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Haskir reviews the missive and other choice words before scoffing with a wicked sneer, "Bragging of decapitating elves! Killed a Haelun'orian Sillumir! No honor, whatsoever. Maybe we should pay them a visit! Too fearful of the High Elf to fight them in equal combat .. how low!"

This lore has been denied.

join malin son elf for malin join? malin elf. son

oh god he actually posted it edit: what the hell you didnt add a tenet requiring a vow of celibacy why johann why

imagine being able to log in at all

Fastest death of a musin in the West to produce this based lore piece

Haskir mulls over the letter of tiny handwriting after Thalon pushed it his way, groaning with an irritable flick of his tail. "You're lying. A mouse didn't write this. I think you're insane." He replied in disbelief, refuting the idea of mousemen.

SUTICA: A GHOST TOWN OPERATION: SUTICAN STORM Issued on 12th of The First Seed, Y24 of the Second Age Kha'rasi Oasis sunrays beamed in hot golden light upon the black and bronze of two combined armies, Haelun'orian and Elvenessi. Clouds of dust washed the once-untarnished blue horizon of Sutica's capital region in the wake of 'thill and 'ame on the march, and before one could blink would they find the conjoined armies sweeping the city. The gates were captured, the city square and marketplace made pure. The army of the Free-no-longer State of Sutica watched in horror ... but not behind shield, not with blade in-hand -- for they hid within their homes, cowering at the sight of mighty Haelun'orian steel and glistening Elvenessi bronze! The city bells rang and rang at the hand of a troubled citizen, but no-one answered. Cowards, they are! Craven to their Sovereign State! What is free when one can not maintain law and order? Soldiers marched the empty streets of Sutica, searching for men to fight -- begging for soldiers to fight. Where art thou, craven dogs? Pigeon-hearted fiends and dastardly impure creatures, you flee to your sewer-holes and hide behind the grates of storm drains, and we raise the flag of Haelun'or atop your very walls! So much for the renowned city of trade. Know this now that we will not let up. Your cowering with tail tucked between your legs will not bore us into submission. We will not relent. We will not stop. Not until the reparations for the snake-like tendencies of the Sutican, to sow dissent between the Elven races and destroy the coalition of Dwarves and Elves upon the Southern seaboard, have been rendered. The Trade State of Sutica has 1 year’s worth of time, from this date onward to pay the demands sought after by the Silver Council of Haelun'or and the government of the Silver State of Haelun'or, or more grievous actions shall be taken. The following demands will be met: 2500 mina to the Haelun'orian Treasury. 1500 mina to the Elvenessi as compensation for making empty threats. 640 units of ferrum ingots to the Haelun'orian Sillumiran. The Trade State of Sutica will issue a formal apology to the Elvenessi Crown. 10 full suits of ferrum chainmail armor, 10 ferrum longswords, 5 maple shortbows, and 320 units of arrows. A small force of skirmishers pose for a portrait painstakingly painted in the marketplace of Sutica, Y24 SA. SIGNED IN ACCORDANCE WITH: Commander Kiljarys an Iarwaïn Okarir’sil of Elheial’thilln Captain Zelios Viradiraar Okarir’nor of Elheial’thilln First Sergeant Malithor Nullivari Okarir’san of Elheial’thilln Corporal Valindra Liavyre Okarir’maehr of Elheial’thilln Ayliana an Iarwaïn Okarir’mali of Elheial’thilln Kolvar Uradir Medi’ir

what did he mean by this

Haskir sighs as he peruses the missive, eyes watching ravenously that nearby kitchen table. Oh, how sultry that Haelun'orian Beef Eater Burger looked that sat upon the silvery saucer nestled atop the tablecloth. Alas, the Sohaer had eaten one too many Beef Eater Burgers ... and so with a shadowy close did he leave the delectable treat behind. If Othelu had been placed in a coma by the Beef, no longer could he too relish its taste. Grasping a golden carrot from his general store stock, he stows it in the pocket of his jacket, a glistening carrot tip protruding from his attire. Now would he consume only the golden carrot. Now would he remain nourished, saturated only by the finest gold. "Oh, how the impure hates." Haskir muses as he steps from his home, golden sunrays warming his black fur. "Oh, how they taint our beef. Alas ... they can not escape the embrace of purity that is gold." His eyes drift to the column of black-garbed soldiers marching down the main street of the city, a smile donning on his maw. The thunderous footsteps gave him chills, and the smile turned to a wicked grin.

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."

"They send the very best. What do you get when you spell GOD backwards?" Haskir queries with a sneer, "DOG!" Auspice 2:22 “Thus arrayed are the forces of DOG!”

"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."

"Yaxşıyam etikci naqslagan an əlhəmdulillah! Zmurut əlhəmdulillah!" Re'Hasqar Turkoli hollers, hands and fingers interlaced as he called to the skies above!

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.