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The Crystal Rose, some black ink writes, 500 minas. It is pinned into the poster in a note by a nail. Another note is written beneath it, The Glimpse of Fire & The Rings of Promise, 500 minas each. One thousand for each. Two thousand minas for the Crystal Rose, a thousand and five nine hundred for the Rings of Promise! Two thousand and five hundred for the Glimpse of Fire! 2.5k for both the Crystal Rose and the Rings of Promise, 3k for the Glimpse of Fire! In blatant rage, it seems as if everything had been crossed out on the note.

First, and y u no go back to 1.6.4?

Corbett VanCleef furrows a brow at the handout, noting a... typo? He's going to have to have a talk with Armas, and a few backhands. http://gyazo.com/ae93a754f7a08feacff61790c7a1a0a5

"Damnit, Tiberius, it's Oren and allies against the rebels."

Roleplay: Marquis Jon Othaman stands around a world map. His commanders and leading members of his forces finally agree on a conclusion after hours of planning and arguing. A message is sent to Abresi with an answer of support. 'Twas time to end the petty 'Rebel Plague' once and for all. Out-Of-Character: Sides: Oren & Allies vs. Daelenic Order & Allies Where: The town of Ambriel and keep. If the attackers win the area is theirs. Time: January 11th 3:30pm EST (Negotiable) Rules: No enchantments, no golden apples, no one day alts, as well as standard other warclaim and server rules. Side Note: I am not 'Jonathan Othaman', also known as eddywilson2, I was simply told to post this by a friend, if you have any concerns or questions, please message me and I will relay it to him via Skype. Thank you.

First? Second, god damn it!

Or a VanCleef...

Get armor, and learn to fight Zombies.

Othamans, Sky?

A note is pinned underneath the original note, it seems to state in a rather neat handwriting written by black ink, I would gladly take a puppy off your back, good man. Meet me at the Cloud Temple.

10/10 bby. I love you with a passion, max.

(( +1 for a fellow New Yorker. c: ))

Sandru Family Tree

A hooded man grunts in response, simply leaving the board the notes were put on - clearly angry, the way he storms off. (( In a nutshell, 'no'. ))

A note seems to be pinned by a nail, the black-inked writing reads the following, All of the gold you have, I insist that you make an offer for how much you would wish to charge me.

I support entirely, the creativity behind this is fantastic - amazing, rather. c:

Corbett grumbles to himself, Tok getting to the buyer before he could - he curses Tok under his breath and proceeds with his normal life.

Sir Corbett now needs to stockpile all the cookies & cocoa beans he has. He sighs quietly to himself, time to hide cocoa for winter.

Sir Corbett VanCleef stands beside the Prince, his hand rested on the pommel of his sword. "Heh, let us see how long they last?", and with that - he remains by the Prince's side, waiting for the outcome of the battle. Correction, massacre.