Rusty7x

Please can everyone stop commenting on this to just bump it. We (media team) are just discussing the issue.

2/10

Grungin Thorekeg A mountain dwarf shunned by the nation for a number of years and was forced to live in solitude away from any kind of being. Some say it was due to his weak strength, others say it was his poor ability to socially communicate with his brethren dwarfs. Perhaps it was both but he does not understand. His father was not much help; a poor and drunkard dwarf. Never had much going for him in the way of life just a small pick and a few spare minas. Then his mother was not much either, nothing but a petty wh**e. Living off money she could get from anyone in any way. She spent every penny on food and small accommodation for herself and her son whilst his father was far away romancing other low lives and animals. The younger years were nothing pretty by any standard. Living in squalor and wretched accommodation moving from back ally to camp and back again. There was little food let alone enough to sufficiently sustain the both of them yet the managed to persevere through the ages. Before long they were both at work, his mother in a small tavern earning little to nothing and Grungin at a small mine. However, due to his malnourishment and poor quality of life, he quickly found himself lacking behind with the amount of work. He was not able to strike the pickaxe on the rock hard enough to create the ideal sized stone bricks. He would soon find himself out of work and unable to rely upon his mother. Sleepless nights Grungin spent lain upon the rough cobble of the back street roads. Covered in nothing but a thin, torn blanket and dirt, he led there nothing to live for. Scrounging any money he could and picking out of waste areas eating anything he could to survive. Oddly, Grungin had one thing for himself. A weird trait that he had always had and never able to build upon. His knowledge of the land and its ways. Being sat in the gusty winds and the seemingly endless nights Grungin has had the chance to sit and watch as the realm moves through the seasons and the distant heavens that shine so bright in the night sky. Over his time, Grungin had grown fond of the night sky and what it holds. The heavens and sanctuary of the mythical beings foretold in stories across the realm. The glittery ceiling that shelters us from the world above. It is all such a mystery for everyone and especially intriguing for Grungin. Sat by himself, Grungin wanders off into his imagination thinking and playing with thoughts of what is really sat there in front of us all. The sky above our heads is a marvel to his eyes.

Rusty is the best race.

Here is my latest picture. It is from when I was out with the lads and got really really drunk even though I am only 13 years old.

1/10. Your a nonce

[shouldn't this post now be unpinned and left to drift away seen as there is an updated version?]

"Hats on lads, jackets done up" says Admiral Elessar to his lesser staff, "The Emperor expects the best of us now and always will." As his men prepare their suits Elessar walks over to a small drawer in his office and slowly opens to reveal the contents. To an untrained eye they would seem like nothing but a pile cluttered papers. However, Elessar quickly sifted through the sheets quickly and picks out a certain one, then quickly rolls it up and ties it with a small piece of string. He holds it under his arm and leaves his office. "Ready chaps?" Elessar mutters off as he exits the Admiralty. Walking from their carriage to the door of the throne the men take the final time to adjust their uniforms. As they approach the door, Elessar simply nods is head toward the guards as they open the doors. All the men enter and correctly address their righteous emperor. Elessar steps forward handing, the scroll to one of his men. "Emperor, as you may know the newly reformed navy has many a men. We have decided to enlist only the best of the best and shall remain trained in all ways of seamanship." Elessar quickly motions to the man too his right: the one holding the scroll. Then, a number of servants step into the room and place a small table in front of his imperial majesty himself. Elessar takes the scroll and steps up to the table. He then unties the string and rolls out the large parchment upon the table. "These are the full crew lists as of now and the placements each man should take upon the given vessel. We have decided to give the captain's the authority to delegate their crew into the positions of their desire." Elessar then steps back allowing the emperor to read though the parchment. "As of now my liege, all the main vessels are fit for purpose and are only awaiting command. I as well as my superior would like to know if there were anything that you wish to do with such a mighty fleet?" Elessar then steps back and waits for a response.

A mere 7/10 because I'm a heartless bastard. Just to save the person below me time I'll write 10/10 for myself because I can.

well hi there guys, shall we be friends?