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good map... thanks

“Overseas where?” Inquires an auditor of products and commodities.

“It is merely a coincidence.” The City master-computer assures Beyarin upon reading his dissenting thoughts.

Horace Hopson nods respectfully in your direction.

A long and meticulously crafted letter is pinned to the noticeboard at the front of Ves. Hello, My name is Antony Sigismundic, stargazer and aspiring philosopher. I am fourteen years of age and reside in our fair City of Ves. It is a beautiful place, planned by masterful minds and built by skilled hands. I spend my days observing movements in the heavens, describing the world, and partaking in the sundry pleasures our wonderful City has to offer. However, even the most beautiful environment is the bleakest hell without anyone to enjoy it with. I have wasted my brief days cloistered alone due to the circumstance of my birth, given company only by dusty tomes and distant stars. Often have I wished to change this fate, praying in vain for a shimmering celestial body to descend and offer warmth – but never have I been graced by those resplendent things. Therefore I write this letter in a quest for love, as I have reached the manly age of fourteen. I seek a boyfriend-free girl to illuminate my dark days, succor my tortured mind, and beautify my estate by your mere presence. I seek a female of the same disposition as I, an avid stargazer and humble lover of knowledge. I seek a girl able to appreciate the brilliance of the stars, discuss the mechanisms of nature, and debate the flows of our fair Society. I seek a boyfriend-free girl of prestigious blood befitting my own – the details of which I may not reveal; you must ask my guardian. I find Elves prettiest of all, but my guardian may be upset by such a prospect (you will have to ask him). I would also ask you are not too old, unless you are a elf, for I am only fourteen and would not like to tempt breaking the laws of our fair City of Ves. My guardian tells me I am a tall and handsome young man, so I pass this assessment on to you. I own a lavish observatory which I live and study in, surrounded by fragrant roses and precarious terrain. I possess an industrious spirit which will see my (and possibly your) wealth multiplied manyfold. I promise I am a man of genteel character. I have attached below a small drawing of myself in front of my favorite painting for you to admire. Thank you, Antony S.

((Might be late but I’ll be there))

Goodness gracious!

“I give my life.. not for honor, but for Rukio”

They say a time will come when all of Man’s conflicts can be solved in a court of Law.

Illatian stink you were kill by Imperials and now laying claim to electedtitle

Sapmi dies when the Falstaff’s furniture delivery breaks open and crushes his small body.

so uhhhh *pants* like my car wouldnt start *breathes in* and I mean like I had no idea *coughs* I called my parents but they were busy *coughs, pants* and dave was at work *pants more, slight wheezing* so basically like I couldn’t get a ride *heavy breathing, clearing throat* and I uhhhh *clears throat more* I like sold my bike *puffs out breath* I mean someone stole my bike *sucks air thru nose* yeah, someone stole my bike and *coughs more* so I had to like take the bus *breathes in long* ended up missing it so I had to wait more *light panting, breathing normally* so like uhhhhhh *wipes forward, coughing* sorry I’m late anyway *light breathing, coughing more* so could I like, uhh *smacking lips* please get a ticket still *heavy cough* I mean like I don’t have any money so uhhh *nervous wheezing laughter* I was thinking you could like, uhhhh *clears through* like give me a ticket or two for free, thanks

“It is because centuries-bullied Elves finally have a spot on top of the totem pole and are absolutely giddy getting to be on the dominant side for once.”

is it against the rules though... do noob guards need to screenshot everyone’s searched inventory or do we take their word

a number of leftclickers each lay out a chest with PvP kit they need in a friend’s region friendly PRO evicts their chests leftclickers attend event with empty inventories, get past rp/ooc searches just fine claim vault inside, have full kit ready to left click with

“Can I become prince be?” Inquires Sapmi while on lunch break.

“A passionate and magnanimous youth! He did not deserve to be cut down so early... Surely the citizens of Ves weep, but may that mourning end with his lyrics and songs passed on, and new ones playing in remembrance of the man.”