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Asgoslav sits down, pondering the best way to kill Dunamis.

Asgoslav walks into the newly morphed land, the ash covering the debris of a once proud home to the grandest war machine in Athera. He looks forward, into the land past the ash, and sees a charred wreck of obsidian and other hellish materials. He sits next to a few comrades, drinking from a flask of Carrion Black. "You know, the dwarves used to line their forts with obsidian. They'd mine it out of comets and fill their walls with it, then covering the material with stone. They're curious, idiotic creatures, aren't they?" He looks to the ashes once more, finding a charred hand of an undead minion in it. He remembers fighting outside the fort, being abandoned by his friends, falling into a trench and killing an entire wave of zombies by himself, swinging until his sword broke. He remembers those who died, the brave souls who were slain by the horrid evil. He sits up, sighing. "These lives cannot be forgotten. Their bravery should be shown the world, a monument to stand the test of time." Asgoslav turns around, remembering the Herald of Glory, forever watching his king in an icy tomb. He walks off towards his home in Petrus, rolling out many pieces of paper. He sketches violently, for hours on end, until his work is completed, the blueprint finished. He looks upon it, proudly, running to the palace to show it to his dear friend the king.

Wait, why the flying f*** is this a thing? Yes, persona building is not character building, but it is a necessary balance between mechanic and roleplay that this server needs. If you don't want to work your ass off blacksmithing, then don't be a blacksmith, be a jester!

Id really appreciate it if I could help with the building. The best idea would be to make the island a ring, and start the character on the side of an impenetrable wall, so they have to go the whole way around the ring to get to the warp sign which is behind it.

I believe it's called "Damage Control."

Asgoslav cries tears of panic in his sleep, remembering his dear friend Paul de Savoie get pushed into the lava by his own comrade. Luckily, he finds a happy memory of him finally getting out of the tunnel.

As fireworks erupted across the sky in the High Elf City, there was tears in John Hunyadi's eyes. After every trial, every tribulation, unity was on the horizon. The High Elves had won. John clutches his friend Jerzy, wailing into his shoulder, happily muttering "victory, my friend, victory." The Battle was relatively easy, but the tension before it was rattling. John woke up that day, frozen in fear. He was so shaken because of the rumors they had of the dwarven fortresses, made of stone and metal so powerful that even a trebuchet could not break it. However, it did. The siege engines battered their entrance, closing them off for all to suffocate. Then, a crafty elf brought TNT to the fray, blowing up the tunnel systems, flushing out the dwarves like pouring water in an anthill. John was a member of 1st squad, shock infantry, led by the legendary Tom. Without the guidance of his leader, he would have failed to have any hope. However, he was there, and his brave comrade led his soldiers to victory. He remembers the words of Asgoslav, the inspiring speech he gave to the troops, and smiles. He feels to be a more tough of a soldier now. JOHN HUNYADI GAINS THE "TOUGH SOLDIER" TRAIT. + 1 MARSHAL-SHIP.

An old man walks before the group of Savoyard troops, giving a speech.

Rael is certain I xray (I don't.), so I'm fucked. RIP jojoma11

John Hunyadi laughs at the dwarves remarks, watching the short folk waddle away towards the false elven city of the Wood Elves. "Fools, they believe that they are the guardians of the world, but in reality they are only making it more chaotic by supporting the wood elves. Do they not see that the only way for their to be peace in their race is if it is united? Or is that their goal, to merely keep the elven folk out of action by dividing them?"

Name: John Hunyadi Race: Human Nationality: Whatever your call Raevir nowadays. Age: 32 Trade/Skill: All I know is the trade of the sword and the trade of the Pickaxe. Any past military experience?: 4 Years in the Company of the Wolf, 6 Years with Baron Olivier de Savoy, 5 years of militia work. Reasons for joining the Regiment: I have always fought the threats of humanity, and now that the order of the wolf has disbanded I seek refuge with the other canonist forces. ((Ooc)) MC Name: Kid_Mackin (Formerly jojoma11) Skype Name: jojomack11 Do you have TS or will you be willing to download it? (Required for battles): Of course I have it, I've talked with you guys for like 2 years. Timezone: EST, what else?

THIS WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

Good, Now Urasept will actually have a job to do.

Trying to appease your atheist elf friends, aren't you? A huge percentage of the server acknowledges the creator as god, therefore making it a player made religion. The lore has always said that the creator is real, and now you just think you can say a player made culture and religion isn't valid because you don't like it? The original story even acknowledges the creator. If you really hate people who believe the true faith that much, you should be open about it and not try to screw true believers over behind their back.

Asgoslav looks upon a notice about the peace meetings in Leuvardeenm, drinking ale. "Neither sides have won? Bullshite."

Asgoslav hears the news, smiling widely as more noble houses side with the canonist forces. ((THE AUSTRIAN BEAR RETURNS!!!!!!!!!))

An old, wandering hedge knight strolls the streets when he hears this. He wears nothing but a tunic, smeared with dirt and dust from long days of traveling the land. His brow is caked with mud, his wrinkles of an aging face barely visible with all of the soil on him. He walks on the roads, when he hears of the horrible news - Elves have began to persecute the raevir people! He frowns with a look of contempt and astonishment on his face, for he realizes that everything he had worked for in his life, the raevir superiority over the elf, the inquisitions, have all been unraveled. He begins to run, as fast as his old legs can carry him, an old, anachronistic warhammer on his back. He reaches his hovel, opening the creeking door as he whips a cloth off of a large chest, opening the contents to find his old armor. He puts it on, his old armor glistening in the sun. He approaches the rest of the raevirs, muttering under his breath "I'm back, time to kill the swine." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oycn3w_S2UA

Asgoslav reads the terms, laughs, cries, and ends up drunk in a tavern with an sodomite's corpse impaled on his sword.... again.

Asgoslav Looks down at the cobblestone path he walks on,strolling past the blood flowing through the crevices of stone in the road after an intense skirmish between the rebels and the empire. He gazes upon the bodies of both sides, before looking at the imperial victors scavenging the bodies of the fallen warriors. He unsheathes his longsword, nodding to a few of his comrades gazing behind the cover of tree trunks. He rushes forward, stabbing one of them as his fellow rebels gut the others. He looks at the fallen imperium soldiers, sighing as he looks upon teh people he once called friends. He says a few powerful words before giving his war cry to his raevir brothers. "These men we once called friends now fight for a military too weak to sustain itself. The Scourge of the undesirable population, such as sodomites and dark elves, has grown too large. These savages are not to be spared when we slay them at angren, and when we storm the gates of Petrus. Long live Maric, and long live the Creator and his dedicated servants. We will kill the undesirables, and then we will make petrus pure again, restoring its former glory. Let us gut the savages, and sound the drums of war." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oycn3w_S2UA

A GENDERBENDER IN THE ADMIN TEAM?!?!? Seriously Though, I've seen the bias, You may be unbiased when dealing with two groups of elves, but you are way too ******* harsh on humans. I've seen it.

Asgoslav's Hundred-Man-Army of angry raevir steppes, bearing the symbol of the long forgotten Order of the Rooster ride against iblees. They ride with not only horses, but with 4 foot tall armored roosters with metal plating on their beaks, making them as sharp as a sword. The approach felder, look at him, tips his fedora and walks away riding his 7 foot tall rooster, known as the "Alpha Cock".

Asgoslav Thinks for a moment before shouting at the top of his lungs: If Iblees is real, so is the creator! All false gods are proven false, and all shall be under the one true faith!

*bows to the glorious Tuvya*

So you are saying enforcing the Server's rules is metagaming? Genius.