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Faenor av Isklandt, the red hauberk norn, stared up at the 'Mountain'. The first few days of their journey were arduous, and harrowing. The damned whispered and shrieked harassing those who had followed Konan-Thegn. Two thoughts ran through his head as he pondered the massive scale of ice and stone. "What secrets do you hold, and what is Thalandir hiding..."

I believe this is the one.

Ottar the Clanless would ready his arms and armament. He prayed to Anabella. He prayed so that he might be given the thoughts of mercy when it came to his foes on the battlefield. For to Urguan's enemies, domestic and abroad, he'd afford none.

"My khan... they have deployed the sleeper agents...." "It is as if they were activated by an unknown force..." "They squawk louder than crows... strange." Jreg'Gorkil to Daah'Lur @Sean_VEVO

"Good riddance, ugly city." Joren of the Grensewacht would comment watching the fireworks from the nearby marshes. He'd begin packing his campaign garb, and head out with others northward.

Ottar the clanless, faithful taxpayer to the Obsidian Throne, stared out over the fields of the herdlands atop his ram. "T'ese lands will either be watered boi tha seasonal rains. Er t'eh blood of fools," he'd go to spur his ram down the cliffside, heeding the Obsidian Throne's call.

this is fire

Hello LOTC. I do not make posts often, and when I do they hardly reach much renown. However something twisted has been occurring and not many seem to know about, or acknowledge the unjustness of this specific situation. In my play on this server I have been around the block, and from time to time served as a loyal retainer to many Nation Leaders, Groups, etc. I have witnessed many incidents that violate the subjective umbrella of the recently incubated rule known as ‘metaplay’. Respectively I think the ban on Mickaelhz is moronic, malaized with staff negligence, bias, and unwillingness to backtrack on his verdict. He couldn’t have violated the rather subjective and open ended ruling of ‘metaplay’. For the duration that I have known Mickaelhz, I have never seen a player adhere to rules and make a clear effort to roleplay all their actions and plans for his respective groups he’s helmed. From the days of his reign in Uguan, Plethora of Bandit groups, and even back again to lead Urguan’s military and raise the new generation of dwarven roleplayers. Mick has always made an effort to put RP at the Forefront. The most I had ever seen OOC plotting was simply asking or announcing a time in which a meeting or event would take place. Something that is common practice in other discord servers, and even on the forums. What boggles me is the fact that Diphz, who was also within this ‘metaplay’ chat, was recently unbanned, why is Mick not? What has Mick said that Diphz hadn’t? Why is it that the Staff actively, and namely @squakhawk are ignoring Mick. Why are certain Nation Leaders who have far more metaphorical dirt and incriminating logs still actively participating in communities and leading them and their decisions entirely from the OOC puppet strings. As someone who’s been here for a while, and funded the server’s hardware with over $2.5k in donations. I and others want answers.

Joren, adorning his recently rewarded armband from the Harrenites, would hear of the missive in his kennel den of bloodhounds. “Righty my lovelies, dark meat it is,” he’d toss a slobbery thigh piece of a chicken to the dogs. They would proceed to fight over it with barks and bites.

A letter finds itself to Konan, Thegn of the Norn. It reads as follows "I will shed the blood of serpents with you, name it so, you have my band, my thegn." - Signed Faenor av Isklandt - ps. Smooches

Great read, seems very flushed out in concept and guidelines. Hope it gets accepted!

WHY IS IT THURSDAY NOW WTF

I’ve never understood the bureaucratic paper pushing of teams. I like my admins on this server, but how hard is it to actually vote on changes and policies in a timely manner, admin input only. Love you all, mwah.

A dwarf on his homstead would have his dwarfheadjacks plugged in listening to the fire beat of 'They not like Orcs' on full blast. He would ride his lawnmower over a field of grass, occasionally running over a stray halfling midget.

An eidola would stare at the blindfolded orc's crumpled corpse. He had sent the man flying off the side of the mountain, "Tragic," was all the ancient construct emitted as he turned and hunted down the fleeing Honda.

Joren Hofmeijer of the Grensewacht prepares his horse's armor by tightening the straps of leather, "Storm'sa brewing, atta girlie. Seems we've new lands to explore," he'd say rubbing the horse's long face, now adorned with plated steel. "And heretics to burn."

“Hrm, all I got’s cattle…” said Joren of the Grensewacht as he heard missive of the coming event. Nevertheless he would continue his roadside patrol, eager to see the festivities bring new faces.