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A small band of various fortune seekers set off to the battlefield where this 'Boggen' was supposedly seen.

Vodor the Frostbitten, the Ice Troll of the South, feels a twinge of sadness as more of his people are hunted down.

[!] Several children street urchins, dirty and covered in stains, could be seen plastering freshly made parchments throughout the trade boards of Vailor. At the top of the page the insignia of none other than the marine slaving queens, the Talbot Company. -=+Talbot Co. Slave Property+=- Salam rafiqi! Today, we bring you some fine property; as we always do! A young man, self proclaimed jack of all trades, at the age of twenty two. A lone adventurer, he could be made into something if one so wished. As-salamu alaykum rafiqis! Happy bidding. [!] Written below the introduction is several details about the slave in question. Name: Azariah Race: Human Age: 22 years old Occupation: Adventurer, laborer Physiological Condition: Sane, friendly Physical Condition: Average, no injuries. Bidding Starts at 200 minas

"I dread at the thought of the metal being in shards, one could sell those!" would say one Adil al-Sakhr upon reading a message carved into the tree. He'd shrug his shoulders and say "Their loss, not mine." as he turned to make his way back into the city of Al Wakrah.

Adil al-Sakhr held onto one of these fliers, giving an approving nod. He rather enjoyed the Dwarven people. However he wondered why the Caliphate was referred to as the 'Sand', besides the buildings everything was but dry grass. The Alliance of Dry Grass and Stone wasn't catchy enough he supposed.

brother dude jack all the hulkamaniacs as hulkamania runs wild on you

-SOLD- Shokran to the buyer

[!] A fresh poster is hung up, with the Talbot Company logo spread across the top of it nice and neat. Talbot Company Property Salam Rafiqi! We have a Wood Elf capable of fighting today. We found her after she scuffled with some folk under a bridge and won; we disarmed her (no pun on her missing hand), though she is capable to work and ambitious! She did win, remember. Name: Akara Race: Wood Elf Age: Young Condition: Missing one hand, healthy otherwise, able to fight. Attitude: Quiet, a little bit sassy, and quite the bargainer Starting Price: 250 [!] A sketch of the woman is hung below

Application -OOC- Mc Name: kincaid_ Skype: thehightinker Do you have teamspeak?: yep -RP- Name: Adil al-Sakhr Race: Qalasheen Age: 32

if you get asulon i need to see the beautiful hamcity of the south pre space marines

IGN: kincaid_ Character Name: Adil al-Sakhr References: -Clothes and really everything as close to this as possible -The dangling swords aren't necessary even though they look cool, seems hard to skin -Use my current skins face for reference. -1.8 stuff is very welcome, I love me some 3D. Tribute: -I offer you what little minas I have -The most valuable currency in every land, Cenas -And I extend my hand to you, a lost soul to join the holy church of Bleach.

"Subhan-allah!" shouts Adil bin Athir from the crowd of eager settlers, sure the city was nice and all but relaxing in a new Qalasheen village would be a nice change from the many foreigners within Al Wakrah.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6qAIaqK3_Q In the late night of the 18th of Snow's Maiden, 1521, terror rang from the streets of Al Wakrah as the beast only named as the 'Fleugal' emerged from it's sewer home. The creature pulled itself free with it's many tentacles as horrified eyes stared onward, it had grown so big from it's original incarnation! What is it we would do as it made its way into the city in the midst of the night as the people laid asleep? They were fooled to think they were safe when something so terrible resided beneath their feet very feet. However, were they the target? The beast made its path through the city, destroying archways and damaging homes, it was utter destruction as a group followed behind it! With many "SCREEEEEES!" to be heard from the Fleugal and terrified "SCRREEAMMSS" from the people, it was a horror flick, and those were nonexistent in this universe! The creature tore its way towards the docks as the bells of Al Wakrah ran across the lands along with the screams of people. where it launched itself into the water, which sprayed the ocean into the air as galleons rained down upon Al Wakrah, the only good thing to come of this was artificial rain in the dry savanna heat! The creature then arose itself from the ocean blue after crushing a portion of the docks. Bystanders screamed, some even said to leave it to go home! One man shed a tear as it then mounted a ship, maybe it was breeding? Who was to know what a female fleugal looked like! It tore the ship in half, leaving a large wreckage in its wake. A man shouted to give whoever would dive in to attempt and save the boat two hundred grand minas! Several jumped in, they were not found in the aftermath and are to be presumed dead. The creature began to swim off into the ocean deep, heading south west down the coast and deeper into the depths. Maybe the Devourer and it will have a stand off, and the Fleugal destroyed the ship in mere training and intimidation! With the mechanism pulled, a trebuchet from an unknown location presumed to be within Al Wakrah launched, the projectile nailing the Fleugal and bouncing off like a marble to jelly. Where does it go now? What is its goals? Beware travelers, for there is a Fleugal on a rampage. Fishers be wary, for your shacks may be the next host of the abominable, the vile, the ship-mounter, the FLEUGAL!

does this come in crazy eights or go fish edition?

Curan raises his spear into the air "Death to the dark ones who threaten the safety of the Caliphate! Join the Mubarizun today to take on these fiends!"

MC Name: Hightinker IC Name: Kaid Brooks Age: Thirty Race: Human Minor Backstory: Kaid Brooks was born to a small town and so called 'Lordship' in the wilds, pioneers settled because they couldn't afford to live in any of the nations-.. Or get jobs for that matter. He had a younger sister by a few years and a brother, a set of parents aswell. His family owned a lumbering business, wood cutting and all the sorts. Brooks Chopping and Logging it was called. Not too long after he was born, his mother grew ill from birthing him. Being a small town, it was a worry that others might get sick, and they cared for her. The town pleaded for medicines of any sort from the local Lord, but he refused, out right IGNORING his own people that he supposedly watched out for. The town progressively grew worse with no attention. Many didn't have money to spend, and others were scraping at the bottom of the can. Brooks' family went under rather quickly, them supplying a lot of wood for repairs without a cost to help the town. Greed brewed in the belly of Kaid's father however, and he went to the Lordships Fort to get a job as a guard, leaving home completely, sick of caring for his wife and three kids. Kaid, being the oldest, took over the business with his sister to care for their mother, his brother left to go pursue the medical field to try and help their mom. The towns luck ran dry however, with raiders visiting so often to terrorize the town and take what little they had, the lord cared little however, too busy with his own needs. Kaid spearheaded the founding of a militia, to be ready to fight when raiders came. They asked the lord for weapons, food, and supplies, but he ignored it. The Lord thought in his mind that they were getting greedy, and were going to try and fight HIM, so he twisted their words, saying to his force that they in sighted to attack. The Lord sent his Guards to seek the raiders, and help them get the town in exchange for their swords. Kaid in this time became proficient with a board n' axe and hunting bow in combat, after training with the militia fending off wild wolves, bears, and the sorts. The attack came swiftly, the town severely unprepared for less than rusty blades and stone pointed arrows, the town was massacred. Kaid put on an alright fight, but was eventually struck down, and then in an instant, opened his eyes, his memory fogged. He looked around at the sandstone walls of the Cloud Temple, confused, but feeling sore, and some pain. He set off to adventure from there, and has found himself here.

"Splitting could mean the end of us." Says the grayed man with a green headband. "Ragaros Orvar, Brother to Mabon and son of Barid." he scratches at his mustache, then goes to say "In the Savaar, those Clans who did not retreat to Orvar Hold when the Black Scourge came fell. We are what to assume the last of the Gorundyr, others may float in, but as of now there is only us. The Divines wouldn't smile upon us were we to fight and squabble, and not go together to the new land, South of us." he says, sipping from a soup bowl. "Morvan is right, he is granted the title of Yagar being Grandson of Barid, and inheritance of the seat of Chieftain. Those bonds that united the Clans in the Savaar still last, even with not many Clans being left." he says, motioning to Morvan. "I've seen much in my days, and it would be wise to come with us together, rather than seperate. Soon we could establish what we had in the Savaar. Several Clans living side by side."

goo hanseti go get your subform

A certain sense of shock and awe filled the bald headed, head band wearing shepherd that night. At first, he did not know what to believe. The omens were strong that the Hour of Twilight was upon them soon. The Ink wings coming from the tall broken tower in the distance, the eight eyes crawling out of caves and cracks in the mountains, all the same of what happened before the wretched ones slaughtered Gorundyr one by one in the Savaar. Though this was not the case. Ragaros sat at his desk, drawing with ink and feather on thin pieces of paper, symbols of the Gods of the Gorundyr people. Whilst there were eight, Ragaros only drew one. The symbol of Gorund, the Invincible light. The rest of his Clansmen laying asleep, he made his way to his overlook wooden balcony on Morvan's family's longhouse. "Jack.. Servant of Gorund, Herald of the End Times." he repeats to himself several times over. He did not go to sleep. Carrying a bedroll tied to a fur backpack, some fish oil, a flint and steel, and some of Alberg's very own bread, he left the valley place that Orvar called their own. He traveled on the sand coast, leaving footprints behind. What stood before him was Ravens Watch, a large tower filled with Ravens. Quiet at night, the birds sleeping like everything else should be. He made his way to the front of it, looking to the spot that him, Alberg, Hafgan, Morvan, and Byrnjolf stood still as at the words they were told just that day and the night before. He looked to the ground, the symbol of Gorund etched deep into the sand. He unrolled his bedroll, laying it down next to the symbol, starting a small fire next to it as well, laying down to sleep.

add pictures of our cow pen and chicken coop, and my hideaway you maroon. It does look very good with the shader texture combo though.

These look pretty great! I'd like one. MC Name: Hightinker Name of Character: Ragaros Orvar Skin: Other: Nope! Thank you@

Their Chief, gone. On a pilgrimage through this new land as the others have labeled it, Thales. Ragaros Orvar was left in charge. Days after getting to this land, the Orvar traveled in packs, all heading North. Eventually, they found themselves in a frigid mountain land, no where near as cold as the Savaar, but it will do. Days of chopping of trees, dragging logs, hearing picks hit stone, and hammers hit tools. The picking of wheat, everything seemed to be going according to what little of a plan there was. Everything seemed calm, lush, good. The Orvar's may have found a new home to call theirs.

Ragaros sits on the ground, surrounded by tall grass, bushes, and large trees sprawling to the sky. He looks around, alone. He can see the camp's glow from where he sits "I wonder if there's any sheep-friends around here... I have only seen cow-friends and chicken-friends. And Draug's ink quills." he wonders. He grabs his staff, a dagger tied to the top to make a spear, and stands. Ragaros walks towards the camp, thinking of thoughts of dinner, and whacking people over the head with his staff- Mainly Morvan. As he nears, he realizes he is trapped outside the wall, he groans, trudging his way through the woods to get to the entrance. Perhaps he might find a sheep or two on his way there.