Unslaughted

“Too soon...” Ser Pepe Proclaimed, thinking that it’s been not even a saint’s day since Pierre passed on.

Ser Peter the Frog, or as Pierre knew him, Pepe, took a final swig from the beverage he’d enthusiastically shared with his brother just moments before his passing and then poured the rest out a nearby window. “Save me a place, brother. I feel I’ll be joining you soon. Rest easy...” Pepe muttered before placing the now empty flagon beneath the limp hand of Pierre and positioned it to be held against the corpse’s torso before stepping out and ushering in a trio of squires to see his fellow knight committed to the soil.

This post marks the end of this auction's 24 hour period. The item listed has been purchased by Suxals for 2,500 mina. Thank you all for partaking and be sure to stay tuned for more rare and exciting items in the near future.

This post marks the end of this auction's 24 hour period. The item listed has been purchased by Suxals for 2,500 mina. Thank you all for partaking and be sure to stay tuned for more rare and exciting items in the near future.

The Auction ends in five minutes.

The auction ends in five minutes.

(Unless outbid, @ImperialRoyalist's bid will be accepted as final in one hour, and the transaction will occur within the next 24 hours. Should Keaton not have the funds or is unreachable during this time.)

(Unless outbid, @ImperialRoyalist's bid will be accepted as final in one hour, and the transaction will occur within the next 24 hours. Should Keaton not have the funds or is unreachable during this time.)

"Let's start the bidding off at 800 mina!"

"Let's start the bidding off at 500!"

That's not true, I **** plenty of female mages. :^)

Unnecessary rewrite... Disconnection bit seems very oriented toward perpetuating a continual cycle of bullying Anti-mages that you do not like/are not conformed to your faction; Setting them back consistently until they give up on re-obtaining the magic entirely. I also know that many people whom currently play Fi mages are not playing their characters just to be a support role when combat breaks out. In addition to the seeming lack of content involved in your abilities in comparison to the current iteration of the lore where Fi is unique. Why lock anti-magic into specific spells and shields like every other magic? Not to mention how long it takes for any real affect to take hold against all magical creatures, 5 emotes is far too many just to make your target unable to move. Either way, well written.

Did somebody say pianis'?

Dan my man, you misspelled corps every single time and wrote 'corpse' in it's stead, which as I'm sure you know changes the nature of this post greatly...

"Their." Giovanni corrected from nearby Grundaf, smirking loudly from behind the metal of his helm.

'Gino' heard the sword's previous owner utter it's activation phrase shortly before it was pried from his still warm hands and is willing to supply such to the buyer upon purchase...

"James Montoya shall surely win, it is GOD's will!"

Count Giovanni of House Giordano, Knight of GOD, and Lord Marshal of Courland would step up onto the stage after the man finished, declaring his support of the Candidate James Montoya, for all to witness. Shaking hand with James and wishing him luck in the coming election before the crowd.

He known as 'the Horseless Headman' would stop, his eye caught by the poster. He would tear it from the wall with a jerk of his wrist, proceeding to look it over. Shortly after a chuckle would emanate from behind the dark face-plate of his helm, he'd crumple the poster in his hand and throw it into the nearest brazier, walking off as it turned to ash in the flame.

Well, after reading that, it's time for me to take a bath...

On one of the many roads in the forests of the Mali'ame, a shrouded man, draped in the tattered remains of a dirty cloak, a cloak which bore the stains of blood and various other substances, stopped in his tracks as a wave of discomfort rolled through his cold, pale, and scarred fleshy remains. The disturbance forcing him take a moment and gather himself, the horns of his helm tented the hood atop his head as it is hung in a deep, yet sudden lack of purpose. "Maker..." the traveler growls from behind his face-plate in his ragged voice, before falling to his knees in the path, and violently lashing out at the packed soil, pounding his leather clad fist into the earth over and over. Minutes pass and the strange man ceases his hostilities against the dirt, his breathing labored, shoulders rising and falling as his chest heaved. "I will make you proud, Master... You will have blood..." the Morghuul swears to himself, and to his closest friend, his slain Master... before rising to his feet, shambling off to begin his rampage no longer as 'Gornas' but dawning a new name and a new purpose, to make his master proud... The Horseless Headsman will have his toll.

10/10 More please...

Praise be dsdevil

I fell for your clickbait, to let you know I'm not falling for your clickbait