DragoonCrow

She showed me some pictures, it was good. +-1

This, my dear friends, is ****.

Just you lads and lasses wait, I'll spam the forums with pictures of how handsome I am in uniform!

Not asking for Norwegians only silly, I mean all of you. 

Hello all! 

I'm leaving for the Norwegian army this Thursday, and I'm therefore requesting pictures of YOU. 

You? You may ask, why? To remind me what I'm getting trained to fight for. So send me pictures, post them here, or send them to me in a PM. 

Why don't grab them from the Show myself thread? 

That's ******* creepy, saving pictures of people that don't know, and it's not personal. 

So go! 

AVE TEUTONICA!

I agree fully. 

Minecraft Name: Wetoos

Skype ID: patrick.g1995

Voices you prefer doing: I can do most manly voices. 

Sound file (link please):https://soundcloud.com/patrick-grand/audio-recording-on-friday

Sorry about the fan in the background, it's neccessary, or I'll melt. Will turn it off if I ever have to record anything else.

He has good family values. +1

Berendan Thorne frowns widely as he reads the name on the poster, before reviewing his orders. 

-A formal letter bearing the sigil of the Teutonic Order arrives at the campus, carried by a huge, muscular seagull who breaks a nearby window to enter.- 

"Under orders from the Hochmeister, Mirtok Denurem, the medic of the Teutonic Order has formally been ordered to attend your lessons to further our medical skills. 

The following members will attend: 

Sariant Medic Berendan Thorne. ((Wetoos))

Sariant Medic Edric Altraza ((Duckd8))

Sariant Medic Leopold Sotton ((gg12gg))

These members will attend at their own discretion, whenever they can. 

Signed, Sariant Medic Berendan Thorne 

Signed Sariant Adjutant Titania Hawksong. 

yes

I'm sorry, but I enjoy having fun. -1

Bascially, Snow elves wanted to be special snow snowflakes, and didn't want to go mainstream so they invented their own ****. Go with High Elves or Wood elves, it's safer. 

yes

A note is sent in: "Berendan Thorne, stabbed a Balrog to death with his Zweihander in the realm of can't remember. Huge as a bear, and handsome as...handsome people. Has served in multiple military forces throughout the years since Aegis. Handsome as ****." 

Sariant Hawksong shrugs, enjoying the nice fireworks. 

Sariant Hawksong nods as the meeting is over, he heads back to his room, grabbing some books from the shelves before heading towards the alchemy room. He grabs whatever regents he can, before mixing together whatever he thinks might cure this plague. As the gates of Castle Bealcrest is shut, he waves goodbye to the outside world, before popping a piece of candy into his mouth and pretending it'll be okay. 

Sariant Knight Hawksong opens up his desk, pulling out a small picture of Godfrey Horen, before putting it back. He looks at his astonishing amounts of paperwork, hoping that he will soon be able to rejoin his brothers. 

He pulls out a tiny flag of Hanseti, waves it around in circles and mutters a simple "Beliae doe King," before heading back to the stacks of paper. 

I agree with niccum in the sense that watyll should shut up and the victory posts themselves aren't the problem. They're usually pretty well thought out and well written. It's the fact it always devolves into shitstorms in the comments below.

 

If a kid can't handle a nice toy without being a brat take the toy away.

The hypocrisy here is mind baffling at best. The last time a victory post was written, you helped feed the OOC insult in Roleplay form.  

Top kek

Martin (Sean Bean) does somewhat die. Just a little though.

I think I'll keep my personal opinions to myself. Hyll Sveariket.

You may want to switch the title to: "For sale." It may or may not be implied that it's "on sale" thus cheaper than it used to be. 

I dunno man. Heard he can't handle stress very well. Apparently he got all up in arms about the potato famine. 

((Jk +1))

Sariant Thorne gets up that morning, turning across the room and looking at the sleeping form of Darion. He rubs his sleep weary eyes and heads to the door, poking his head out. He sees the commotion, grabs a random Pleb and asks him what's going on. 

"Lion's getting torn up by the Hochmeister because of some murder." 

Thorne narrows his eyes, mutters a "Faecken." and heads back into his room, intending to sleep past this event. He looks down, and notices the letter. Picking it up and sighing. 

"Better get up and deal with this ****." He rips off his clothing and heads off to wash.