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  1. Temp slumps back in his seat a bit, moving a hand to his neck guard, rotating it slightly. He unchains a heavy old tome and sets it atop the bar in front of him. He rubs an armored gauntlet down the spine of the book before looking to to Toveah, "An ale. Per'aps a bit o' Vodka if yer' short on ale.' He unbinds the tomes pages before looking back to Lorin, "I can't say I approve o' many Elves. I've tried to maintain a neutral stance on the matter. It's done nothing but get more difficult o'er time, but moving on to M'Lord's matters. I've no place to pass judgement. If 'e chose to plough an' marry in an Orc, I would maintain silence on the matter. I jus' 'ope Elves don't think they can trod their marry arses into our camp." Temp shakes his head, looking down to the tome, hand placed atop it.
  2. Temp looks to Lorin, somewhat baffled by the comment. For an akward moment, he simply stares before turning to Toveah and shrugging, "Jus' keep the drunkin' arse in one piece while 'e sleeps." Temp looks back to ford then to Lorin. He tilts his head, actually taking the time to observe Lorin, "I'm nothin' too special." He looks back to Ford before moving to the bar and taking a seat, he places his arms atop the counter and looks to Lorin, "So, what brings ye' to this rock?"
  3. Temp nods to Lorin, moving to the chair in the corner, along with Lorin they lightly place Ford onto the chair. The deed done, Temp immediately takes a few steps back, inhaling deeply, a cringe forming across his face. "I'd expect this o' Thomas, 'ell, e'en Adeon, but Ford? BAH. If 'e were in 'is damn uniform I'd 'ave 'is 'ead piked." Temp shakes his head, then looks to Lorin, "Apologies for Ford's," he extends an arm, pointing to the chair in the corner, "terrible display o' discipline."
  4. Temp looks around for a brief moment before forcing a shrug, Ford's legs rising as he does so. "We can jus' plop 'im into the tavern somewhere. I'm sure 'adrien won't mind." He takes a step back, in the direction of the tavern, vision shifting back to Lorin.
  5. Temp shifts his hands to below Ford's knees, lifting. He shakes his head, not bothering to comment on Ford's current state, "I'm Temp. An' the thing with the damn 'alflin', is nothin' to brag o'er. 'e was a runt that 'ad no business bein' where 'e was."
  6. For a brief moment he stares to Lorin, eyebrow raised. He moves passed Mordie, and approaches Ford, leaning over to grab at his feet. "Take it yer' a Chivay then? Ye' soun' like one."
  7. Temp shifts closer to the group standing roughly a foot behind Mordie and Ford. He maintains his typical quiet nature before extending an arm and flicking at the back of Mordie's head. His vision shifts to Lorin for a brief moment before moving to Mordie, "What's this o' another Chivay?"
  8. Temp emerges from the camp gates, a tired, nearly groggy, expression across his face. He moves across the bridge signaling to the unoathed within to camp to close the gate behind him. Temp moves off from the bridge heading toward the tavern when a drunken Ford emerges from the building. For a moment, he stares to Ford, eyebrow raised. He shakes his head, going to walk into the tavern when Mordie slips through the door as well. For some time, Temp simply stared to the gathering, before looking to the tavern. He'd originally intended to do a bit of gambling, but the huddle had managed to catch his attention. Sighing, he moves to follow the others.
  9. Er.. Editting post posted yet ANOTHER.
  10. Yea, us White Rose. We're SO MAD. *Rages off, kicking poodles as he goes.
  11. While I comprehend the positions, that was not the point of my survey. I genuinely wanted to see how many people were lowborn compared to Nobility. Nobility being used VERY loosely here.
  12. Fine Print, such grand/evil thing.
  13. BR - Feelings hurt. Don't take this seriously.. At all.
  14. lol. Resist the meme fest! CoughICissuesICCough.
  15. Eh, this isn't a criticism. I know there are more nobles than peasants, I was just curious of the actual ratio. Syndicate, Thief/Murderer/further insult by default. lol
  16. How's the arm, thief? Did you ever attack us back for that?
  17. Well, it's just a question I've had for a bit now. It makes no difference which you are, but I'm interested in seeing the ratio Oren currently has. Answer as if playing on your main. For the sake of this survey, Knights will be considered nobility
  18. Hardly a day and someone has MC mechaniced their way into something, shame. Just... Shame.

  19. Is a plug-in crapping itself or something?

  20. Persisted griefing/theft makes me miss world Guard.

    1. blindmind

      blindmind

      Sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad. At least we have the freedom to build and play with the environment, if its any consolation.

    2. Temp

      Temp

      True, too bad people prefer to abuse their freedoms

  21. Some things just can't be unseen... D:

  22. I seriously doubt a single member of staff can force the entire staff to fall apart. In the event that a single member of staff causes the entire staff to fall apart, is it the fault of the individual for doing something? Or the fault of the group, for not handling it?
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