Ryloth

what did he mean by this

I'd drop $35k on the server, unironically. I've plenty enough cash laying around.

Haskir calls his best buddy @JoanOfArc on his telephone, "Hey bro! Picked up my new Novellan Phone today! Came out today after the Skygods said nobody could PVP with it. When do we rally for the raid on Elysium?"

mordu magic btw wasnt there a CA post the other day on another vampire thing

Haskir flexes his rippling body of pristine and immaculate musculature, shirt shredding from his form. "We back." "The only bad workout was the one that didn't happen."

"Man." Haskir says. "Who the **** is Markir anyway?"

Haskir pins the missive to his refrigerator using a "based" magnet upon reviewing Banjo's signature.

It's about time @Treshure earned his rightful place as camera angle king. Been deserving since his first video showcasing Aldemar. Grats king

Haskir read the paper half-way before lighting its corner with a candle, unimpressed that the letter had been left at his home, a proud structure which had el'Sillumiran recruitment posters pasted all over the front of the building. "Do they not understand how alliances and pacts such as the Iron Accord work?" He queries as he steps from his abode to collect the rest of the missives from the city's doors and mailboxes, "We didn't ask for a war, but we fight in our alliance when asked to fight. That's how alliances work."

I'd say based if it weren't an item unironically no different than a roofie. I'd also say based if people would actually use this on others for banditry, kidnapping for interrogation, etc but uhhh idk, I don't know any bandits that study alchemy or buy alchemy RP items. Has its pros and cons but it's teetering on the edge of "wtf" due to it being a knock-out item. Unfortunately I just can't see it being used to create RP more than it takes away from RP. I'm 50/50 on it.

@Milenkhov Milenkhov aka Milengod, also known as the King of the Craft. Lord is a lesser title befitting a lesser person. Put on your crown, King Milengod.

make a kha or join high elf son elf high son join for elf. elf? join high son elf, e https://discord.gg/PbVYMCRV for join elf

Haskir chortles a mirthful laugh with the mention of the Azdrazi being everywhere, bound to no single place. He preens his whiskers with a pair of digits before stowing the note away, shrugging. "They're right!"

if chi is being rewritten then monkeys need to be brought back. change my mind nice write tho

"Nice." Haskir smiles with a nod. "I like that."

Haskir pasted the missive on his refrigerator door.

"That ugly fortress ruined the view from that monolith -- but the monolith has been existent for a thousand years." Haskir reviews the page with a scoff, "Defiling? It was there long before the dwed ever arrived, even in ancient-times past. I'll have no part in a grudge against the Titan."

[DO NOT META-GAME THIS RESPONSE] INQUISITOR ETERNAL, Blessed are you, my brother Eluitholnear. Your wish is mine own likewise, and should you allow it, it will be done. In arms are the kith of the Titan high. I write to you from Karinah'siol, and have waited eagerly for some way to find solace by way of return to those that have lofted me so great. I have done much in my time apart. The Titan is empowered, equipped with weapons of ruin and creation alike. The skies beckon and the heavens weep for what is to come. Thank-you, for this. I wish you well, my brother. Don't lose that cuirass I once gave you. SIGNED, Ri'Haskir Therkul Kharajyr High Aelkos & Mane of Pride Therkul, the Herald of Azdromoth & Bearer of Torva-Oth'zin Al [DO NOT META-GAME THIS RESPONSE]

[DO NOT META-GAME] Steelsong rang the crimson skies of cataclysm over the hellscape they trekked, ebony soil churning to molten rock and pyroclastic brimstone in the wake of the great titan who split the veil upon their beckoning. Tremendous might fell over the land in a shadow of ire, and the dragon-bound figure knelt in reverence to the presence of the world's one and only true King. He bore witness the exchange for he brought it to be, and though raw envy made manifest within his core, he knew he had done right. In the talons of avarice, He that which would undo the very heavens, their blight and their decay wielded true, unadulterated power for a time once more would see it to be done. He would unshackle the material plane and its people from their deific masters above. It was scribed in fire. Absolute raw, ruinous power showered like lightning and with a close, the great titan abandoned the chamber to silence. What had they done? They had delivered. The prophecy urged on, and the wheel turned forth. [DO NOT META-GAME]

i just got owned

Haskir wipes some sweat from his brow as dragonkin brush past without issue. "I love Maehrir Dov."