Ryloth

"This is insane." Haskir chuckles, "Who put their 'Master of Coin' up to this joke? A fisticuffs bar brawl costs twelve-thousand in fines?"

Haskir kicks the head in their direction like a beach ball. It lands in Valens' lap as he sat in the wheel chair, and Haskir jogs over with an elated grin. @Yeagerist@JoanOfArc

Haskir bounces the head of 'Ezyl Grey' in both his hands, laughing wildly!

Haskir reminisces upon the 'questionable' time where he and the Sohaer had cooked hundreds of units of food for the Sillumiran armies in that very bedroom, along with another particular 'aheral paladin who helped them! He devours some pulled pork, savoring the taste with a fulfilled smile. That food fed the battalions who warred with Elvenesse!

Haskir sports his Othelu Dollar, proclaiming himself above the Turrir beneath him. He brandishes it like a weapon, prepared for the onslaught to ascertain his place in the inherently oppressive society divergent to the old republic's systemic collapse of that which were once pure, though now born anew in a sanctified light. Confidence swelled in him with the token. "We love Sohaer Othelu Orrar!"

i love Milenkhov

Sorry, my fault -- but I appreciate the change, @Llirso that we may enhance the RP item system. I am excited for this revelation. We don't even need forums, the only thing they're good for is arcane displacement posts anyways. Thanks admins! <3

this is super cute and also those transitions were wild

Haskir high-fives his fellow Sillumiran after a successful defense of the new and pristine, immaculate silver city. He basks in reflected light from the white-washed marble walls all around, reminiscent of times past when the city of Lareh'thilln once stood mighty at the apex of its great Arcasian mountain over the Silver Forest. Akin, Karinah'siol stood resolute as a beacon amidst the ocean of Almaris, transfixed as the seat of the mali'thill, but too home to this pantera that loved it so. He would protect it all the same as the cities before it until the bitter end. He docks his own vessel alongside the isle, eager to work in tandem with the people of Haelun'or.

im one with the force and the force is with me

i like the idea of rat/mouse people but i prefer the horrific and disgusting skaven type rodent people instead, big goblin-like tribalistic rats living as a hivemind nest to consume everything around it cute little mice are more a halfling niche, so i -1 its good lore though in any case

The weary Kharajyr watched as the body floated into the blue yonder. The deed was done. His helmet shrouded his visage and emotion, and behind him the Azdrazi Helinathe praised him in his victory. He felt dark, the same horrific vision of his sword serrating the head from her shoulders repeating at the back of his eyes in sick display. "Damn.."

SHATTERED PRIDE The leal Herald of Azdromoth drew upon the letter with an ire beset upon his countenance, a visage wroth with anger at the mere suggestion he were a betrayer. To who, Azdromoth? No, never. He grips the missive with a fist on one side, crinkling its surface upon the black gauntlet he bore. "How dare they suggest this UTTER non-sense?" He balls up and throws the paper aside, kicking it against the back wall of his granite hearth fire. Smoldering licks of bright orange consume the message, ashes and ember fluttering through the air in a haze of flame. He sets his timepiece and makes headway for the door, gathering only his equipment before stepping for his fellow Azdrazi, Arthonath and Helinathe. My Brother Eluitholnear, the Inquisitor Eternal I hear your call and I shall heed it. I will arrive unto your fortress Aah Hahdrim, but with a burning malice in my heart. These accusations are steep, and you understand not what tribulations this creates for me. My work to discover the inner-circle of these Knights of Xan is torn asunder with what has been done this day. My work to understand when, where, and how they will strike these drakes of Our Almaris. My work to understand all that which stand in the shadows despite their light. Pray tell the consequences if a letter of these were intercepted. No elf, no man, no dwarf, no orc knows I am a Herald of our Titan 'lest I tell, for my midnight veil shrouds all that which identifies. Ezyl Grey is indeed one bearing the embers of that Aengul which shall not be named, that accursed creature of the light, the maleficiar of our damnation. My intent was to learn, but to learn I shall not -- for this letter forces my hand early. At the behest of you, Inquisitor Eternal, I will deliver for you the head of Ezyl Grey upon my entrance to the halls of Aah Hahdrim. Perhaps that, my brother, will provide the clarity of mind to remind all for who I stand, The Firsborn of the World, Azdromoth. If I do not show for your call, then I have failed, and I am dead. Wings shroud you, Inquisitor Eternal. Let us hope I prevail. In Silver Starlight, Ra'Haskir of the Empire of Khalenwyr [OOC: This letter is available ONLY to the character Eluitholnear and those kin around him.]

The leal Herald of Azdromoth drew upon the letter with an ire beset upon his countenance, a visage wroth with anger at the mere suggestion he were a betrayer. To who, Azdromoth? No, never. He grips the missive with a fist on one side, crinkling its surface upon the black gauntlet he bore. "How dare they suggest this UTTER non-sense?" He balls up and throws the paper aside, kicking it against the back wall of his granite hearth fire. Smoldering licks of bright orange consume the message, ashes and ember fluttering through the air in a haze of flame. He sets his timepiece and makes headway for the door, gathering only his equipment before stepping for his fellow Azdrazi, Arthonath and Helinathe.

stuns are pogstomp borderline pging in CRP so imo idk but lightning magic is based

i hadn't even considered being nice and rebuilding their farmland. kinda based tbh

The Herald of Azdromoth and friend of Ezyl Grey, Haskir, stood stalwart against the siege of frost trolls invading Haense at the time of this missive's writing. He didn't know it'd been written. Azdrazi and herald alike held the line against the bestial army swarming the city walls and gates, dragons fire and ashen weaponry lashing forth alongside explosions of cannon fire in chaotic flashes of light and divine might to strike down the evil that assaulted the stalwart thread of civilization. In his Path to Asioth, the pantera sought no death unto those who bore the spark of Xan, 'lest they misstep. He still didn't -- yet. As the missive was sent forth unto the Paladins of Xan, the Herald of Azdromoth ripped and tore into the Rimetroll beasts with fiery bloodlust, ignorant to the writing.

i will take your aether ty

alright if you didnt deserve the warclaim before, you definitely do now