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  1. Name: Dagr Vanir Race: Human Nationality: Orenian Age: 33 Profession: Lumberjack and Woodworker Any past military experience?: 2nd Regiment, HOSS Reason for joining: I am dirty Vanir scum! ((OOC)) MC Name: TotallMemeical Skype Name (can PM if needed): vidfreak444 Do you have TeamSpeak, or are you willing to download it (will be used in battles and other activities)?: Yes Timezone: EST
  2. Join MT so you may create some more Orenian propaganda!
  3. Should've sent halfling raiders to combat the Flays... Would've done a better job...
  4. Dagr would nod in agreement. "I shot the damned beast in the left eye! In all other places, the animal seems to burn up your arrows!"
  5. Dagr would chortle quite amusingly, saying in response to this, "It'd appear your goal of goin' south has been fulfilled! Well, if it's in regards to your plans... Going south? Plans... Get it...? In other words, you are failing at what you're trying to accomplish, and that's trying to start some form of resistance to Oren even though you're simply feeding them reasons! Yes! And by reasons, I mean reasons to crush you beneath a bunyun-cursed, wart riddened toe! Oh, how I woe at the people who do not understand that history truly repeats itself!" The young Vanir would them demand the young dark-haired girl to add vinegar to his oysters, clams, and cuckles.
  6. Dagr would sob as his name is spelled wrong.
  7. Dagr would chuckle to himself, enjoying the nice sport of fishing up in the harsh climate of the north. "Dwarves... HA! I don't think they realize Oren doesn't have to lift their foot that high to kick their arse... And I mean this both literally and metaphorically! Hell, I think they'll make nice bait, the worms I use seem to be smarter..." Dagr would feel a small tug at the end of his line, pulling in response. "I think I caught a sea stout..."
  8. Name?: Dagr Vanir Age?: 32 and still able to get it up. Reason for joining?: A fine gentleman, to be married off soon enough. Do you have a residence, and are willing to use it for any future events?: Maybe Vanir keep?? I can construct a small hovel.
  9. Your forum posts have little to no point in them, best just have them as a status update!
  10. In b4 mighty censorship banning. TO HELL WITH IT... ADD ME
  11. MENARRA IS NICCUM CONFIRMED

    1. Zhulik

      Zhulik

      but does Menarra cook a mean plate of ribs?

  12. Dagr Vanir would bring his hand about his scruffy beard, confused. "The hell is this supposed to be? Is this some guard force or some army that will be sworn to Oren? What house will lead this group and what responsible individual? So many questions brought to me by a single poster, oh my..." Dagr would squint loudly into the fire, sweating ferociously by the mind boggling questions!
  13. Character is spelled as "charactor" in the document!
  14. Dagr Vanir perks a rather soft and quiet smile, "Any high elves with any odd curved blades or performing any weirdo magic will be shinin' me shoes! Be warned, pink haired odd-folk!"
  15. Dagr would squint quietly. "Heh..."
  16. The topic is under the small council's current discussion. Please be patient or be destroyed. -Your love, the Admin team
  17. The basic response from LOTC players to this thread: http://imgur.com/6k2T0xa
  18. Cipher 69... Where were you??

  19. Remember guys, be sure to keep a mental image!!!11

  20. Postponed a week!!!111 You know what this means?!?!? More lava traps and more time to prepare because in real war, the enemy always allows that stuff to happen!

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    2. Helios_

      Helios_

      Ikr, tuk plehntee ov ephurt!

    3. Anderssn

      Anderssn

      Ho ho ho you're so funny m9!!!

    4. Dreek

      Dreek

      8/10 oatz, literally hurts my brain

  21. At the top of a hill, Dagr Vanir enjoys the sun while his feet are propped up on some form of object. His delightful sun bathing is interrupted as a sheet of paper flies past his face, giving him a gnarly paper cut at the bridge of his nose! As he grumbles, he would grab at the paper and read it in a grumpy manner. Dagr simply sighs, quite enjoying the taste of the slice of citrus lime floating within his glass of fresh water. Dagr would reach for a pen and a small piece of paper, moving to write in neat handwriting: "This is not a 'new guild'. Plenty of people have tried to reach this so called 'peace' but I'd hate to say... It is to never happen. If you want a peaceful life, go down south and enjoy a nice stay at Salvus. It doesn't seem so bad down there. You're only making yourself a target for those frisky bandits!" After he is finished with his note, he'd move to lift his feet from the object he had it propped on, revealing that it is the skull of a De Bolbec! Dagr would stuff the note into the temple of the skull and move to roll the nasty foot propping device downhill like a crude bowling ball.
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