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First.

Help is on it's way.

The Creator casually whistles softly to himself as he changes the picture. All is well.

Roleplay: The sound of sword clashing against shield is heard across all four nations as in the center they gathered for battle. The Strength of Man Kind, the Mighty Orcs, and the Ugly Elves gathered on one side of the river to invade the Dwarves, a feat that has not be done since the Great Exodus of Man. For years Man Kind had been stuck under the tyranny of the Dwarves, and now it was time for revenge. The battle began with the instant sound of arrows in the sky and giant boulders smashing against walls. The Decterum Order and the Orcs gathered at Nation's Crossing to Flank the Dwarves while the Red Cross, Elves, and other men laid down fire. Yet, suddenly out of the dark came a screech as the Harbinger's of Hell came down upon them. The Spirit of Man Kind ignited in themselves as they pushed on against the forces of evil who helped the Dwarves. The gates were smashed open and a charge was let inside to slaughter many of the God Forsaken Dwarves and Scourge. The Dwarves would not give up however and hid in their worm holes underground. Backing away from the fortress, the Holy Oren Empire fired boulder after boulder at the fort and led charge after charge until every Rebel scum, Dwarven heretic, and evil Scourge member had retreated or died. Today, the Holy Oren Empire rose up to its former glory and began their revenge. Death is coming. ~Written by Marquis Jonathan of House Othaman, OOC Note: I was asked to post this up. The true writer is eddywilson2, give all credit to him.

:3

Damn, eddy, he has spoiled our Herendulian plans! Now is the time to take action!

Amen.

After having to deal with clicky-click summony-summony Harbringers for ages, I totally agree. :c

Corbett seems to silently sob to himself, clutching Rag's death letter. That fecker was one of his best friends. He will win wars in the name of Rags, by the Creator, he silently swears it. OOC: Rags, why!?!?!?! ;-;

I just use Google Chrome 'till it randomly goes away from my Internet Explorer.

Corbett furrows a brow for a moment, remembering how this place used to be a Brothel. Why would someone use a former Brothel to house little children? That seems very odd to him.

(( WE ARE WORKING ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP WHIPPING US! GOOSH! I NEVER KNEW BEING A NOBLE WAS SO HARD!!!!!!!! ;-; ))

In all my time roleplaying in the Human Cities / Towns, I rarely come across true 'villains'. The rest are simply petty thieves and the sort, yet the point I am trying to make is; I rarely see any villainous activity in Abresi.

Baron Corbett nods in agreement. He forgot to backhand Armas for the typo.

It's the update.

Corbett prepares Metateam 13 to eliminate Rags.

Corbett is always there for his niece, no one likes D. Armas anyhow.