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Vak'thuul watches over the destruction of the manor for a while, before traveling along the roads of Anthos. Whispers reach him. He sees the banners. "War... such a chaotic thing... this shall be excellent, indeed." The strange, melodic voice of the Harbinger reaches no ears as he observes the humans.

Kristian looks at the notices, and immediately goes to the grindstone. Time to sharpen his sword for that inevitable slaughterfest that comes during a ball. Or party. Or wedding. Or really, any public festive event in Anthos. Passing by Griff, he gives a happy whistle. "Five minas says they last an hour."

My character's parents were killed by Orcs. Mhm. I went there.

Alright, guys. Time to stop. Unless you have actual advice on how to RP an assassin... please label your page something else. This really isn't needed at all.

My inner grammar freak... guys... it's... *ASSASSIN

A fond farewell, Telanir. Have good luck wherever the wind takes you!

Kristian nods in approval! "We ain't weak no more... this be a fully functionin' nation... good job, Conclave."

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Thanks for putting this forth, Gaius! I do hope to see these changes in action, because I really do want to make this much better and fun for you guys ^-^

Guys... stop with the boycotts and all that. It's my fault, and I'm 'fessing up to it :P. No one is to blame for my poor direction of this event! I promised you guys, and I let you down. Trust me, though... this'll all get better. I realized my mistakes this time~

To be completely honest, I didn't expect the event to be that big. I'm taking responsibility for all that went wrong during, simply because it was my fault, because of these reasons. Server-wide broadcasts. Yeahhhh... only Lenniel and the surrounding towns were supposed to hear it, not the Dwarves and humans. Spur of the moment. This idea was new, and Goldrim and Arzota had come up with it over the last day. Today we tried to put it into action, with only a bit of notification. I had told the Harbingers to not use any spells at all during the battle. This... caused trouble, as people are now used to PvP in Harbinger events. We weren't trying to PvP, as you guys could tell. The Obelisk... well... you see... this was supposed to be in the center of town, but that quickly became crowded. That was supposed to be set up earlier. Also, the objective was to destroy it (since most folks had Lenniel perms) but we had to change it since so many people showed up. Thus, take all complaints to me, if you were Harbinger or player. I do hope you all at least had a bit of fun.

((Just introducing a new character... in RP, he was always there. If you read the spoiler at the bottom, you'll see the other purpose of this post~))

The wind of the north howled, whistling past the fortresses of the Scourge and their allies. If one were to look at the entrance to this desolate wasteland, they would spot a creature. A Harbinger, no less. But this one was different. His armor was lined with a golden hue, its helmet spiked and chestpiece black as the night in which it thrived. Arms crossed, he watched over the wind-whipped landscape, noting the corruption as it painstakingly, inch by inch, made its way into the lands of the mortals. But... while his body was silent, his mind was not. One looking upon it would find terrible, terrible thoughts indeed. This... thing, it was a work of evil. He stared, watching as the lesser Harbingers ran out, some in armor, others in their mist-like forms. Among them were scattered cultists, those who believed in His power. They were all under Him, the great and dark ruler of the North, Setherien. He? Well, he was just a simple servant, enacting his will. And how glorious it was. The advancing corruption... the raw power... the chaos... it was different. There was an amazing order to chaos, if one were to look hard enough. Something powerful, unseen. When everything was tainted, chaotic, it was all alike. And it was beautiful. Beauty in the chaos. Something the mortals had yet to see. "And we shall bring it to them, my brothers... we shall show them His power... that His way is the right way..." the strange Harbinger said, his tone soothing and melodic. He walked down from the pillar, and with a slow, careful stride, he set off into the lands of the mortals. His quest... his crusade, had begun. The mortal forces of this world were in for a new surprise, a new enemy to fight. Who would stand up to him? Would they defeat him? Or would the duty to His will prevail? Only time would tell. "I will enact his will. So I swear... for I am the Keeper. The Lord of the Harbingers." "I am Vak'thuul."

Daw... she's adorable! Thank you!

Vak'thuul sits on his assumed throne, pondering. His assumed voice, melodic and soothing, lets out a small sigh as he hears of this. "Oh, those poor fools... their will sure is strong... but they shall fall... they all shall fall."

Mind drawing my character Yulnii? <------- That's her! Any other information you need?

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