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((A fine way to crack down on mary-sues, but the reasoning on this one is rather flawed.))
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My character keeps getting edgier... Though all of her magic tattoos, flaming swords, and funny red eyes keep getting obtained through RP events. I can't help myself!
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Black Aliss lets Artimec stand, only to wrap her legs tightly around his waist, keeping herself hoisted and latched onto him as he stands. She begins grabbing for the bandana, attempting to put it on her own head head as she stabilizes herself with a hand on your shoulder. She takes notice as he freezes. Her wide grin becomes wiry, and snakelike. "Oh~? You had to what?"
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Black Aliss cackles, it is darn near witch-like in its sound and tone. A massive grin forms on her face as she pins Artimec down by his shoulders and digs her bare feet with painted black nails down into the squishy swamp mud. "I found you~ because your in my swamp~! Fartimec!" Black Aliss begins to do her usual ritual of playing with your face and hair. Aliss was always far too hands-y with her brother. She begins by pinching Art's cheek. "You didn't think you could just come to your Big Sis Aliss's neck of the woods without saying hello, did you~?"
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Well that escalated quickly/
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Aliss giggles. She instantly charges Artimec, jumping into a somersault and landing on him in a huge huggle, probably bowling him over.
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Deep in the woods, outside an old shack, Black Aliss appears at the doorway. She knocks on the ragged looking wooden door, crooning "Oh Broooootherrrrrr, I found yoooooou~"
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Why are all the balls feature assassinations? I swear, Assassins must constitute for at least a third of the people attending, lol.
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Hex37 - iron vip
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*Nienna sighs., looking at the corpse.* "I think I know why," She says, reaching out to take the book from his hands- rather unflinchingly, as she's seen it all before. "Botar was an alchemist, and a good one." She fires a swift, one-eyed glance at the man. "You should know better than to bury a man with his book. The point of the darn things is for others to read it."
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[7:30:53 PM] Hex37 (Calm): http://gyazo.com/90f2811993631796d3a6ada0035cd5f3
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"Driven mad by loss, I'd say. He might of realized that his job only delays death, and that no matter how hard he works, he can't save anyone. Not really, not forever." *Nienna kneels by the coffin, pressing two fingers against her lips, then placing those fingers on the coffin. She raises a single palm facing perpendicular to her chest, in a form of prayer.* Eventually, she begins to speak, words from another language flow from her mouth, and sound clear as crystal. "...Ciwe, Bortu'laureh. Ehire fiyem ito sul kina, llir. Lye llim'sae tenna omentae'yem." *Finishing her brief words, she looks up at the undertaker, giving him a nod. She waits for the man to lower Botar in.*
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Nienna Huffs at the monks as she dismounts the carriage. She's always hated monks. "Not much help to be found. Even his own daughter is dead. Now, it's just you, me and the respectfully patriotic third one."
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*looks at ban report, the immediately proceeds to cough uncomfortably.* Ehm, well, nice knowing you boendl.
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I don't see why people think the teutons lost. The battle was for land- and now they've nothing to hold it with.
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Okay, stop antagonizing eachother. This was a roleplay event, and there's no reason to get worked up OOCly. The outcome of the battle was posted here: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/89287-the-battle-of-the-dreadfort/page-3?p=783948#entry783948
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A necromancer asked me to tell him where his wand was. I challenged him to a game of chess. Like the devil and fiddles, they are honor-bound to accept... somehow. Long story short, I beat a necromancer in a game of chess for my soul. That sums up my evening.
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Nienna says aloud. "I don't really get it. Why place trees there? Flowers are already growing happily in that field. Nature is everything, druian'ikru."
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So, where would acerbuddy's mossbeard fit in this? He's... Really odd for an ent- only 9 feet tall, a weakness of memory loss, and a binding to the treelord somehow. Would he be a baby ent or something?
