Avacyn

Rufus grins a toothless grin. Wait, that's not right. He has three, silly me. Rufus grins a three-toothed, yellowed grin, his blackened gums exposed in utter glee. He raises his skinny, blistered arm into the air, hand clenched into a fist. He cries out.

"Yea'! Dea'f ta' tha' Elfies! They're stealin' our jorbs!"

He finishes speaking, lowering his arm, smiling quite contently.

Who's Gavian?

I've honestly never heard of him/her.

Does it matter if you've heard of GavLan? Being a GM isn't about popularity and recognition, it's about the work you can do. ; )

gavlan did it

HE DIIIIIIIIID IIIIIITTTTTT

I have to say, I really never liked you or saw you as a person I enjoyed being around on LotC, but this lore is actually very well-done. It's reasonable, works well as a substitute for "OMG VAMPIREZZZ!!1!!!!", and is written very, very well. I commend you, sir. Perhaps there's more to you than I thought ;)

Marcus Briarwood sees the note

"LITERALLY NOBODY CARES"

Doctor Ludivic gets pissed off that Corvo the fool stole his plague mask swag

That is indeed an automated ban message.

((Its actually a bit powergamey to "only hand out the fliers to those who seem interested". If they know nothing about what your guild is, how can they be interested?))

Marcus Briarwood smirks after hearing the news.

Marcus Briarwood's wrists are cut by the edge

((Hadrien de Sarkozy is my bff man))

Marcus Briarwood catches word of the declaration. He sprints off to Salvus, runs into the middle of the square, raises both hands in the air, and begins running around screaming,

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

((Try to give credit where credit is due. Mog did not make that map, it was made by ElectrcWizard.

Marcus Briarwood calmly stands around. 

He casually thinks about what would happen if someone attacked House Baelish.

it would be really goddamn funny

Gregor Ludivic - hansetian.

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HAHAHAHAHA LOOKS LIKE YOU DONE GOT MUTED

The small raiding party of Roses galloped away. Leading the group was the Red Devil himself, the fiery redhead Jullius Amedaius. He was backed by three of the most brutal, unforgiving men the Rose had- Arthal Lowedge, the Curbstomper - Hadrian Fitzroy, The Bandanna-Wearing Cutthroat, and Marcus Briarwood, the Horned Horror. Together, they had slain the few men that Darkhaven still had.

And they would be back.

(Dont worry his behind a magical door, only godfrey can let em out!)

((u need an MA for alteration mogorka

ur gettin report son))

Augustus Blackmont sits idle in his bed at the imperial palace, confined to a large chamber - his Blackmont guards standing sentry outside the door; paralleled by the men of the Dragon Guard.

((Dragon guard's disbanded :P))

Marcus Briarwood hears word of this supposed House.

"It's like... My name had a baby with Siegmund and August."

((I'm sorry, you don't have an MA for Necromancy))

((This better get funny or someone is going to have to find a new place to live with his mates.))

((lel))

I'm in love.

Please. Tell me when you're doing requests. ; )

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