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Full Name: Rodrick The Scholar Clan: The South

Rodrick approaches! "When it gets tough you must stand and fight you cannot give up even if you do not speak properly you must stand up and fight for the chrome of mozilla in the night of font wink clip you must see what you think reply your options are infinite your spirit is infinite. Blieve. Atack. Strong. Survive. That is what must do you must hah!? You need to. HUGO'S HEAD MAY BE FALL BUT WE MUST BE MAY RISE!" Rodrick throws a banner in the air after this sick music transition. "Tonight we rise and rebel we kill the ones who created hugo the headless LETS GO RALLY WITH ME." Rodrick runs through blackgrove forest and rallies potential flowers to hiscause! You can't fight the friction!

arteh do me a favour and shut your mouth--------- kralek for king everybody the south approves

Rodrick of the south smiles. "It is Rodrick's dragon thank you very much for returning it I went south but I went south what the red mouse taught ya hafti upti get out? Fecking get down rub my neck down because everybody is hellbound. We went south. "

Rodrick The Scribe rushes to write this down in the proper history books. "My King! Would you like knee cushions to assist your COCK SUCKIN'!? " Rodrick quickly adds all Dwarven nobles to the shanking list!

Rodrick sticks his hand infront of Publisu's face. "I am not Blackfist, do not associate me with them. I am OF THE SOUTH. I am the historian of the south. I have a group of about five men and me and my men will demolish your existence. Oren will be reduced to the weak nation you used to be BY THE HAND OF THE SOUTH. EVERYBODY, FECK ORENS PENTHOUSES! EVERYBODY GO SOUTH! I WENT SOUTH! COME SOUTH! Hand in hand we go south together, and together we go south. To the south. "

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to battle! lets go south

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My gosh... they return! Victory is us

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MC Name: DunkingDunkers RP Name: Goruk Goldhand Candidates ---------------------------- Fimlin Grandaxe (worldiswar28) Ognar Grandaxe (meanking) Lathros Ironbeard (9coolman9) Kjell Ireheart II (Charles_Grimlie) X ---------------------------

Oliver Queen rushes back to his hidden base at the Dwarven night club. "Diggle, get ready. We gotta get to that meeting..."

Rodrick single handedly breaks Fimlin's neck, ordering the rest of his guards to silence Hiebe and break Dave out of the prison. No word of this clan meeting was heard, and Dave kept his power.

Conquest Warclaim Conquest is the act of military subjugation of an enemy by force of arms. In other words it is the de jure incorporation of some territory into another geo-political entity (either adjacent or non-contiguous). Usually, it is implied that the territory and population being annexed is the smaller, more peripheral, and weaker of the two merging entities, barring physical size. Opposing Faction: The Empire of Urguan and Allies Defending Faction: The War Uzg and Allies Name of the battle: Orcs Among the Grain Location: Alras East Time(atleast 5 days warning.): Sunday, July 29th, 6pm EST Terms: - No enchanted weapons, except for power 1 bows. - No golden apples. - No potions. Rewards: - In the case of a victory for the Dwarves, region ownership will be given to Mystronghold and the Goldhands. - All loot and chests are property of the Goldhands, as well as any riches or resources in the region. RP: The dust has settled, the battle for the outer city of Alras has been won. The dwarven warriors celebrate for the victory that has been claimed for the Goldhands. But not all dwarves celebrated that night. The two military commanders, Hodor and Morgrim, look over the edge of the crumbling fortress to the old Alrasian farms. Scattered across the waves of grain, orcs roam about, disorganised. “T’is battle beh nay be over ‘till t’ese bluddeh greenskinsbeh off our lands. Nut befur t’at can weh begin tae launch our own attacks un Uruk territory.” says Morgrim in a slightly war weary voice. “T’ere nay beh many, weh mus’ beh quick about gitten ‘em out ov ‘ere. Oi suggest ye call t’e ‘olds fer battle once again... T’e quicker t’is be done, t’e better.” Hodor nods to Morgrim in agreement, “Dere beh nay sense in waitin’, ah will begin ter rally th’ troops n’ we will march upon t’e Alrasian farmland wit’in’ t’e mont’ T’ese greenskin bastards will see wut use t’eir little invasion wus wort’. We will crush ‘em unce again, just loike we did in t’e West! T’is’ll be just tae beginnin’ uv our counter attacks on ‘em!” Morgrim glances back at Hodor, nodding, a slight grin appearing across his face. The two war weary veterans smile at each other, and walk to join the festivities in the Dwarven Empire.

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Rodrick rushes in! " I OBJECT! " rodrick quickly orders his guards to disable Fili and put a blade to hiebe and the rest of the clan elder's necks. " farren remains in power... or i kill every last one of you, let this be my first and last warning... " rodrick says, taking one of the dwarven guards and killing him as an example. He shuts down the building, holding the dwarven council hostage. " CALL THIS OFF AND I LET THEM GO! " the rodrick says

do not question the almighty helix fossil the south has agreed to boycott the antagonists the south is angry

here's a water bottle my friend you seem a little thirsty

This is abuse! This is a condition that should be treated as if it was a disease... PEOPLE WERE BORN THIS WAY, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ISOLATE THEM! Find a cure, heal them, help them! Rodrick runs off, plotting a hostile takeover against the tyrannical King.