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9/10 Possibly the most amazing moment in the Last Air Bender. BTW, the thingy in my avatar is called a Kolovrat. An ancient Slavic symbol for the Sun, today used by Pan-Slavists. The more you know.

10/10 Pure win.

9/10 Your Master Chief one was cooler.

Banned for no reason.

Banned for TURTLE. I like turtles.

Banned for being against a Slavic-based Subudai dynasty that used to be a tribe.

Banned for being a politeness nazi.

Banned for banning a person for being banned.

I cannot sign this, or anything, but just to give my Rappy a tip. Rappy, maybe you can make the waterfall come from the top? Make a little lake perhaps? Just my thought. Good luck Rappy.

I thought it could happen without it being caused by your magic... Just kinda random. Admit it, shiz be cool.

I like this event as well as the one in which the Vale is frozen. My thought on it: Why not make it global? Cover most of the map in snow? That would be sweet. Also, it would be fun if wheat couldn't grow in the snow. Make a few famines here and there, some fast travel issues when it comes to boats, and VOILA! You have an awesome global event. A MINI ICE AGE.

((I think y'all didn't RP it correctly. People were sceptical of toilets back then.)) *Beladin's face fills with shock as he reads about 'potties'. He grips his head hardly, arching his eyebrows in disapproval and disbelief.* "Whuh woow'd anyune doo' d'at? D'as jawst..." *Figuring he feels more comfortable in his home town, where there is no talk of 'potties' he takes a carriage to Solace, and begins to search for the Longboat, to sail to Varivik.*

*a response letter appears to have been attached to an arrow and then fired, sticking right below the original note. Its writings are colorful, and so you begin to inspect what it is, searching though the short response the most important pieces of information, and write it down. Thinking to yourself, you wonder whether to accept or not.* Name: Beladin Kirvel Age: Thrity four. Leadership Qualifications: I learned many things from the journal of my father. Many of the pages are occupied by his organized attacks on the town of Varivik, trying desperately to return to his home from which he was banished. I also serve as an economic leader in the town, strict, and blunt. I believe leadership is the life for me. Weapon Specialties ((skill lvl)): I am excellent when it comes to swinging the axe. I can decapitate zombies, tear through skeletons, spiders, pigmen, and even people. I can also blend skillfully into the night. Sneak up on prey, and take its life in seconds. ((Axemastery lvl 100)) ((Stealth lvl 100)) *you leave a note as a response. "No doubt he will see it.", you say to yourself as you nail it below the letter from the stranger. It says...*

((That is IC. Now, there is no Khagan, since the Khagan is dead. So, there is no reason not to make the mine right where it is. Plus, Enismor was a bustling town, we are a quiet village, and it would be just fine to make a mine there. Plus, we already have a mine within the city limits, so yeah.))

((Yes, it says mountains and hills must be used, however, the hill I used is in the town, and no where in the entire post does it say it cannot be in a town. Thank you.))

The carts on the server are annoying and laggy. They don't work properly, and I have to give my vote to fast travel. EDIT: Oops, I just noticed this is for dwarves. My bad.

*Beladin arches an eyebrow as Jess says that. He thinks to himself, and sighs.* Yoo' dun do a good jawb d'en. Uh fawnd irun jawst buh diggin' sawch une small hole. Enawf f'er nine ingawts. So, thar mawst be mawr. Thar is hawpe. Uh nuide t'a give yoo' d'at irun, yoo' mawst muike muh sawm tools. ((Where did you get that information? I doubt that is true. I will be making a new mine, then))

*You visit the Grand Hall, and you notice yet another paper nailed to the walls with the Kirvel Crest on it. Knowing only Beladin does that, you approach it, and begin reading. "What is he up to, now?" You sigh, but seem a bit pleased with what you see.* Salutations men, and women of Varivik! I have held a speech earlier about a new currency- the Krune. During this speech, a man who I did not recognize suggested to me we build another mine, as the current one is poor, bare, and useless. And so, I have done what the citizens of Varivik have asked of me! I present to you, the drawings of the new mine. You can find this new mine on your way from the Hall to the market! *rough sketches made with some ink are placed one beneath the other, making it very clear where the new mine is.* *You rush outside, and notice the mine. With a smile on your face, you return to the paper, and read the remaining text.* Now, I couldn't finish it, for my tools became useless. I hope I can get myself another couple of pickaxes, so that the construction may continue. Signed, Guverdur Beladin Kirvel, Proud Blood of Uglijesha. *You seem delighted with the new change, and head over to the mine to check the progress. Little has been done, but many things are yet to come, so you head home, pleased with the new change around Varivik.*

*Beladin hears out both Jess and Ranley, listening to them intently, and with patience. Upon them finishing, he begins to speak once more, now louder. He is showing off confidence and charisma, hoping to convince everyone they need a new currency.* Jess, d'a Horun muide now differunce at awll. D'ey ah still tradin' fuine, and d'er is now reasawn nawt t'a git awrselves a new coin. In fuct, if we 'ave a coin, mawr puiple muight learn awf Vurivik! As f'er d'a mine, un' whulls, Uh whull tuike cure awf d'a mine. Uh am makin' a new une. Hawevuh, whulls ah nawt in muh pawuh. Uh believe wuh shoow'd hold awff on makin' d'a whulls, sow d'at Vurivik muy expand t'a d'a west, near d'a Gauntlet. *finishing, he nods to Jess, and averts his head to Ranley, trying to shout loud enough for Ranley to hear him.* Runleh! As Uh said, d'a Horun muide naw difference. D'ey still traded fine. Naw, as f'er speed, whuy nawt muike a lawt awf reforms quickleh? Bettuh naw d'en nevuh. Uh wunt t'a muike di's tawn une bee hive, luike it unce was. Uh wunt merchunts t'a arrive, and leave Vurivik, impawrt un' expawrt goods. D'a coin cun awnly spread d'a word abawt Vurivik! *Beladin finishes his speech, and returns to his home. The crowd slowly disappears into the houses of Varivik, leaving the streets empty and bare. A silence falls upon Varivik once again, bird song, the only thing one can hear.*