Bawd

more like tehpoolu

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MC Name: Bawd

IC Name: Dread Knight Elbent

Original Race [n/a if not applicable]: Human

Transformed Form: Dread Knight

Creator [mc name and ic name, n/a if not applicable]: Dread Lord Rawrych (augor1)

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature: A Dread Knight is a mortal soul trapped within a suit of armour through a spooky blood ritual. They are compelled to obey their creators' will, and have a strong urge to kill any and all living things. Weaknesses include holy magic, dismemberment and melting. They were created by the Blood Mages in Asulon, but later became independent under the Dread Lord.

EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that the previous Dread Lord destroyed all the knights loyal to him. I would like to make clear that this is a very old character who was never bound to that Dread Lord.

MC name: Bawd

Character's name and age: Bod Claw, roughly 130

Character’s Race: Goblin

What magic will you be learning?: Druidism.

Who will be teaching you?: Gi'Garun (Gigarun) attuned Bod and taught him Communion and Control. He has yet to find teachers for any other subtypes. He has been a Druid since August last year, and as a result is fairly experienced with Communion and Control.

Deckolo's a great guy. He should be a GM. +1.

I can try.

Explain to me in graphic detail what yaoi is.

Sky's a great guy. He's been immensely helpful to me in handling the Dread Knights while I had exams, and he's shown a great amount of dedication - a dedication which he'd certainly bring to the GM team. He's been a GM in the past, and a fantastic one at that. Apart from that, he's a generally cool guy. He'd be an invaluable addition to the GM team.

Mardo Wigglewobble, of 1 Pete's Plunge.

I'd be quite interested.

The pumpkin lord weeps.

The pumpkin lord is unforgiving.

High Priest Mardo prepares the ancient sacrificial pumpkin rituals.

"BAH! Heathens!" The High Priest spits. "Liberal 'Alflings are taking over our government! Well I'll tell yer, they'll regret it! The Pum'kin Lord don't look kindly on hairy-ticks!" He takes another sip of his ale, now actually reading the rest of the poster. "This should've been taken up wit' me. Fumble's gone an' done it now, he has. Dirty lib'rals."

I would like to request that you provide screenshot proof of the role play between yourself and the Dread Lord, showing that he actually passed it onto you.

That is not possible. The Dread Lord is preoccupied with real-life issues and has requested that I take over. This post was written as explanation for the shift in power, no other interaction on the matter took place.

The Dread Knights, now scattered and almost defunct, had been summoned. In a chamber deep beneath the ground, suits of armour held a conclave before a gargantuan throne. Upon this throne was the Dread Lord Verin, silent and unmoving, until every Knight who was to come had arrived. The iron despot then spoke, quietly, as if every word were precious. "My Knights," he rasped, "I have become... defunct. I am rusted and weary."

There was a long quiet, during which no Knight dared speak. "Elbent," came the Lord's voice, "step forward." The Dread Knight Elbent followed his Lord's command, stepping into the space between him and the Knights. He stood under the watchful gaze of his brethren, the respectful silence still in place. "My most... efficient lieutenant. You have served me well." Elbent remained silent, his stare fixated on the Dread Lord, unsure what was to come next. "You are to rule with my authority, as regent." He said at last. "Knights, obey him as you obey me!" The Dread Lord had given up leadership, and so began the rule of Dread Regent Elbent, his subjects bound to his will by the command of the Dread Lord.

I own none of the images in this thread.

Some IRL stuff has come up with the Dread Lord, so I'm in charge for a while. I know we're pretty damn inactive but that can (hopefully) be fixed.

Bod grunts, stretching his small, green arms and legs as he wakes. He puts on his robe and takes up his staff, waddling on his injured leg to find Danic, and bother him about this dream.

On his day off, wearing a brown shirt and grey trousers as opposed to his usual priesting robe, Mardo Wigglewobble takes a stroll down to the docks, his satchel of surgical equipment ready. He's having something of a mid-life crisis, and has decided that becoming a pirate is the best way to stay young. He approaches the ship, and is greeted by another Halfling.

"Ahoy Ma'ey, welcome t' Pumpkin's Husk Cove!"

"Ahoy to ye too!"

"Ready fer ye interview?"

"Is a crab's arse water-tight?"

"Yer name?"

"'Doctor' Mardo Wigglewobble."

"Got yer pira'e garb already?"

"Aye."

"'ave ye ever sailed before?"

"Wee bit."

"Wha' be yer desired s'a'ion ma'ey?"

"Ship's surgeon! I can also administer last rites, whe- If necessary!"

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The Sloth Druid, long absent from his brethren, awakens from what one can only assume was a long hibernation. At first he behaves at normal, but as details of the dream come back into his memory, he prepares for a journey, and returns to the Grove.

Name: Mardo Wigglewobble

Street: 1 Pete's Plunge

Nomination/Vote: MESELF.

High Priest Mardo Wigglewobble takes a moment to pray for those brave men and women who suffered serious snow-in-pants injuries on that day.

Heff's a fantastic guy. He dedicates a lot of time to player-run events for the Halflings and I think he'd make a brilliant Event Team member - you'd probably have trouble finding better.

A note is sent to Gi'Garun, in a rather angry script - It's very jagged and pointy, but perhaps that's due to its semi-literate goblin author.

"BAwD NUB Ged INViTAtioN wIF BaWD NAmE?!"

The letter is 'signed' with a lump of what appears to be goblin mucus.

Mardo Wigglewobble - 1 Pete's Plunge or summat.

Due to the work of the evil anti-Pumpkin spirits, the launch has been postponed.

6/10, ok.

Banned for being food.

Mardo Wigglewobble wipes the sweat from his forehead as he completes the complicated work required to convert a giant pumpkin into an orbit-capable craft.