rukio

I learned my lesson about Orenians a long time ago. Well, in truth it is a far larger part of the server, but I've yet to see another playerbase who will so actively stomp on your skull then act sympathetic/not to blame when it causes you to break down/leave. That said, I'm sorry for everything you've gone through recently, I know the feeling all too well from Rubern. Just know that when you come back there are other playerbases that you can spend time with and learn to enjoy if Oren still doesn't feel right for you. Until then, enjoy life and know that at least you realized people's true colors now instead of later down the road.

Can you at least unban my fellow Rurikid man before you go

I hate mice, they're disgusting and smell bad and hateful little things, unlike rats. Redact this at once.

One of my worst regrets on this server to date. A fake PK of one character to throw another under the bus to help someone else. RIP alice.

Incredibly based reply and full of facts

Water whip 😏

Okay here you go: Stop trying to write broken magics. Lightning needs to be left on the shelf.

If my Paladin rewrite is a powercreep then Lightning evo is a power spike.

That's what I wanted to do from the start :(

Ezyl Grey plucks cornflower petals as she reads the missive. "This is not the first time they have taken a child hostage, nor will it be the last. At least they did not torture this one." She'd murmur to Greyhound. "Orenian Kindness." The words were bitter, just as her memories of stories she had heard were. "I still remember the stories my brother told me, of what they did to him and to my sister before my birth. They were younger than even this child is." "But, this is not something in which I can partake. The nations must settle their own quarrels." She'd pat his back, heading off on another unknown adventure.

Aurea comes across one of the missives, a sneer of disgust on her still yet to age visage at the blatant heresy in the middle of Norlandic land. She pulls the poster down and tossing it into a nearby fire. In its place she puts a poorly written piece of paper. "Reminder: Fatherists should not support same sex relationships. The point of life as a Fatherist is to reproduce and kill the darkness and corruption that wishes to snuff your flame. Some of you need to reread the scroll. The long dark is upon us." This done, she would move to depart once more in disgust with the assistance of her walking cane, a gnarled object made from the wood of an Axios' Ash tree, perhaps a relic from the time of Arthas?