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I told you I wasn’t too far off when I made that ‘edit’ Stop ripping off infinity war No you cannot be the time wizard. Collective response; Big fat no.

Unknown to most, the persona known as ‘September’s Malice’ could not attend the Caras Eldar siege for reasons unknown to man. One could’ve said that his wavering morale, mayhaps been a secondary cause, another would’ve been his true loyalties to the elves, those who nurtured him while others had much more.. questionable means. Befitting to his scarred heritage, the hi-Bryophite, calmly meditated deep within the sacred grove of the wonka woods, having little influence to fight his own kind. With little real control over his actions, the cultist dug deep into the murky soil, allowing the roots to coil over his ankles, leather clad armor. The man wasn’t going to budge, nor for either side, a neutral party until the end. Despite the immediate realization that his lord was to come into loss, the man stared at the rotting roots, his willing shackles unbound, after several years of dedication, it was finally over.. The bryophites bond shattered, among many other additions to his tempered hide. The previous wooden skin, blistering with thorns had receded back into mortal flesh. The man’s fiber-like locks bloomed back with a sultry raven ebony. The prior bryophite had retained his mortality. But at what benefit? The silent cultist peered over to the dying roots, his expression holding morose grimness, his mind appeared to be full of thought, What now? Thought the cultist, every passing moment silently judging, reflecting upon past actions. His sole objective had failed, the Empire of Man still stood, the south; still stood, the north, triumphant in it’s victory struck enough chords within the follower to say more than enough will: No matter your strength, even the most impossible of adversaries can become broken. With one final pass of the sanctum, the man eventually pulled himself up from the dirt, dusted off his clothing, gave one silent bow towards the tree, and wandered off, into the nothingness.

Memes aside as usual, let’s see what happens.

We can only hope, right? The payment cost for warclaims is justified, those who say it’s too expensive need to remember that you can get money from other sources just from your own wallet.

The urge to make so many puns.. Grr, I have to restrain myself.

Within my current four months of being upon lotc i’ve not time to experience the orcs in a wholesome way, regardless if we’ve ever talked or not, I wish you the best of luck in the future. As some might find it foolish to say, I hope to see you back upon lotc one day.

Speaking from an actual player’s perspective, this is entirely accurate.

:Ok hand:

Huh.

Thorvn watched from the sidelines, casually chewing on sandwich. As usual- this doesn’t surprise him.

The cultist of malice begun to prepare MANY fire arrows, the grove, shall- BURN!

Why can’t we be friends.

Don’t damage my kegs, kay thanks >:

“Ten minas says the September prince will turn into a guardian” Groaned from Thorvn as he read the paper

Thorvn peered his head up from Gladewynn’s pilasade, gave a shrug, then proceeded to smack an outrageously large gong, the day will come when the dominion truly withers: And he will be waiting.

For real though, should be fun.

Thorvn just sat there, chewing on a sandwich in the meanwhile, oblivious with his visor hiding the majority of his face minus enough of a pathway to eat. He’d cheer on the golem chef later, indeed for this was a good meal.

Nice job.

Thorvn started to count his loose minae within rucksack pockets, remind him to save up for this event.

ooc note: As one would guess, it’s nearing the end of October, Thorvn’s on his third month on lotc and arriving towards the forth, much has changed~ Not like many like to read the updates but regardless as tradition, shall be solidified. The current document would’ve been written within the Gladewynn stronghold with fine silver coated ink glossed over the traditional quill, the highlander currently inscribing the diary text was without helmet, the raven colored locks at moderate length covering the increasingly healing facial burn scar acquired since youth having light traces of white medicinal cream: Easier said, Thorvn was concerned about his image. ‘It’ll eventually be my twentieth year within Atlas.’ First sentence written down by Thorvn continually pondering as he’d continue, ‘The years have been getting chillier.. eventful, even for my own standards. Personal wealth hadn’t made much a negative, more-so positive’ The male looked back at a small slip of paper. “T-twenty nine thousan..” Stuttered from his tone, clearly it wasn’t within the family, even his expression worn was that much more docile compared to his usually hearty attitude.. Perhaps it’d be related to more.. recent events Regardless Thorvn continued to scribe down in his journal, crossing Holm, Marna, and Caedwynn off the list of associated places in dark red ink. As for additions, He’d calmly loosen a chilled sigh, adding Arberrang, Gladewynn, and for some other’s surprise.. September’s abode in blue and light green ink respectively. Thorvn’s been experimenting with different dyes recently, so the ink was a nice change as well. ‘If i’m to be honest.. some things are better left scattered to the wind, been going to Belvitz less and less.. Red’s back though, so that’s a nice change. Nae going to Marna much either.. a group called the ‘priorists’ have been showing a muck, much as I don’t want to get executed in Marna, i’d preferably like to stay away from conflicts, The dominion as well.’ The male smiled to himself as if he were remembering the good’ol days with his boss, Red- it’d quickly turn to a frown remembering his retirement.. Thorvn paused his writing, one to take a self experimental tablet past his lips, the real use unknown to the reader’s and taking a follow-up swig of Arberrang mead, gifted prior hand by a woman named Saoirse. By the way the writing had suddenly faltered, the male had clearly went to bed, there’s been much on his mind as of late, besides: He’d have to sleep off a self tended injury, stitches were bad enough, lest the wound got infected again~ (Ooc note #2: As usual, if you’ve read this far thank you for staying with me, as a newbie i’m on the halfway mark to being an established player~ I honestly enjoy everything the staff, the players- and my friends provide in every waking day, the only thing you can do is smile and appreciate what you have, no?~) (Like it or not, human’s don’t live forever, Thorvn’s goin to die one day~ Just pretend every day’s your last and nothing will make you be afraid anymore!~)

Not wrong at all.