc Name: Toastersaurus Skype: adam.dickbutt (Both Skype and Teamspeak of preferred for easier communication.)

A poster is stuck to the wall on the felsen gatehouse "Stop closing the Gate to the Felsen docks, you buffoonish pig-faced turd kisser."

Name: Reginald Forney Age: 50 Gender: Male Are you of the Faith? Yes Previous Militaristic experiences: Sergeant of the something or other ((OOC Information)) Mc Name: SANTASBALLS Skype: Erik082198

Throdo for gm.

After witnessing staff members just doing an event for themselves. +1. Name: ToastersaurusTimezone: GMTFavorite Meme: Me

"500 minash!" screeches Winky Butterbum

Winky Butterbum looks around his warm, cozy, hovel, going down to his cellar to pour himself a mug of ale. Upon lifting the keg tap and holding his tankard underneath a horrifying revelation follows "Itsh all gone!" he cries to the heavens raising his fists in the air in distress. But then he is hit by an sudden epiphany, snapping his fingers, he smiles cunningly "No 'alflin' 'ome isn't complete wiv-out a source o' booze. Ah will make me own!" he declares. Taking to his desk, writing a wonderful flier with the word WANTED written at the top large to grab the readers attention. Winky takes to the different cities, leaving copies in all the hotspots he knows about. WANTED A BREWING STAND. Contact Winky Butterbum if ye are selling.

Standing atop a hill watching over as the flames destroy his kins village, Winky Butterbum clutches his finely sharpened shovel. Dawning his armour, forged from the very pots and pans of his dead parents, he lets out a cry of anguish "I will 'ave vengeansh for dish heinoush crime againsht my people!" He proceeds to mount his pony giving a single painful glance back to the smouldering village as he rides off to seek justice.

Meditating with the mage Outside the gregarious city of Al-Wakhrah, away from the noise, away from the heat, in a small forest, sat the mage Beranabus Seregon and another potential student. They sat on smooth rocks by a secluded pond within, their legs crossed in a meditative position. The student, a nervous but curious little halfling, named Winky Butterbum. The mage began to directing Winky, handing a strange but alluring orb with unusual mists within, the colours changing upon contact. Holding the orb comfortably, Winky closed his eyes feeling a sense of calm slowly wash over him. Beranabus began to talk to the halfling, easing him into meditation, with each word echoing in his mind. The ambience of the forest soon began to disappear from Winky’s mind, the frogs, the trees, the cool breeze faded. The only sound left was the peaceful voice of the mage growing in his mind. To Winky, day became night, night became day, the halfling staying there as the cycle repeated. With no option left but to open his eyes, Winky peaked his eyes open to see yellow mists seeping out of the orb and surrounding his body. Looking around, complete silence, with Beranabus noticeably not being there. Suddenly a flash of colours appeared, followed by the feeling of falling towards the very pool of ever-changing colours. Splashing deep into the pool, Winky continued sinking deeper, a small bright opening below which he sunk through. The bright light of the opening blinds him for a second, as he landed on something soft like wool as his eyes adjust to what appears in front of him. He looked down to see that he was riding comfortably on wonderfully white cloud, soaring over an endless field of golden wheat. A warming feeling flowed through him as he looked down to see a single hobbit hole in the middle of the field with a sense of nostalgia. He looked up to see the upcoming clouds before him, forming into the shape of a giant bearded man, slowly morphing to become solid as he flew closer. The giant smiled as the halfling collided with the giant’s long grey beard, Winky’s cloud evaporating and dissipating behind him. The beard consumed him and buried him deeper into the fluffy ticklishness as all turns to darkness. Winky steps forward, no exit in sight, he turned but soon forgot which direction he came in, he turned once more to see a curious door under a spotlight. As he made his way unknowingly towards the door, a sudden stabbing pain to the back of the head followed by the flash of white light. Winky in a panic awakens to realise he was lying on his back on the floor, his head on the rock behind him. Beranabus let out a small chuckle and explained how he lost his balance. The halfling promptly stood up in confusion, looking to the sky to see that it was only sunset, his thoughts became clearer. Winky realised it was all a dream, a dream which made no sense to him, he looked to the mage for guidance, who took back the orb and removed a parchment from his pocket. Tearing off a piece, he handed it to Winky and told him to write on the paper when things become clearer. Putting on his shoes and smiling Beranabus left the halfling in his confused state with more questions than answers. Winky went back to his hobbit hole and sat down by the fire with a calming cup of tea, pondering over his dream as he gradually began to remember what he saw. He took the small parchment taking it to his desk, dipping his fine quill into the inkwell as began to write to Beranabus with means to contact him.

WIZARD WANTED FOUND Looking for a wizard, mage or sorcerer to take me on as their apprentice and teach me magic. If interested, please send me a bird or find me in Luciensport Signed, Winky Butterbum

Do not worry. iMattyz came down from the heavens and fixed it Topic can now be closed

So there I was, wanting to get an iron shovel, a simple dream of mine. My blacksmithing was inept, quite the annoyance. I had two legendary skills, fishing and leatherworking, I had room for a bonus. But how wrong I was. Upon setting my blacksmithing to my bonus skill, it occurred to me that my most loyal and reliable leatherworking was not my secondary skill at all. NO! It was set as my bonus, and when I made my blacksmithing turn from that disgusting "Inept" to the most curious and wonderful "Promising" I erased the very thing I held most dear. The very we all hold dear, our xp. Now I come before thee to seek help in this most tragic of accidents, giveth me thine xp back, for I earned it through most troublesome and time consuming methods. 693705 xp obliterated into nothingness. Literally no warning, as seen in this screenshot

When you have a job where you are showered with money to dance, then you'll understand, It's not much at all. I'd much rather pay than spend time, which I haven't got, doing the painstaking process of releveling skills.

I paid for a race change on Sunday and still haven't received it in game. I have done a couple modreqs and spoke with Tsuyose twice and he said he messaged Tythus and was awaiting a response. So can someone please change my race. Anyone at all. For the love of God! I have my receipt. Pm me and I shall show you it.

A letter is sent to Arbiter Dak'ir Des'nox and the Archon's of Vivec, drips of blood and been clearly wiped away from the paper To the noble Arbiter Dak'ir Des'nox and the loyal Archon's to Vivec, I write to you in absolute disgust at the criminal who runs around our streets freely, the criminal I speak of is a white haired Mali'Ker named Bolnin. Let me go back to the beginning, I met this scum bag at the front gates of Vivec. The swine insulted my appearance and I gave him a quick retort, him then returning with a threat to behead my mother which I shook off as just an empty threat. He then demanded my name which I refused, he gave me his though I did not ask for it. I decide to leave for my energy was spent with his insults and threats. However he then followed me, without my knowledge, until no one was around to witness. I turned to see the pudding-headed assassin with his blade to me, my quick reaction stopped the blade hitting anything important, though I couldn't stop the blade itself. He grinned as he pulled the blade out attempting to grab me. Luckily I was able to escape his grasp and I ran with my heart pounding to find someone to help. One of the DeNurem girls came to my aid and helped bandage me, but it was all for naught once I saw Bolnin find me and the DeNurem. He began acting dumb and pretended like he didn't know what was happening. An Archon appeared and tried to investigate, however he didn't find any blood on Bolnin's blade and Bolnin wouldn't admit to anything. What happened next shocked me to the void. The Archon ordered Bolnin to aid me in recovery back to health, Bolnin then agreed knowing he'd get me alone and even suggested giving me something to put me to sleep. I left as quickly as I could, clutching my wound tightly as I shakily wrote this letter to you. My heart beating with rage and anger at how this brigand is allowed to roam freely. The anger is also pointed at the nonsensical logic of one your Archon's who decided to let an attempted murderer, finish the job. I am now in hiding, and will continue to be in hiding until justice has been done. I do not want to walk the streets fearing for my life. Yours fearfully Mand'ani Volani, bard extraordinaire

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Kertug da koward. Pug uv da urukz. Mi kan ztill peep latz pushdug fat azz runnin aweyh.

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Blind Tuuzt'Lur stares at a wall in anger attempting to strangle it.