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152 BrilliantAbout Bones
- Birthday 12/15/1998
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Aidevo Keita
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Seyami Farfolk
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Edwyn peered over the shoulder of his betrothed with a gleeful smile as she penned the missive, leaning forward to plant a peck on her cheek.
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Edwyn Stafyr read the missive while lounging over the view from Numenost, the news brought a wistful smile upon his face.
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Worminator: Dirt Fate
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[✗] [MA + Alchemy Addition] Affliction, the Third Coming
Bones replied to The King Of The Moon's topic in Denied Lore
Very happy w/ this it looks great, so much more clarification and elaboration on some of the vaguer parts of the previous write that were open to abuse. Also a big fan of the implementation of the strain counts! -
Lovely writing as always Mr Hephaestus <3
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What is thy name? Celiael Maeyr'onn [OOC: What is your username and Discord handle?] Bones#1037 What is thy race? Mali'thill From which talonii do thou hail, if mali’thill? Maeyr'onn Art thou pure? Ti. If not, do thou wish to be? N/A What is thou age? 143 Dost thou pledge thy troth and loyalty to the Silver Mother, Larihei, and her state? Ti
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What was the turning point for you (if any specific thing/moment) that made you want to engage with LOTC as a player, and not just troll/muck around?
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BIG AGREE. 100%. I would love to see large scale antagonising of settlements that isn't just bandits showing up, causing a city to lock its gates for an eternity. Unfortunately, navigating the red tape surrounding property damage within settlements, coupled with the fact that the perpetrators would likely be subjected to pvp default makes it near impossible to do.
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Favourite memory on the server, ic or ooc?
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maevuna of thoth
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Seated in a land far off, word finally reaches the now aged Haeseni man. The notice offered to him by the courier was scanned over with an eager gaze-- it had been an age, or at least it felt like it, since he had heard from his firstborn. Though this was not a letter he had been hoping for, nor indeed expected. With a heart so heavy it felled the man back into the seat of his study, the missive held betwixt a crushing grasp-- his cerulean gaze glossed over and then turned out over a small bay. His chest rose up and down as finally, the barriers to his sorrow broke back to deliver a torrent of tears down his pale cheeks. "Rest well, little dove. . . You are free now."
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Why did Vladislav challenge his wife's music teacher to a duel?
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Can I ask another question?