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Dragon go brrrr

Maxim Falstaff looked up from surgery, his white apron stained with blood splatters both new and old. The apprentice boy who had entered the chamber gawked, hastening his gaze away from the gory scene. “Master sir.” The boy mumbled, “Black and white banners have landed shore-side.” The lad stole an apprehensive gaze of morbid curiosity at the limp body of the patient. “Right, thank you Johnson.” The doctor said, returning his attention back to the operation at hand. The boy nodded, closing the door and leaving with as much eagerness as he had entered. “How curious, that distant kin brace these shores, no doubt in search of fame and fortune. I hope good fortune meets my cousins in Guise, as our family histories are hardly pleasant.”  

Huw heads towards the northern territories upon seeing this contract. 

“How barbaric.” a latent homosexual Ironrod clan member gasps!

Time is not relative to race. 

The Saneyir furrows his eye as he crumbles up another failed attempt at a speech and tosses it into the bin. 

Let’s have it be event only, less CA’s please. 

Buy her ******* art!

“Truly, churchmen die bloodier deaths than tyrants.” Maxim muses. 

“Neptune bless the Emperor.” Maxim pronounces proudly.

Doctor Maxim Falstaff, readies himself for the impending trial, reminding himself not to reveal his true identity again.  

Humans powergaming age? Only race that keeps accurate records of births and deaths of thousands of PC’s... What brainrot notion is this...

Lame.

“I shall attend of course friend. Only ash remains.” Haethiul mutters, making the preparations for the journey from Luxem.  

((I recognise this, what is it based on nect?))

3 hours ago, Jentos said:

Listen. If you want to play a bootlegged version of a witcher/marked man on lotc, do it, ok, its gross but ok. But the fact that you’re unable to actually just go and hunt down a monster by using your own intelligence plants a number of doubts into me. This isn’t me. We don’t need witchers. If you want to play a ******* witcher go and do it. But don’t bring in your alchemical-magic suff into this. Only a weak man needs this. Only a craven needs superhuman abilities what other groups of players have been slaughtering using their wits and technique for so long. Get rid of this, keep the beastly initial ET version, I’m fine with that. I should also mention that by actually get this accepted – you folks get to be the big boi “witchers”, the ones with the titles, the ones with it all. Stop using lore to try and get your viewpoints accepted. Do it through roleplay. And no, tavern sip sip and highschool drama rp is not part of the deal. 

 This. 

“That city looks frightfully familiar.” Reynard commented as he inspected the ghost of Aleksandria.    

6 hours ago, Esterlen said:

 

Prince Magnus of Casteburg’s accountant, the ninety-three year old Graf Ulrich von Lochlear und Stahl emerges from a leafy bush.

 

“You swine. You traitor. You rat. You’ve ruined my political career. Why can’t you just leave me in peace, hmm? Well, you’ve always got me into trouble, but now you’ve really gone too far. I’m going to teach you a lesson and I am going to stop you.”

 

With that, he falls into the fire-pit, his robes catching alight on the embers.

Grad Ulruch von Lochlear und Stahl’s assistant Manfred aep Manne gasps in horror as he watches his master as quickly as the match strikes, engulfed in flames! 

The miasma of the event causes him to gag, but he knows what he must do: put out the fire at all costs.

“Do not worry master, I shall save your hide!”

With that, he unbuckles his belt, and hefts down his corduroy pantaloons, as he prepares to put out the flames.    

Deserves a chance to prove himself +1

“Good John, you’ve done admirably!” Albert E Myre spluttered out between mouthfuls of pork-pie. 

“This boy will be a King to remember, be it joy or sorrow.” Albert E. Myre said to Veikko H. @frill

do u remember all the wicked things that went on in Boiendl’s brothel..?