monalisa

Would anyone happen to know a program capable of opening Torrent files?

I'm in need of a goblin skin, I can offer up to 30 minas to whoever makes the best one. I'd like Kalgroth to wear a brown tunic, like this ; http://imgur.com/uX4OymQ He has blue eyes, and, of course, green skin. I guess this would be the best reference image, minus the bag and the horns: http://imgur.com/zxD6D5g

((I apologize in advance for this, but...

....Problem solved. ;) I suppose this thread can be locked.

+1

In that case, I don't know any Event Races.

Considering I only know of the Dread Knights, yeah.

In that case, +1

As a playable race, I vote no, plus I know we won't be having a seventh race, but as an event race, such as Dread Knights, etc, I really, really, like the idea.

I'd be willing to help edit punctuation for you.

Nydari stumbles upon the corpse, and winces. "Perhaps a Kha has joined the cultists' ranks..." He then spots the newer message. "I thought Mar was disbanded..."

((Post edited to have that message.

The Stone Road would seem especially unwelcoming to those walking along it, as if it had born witness to something horrid. The closer one came to Petrus, the greater the feeling of dread would be, until one arrived at the crossroad between the Widow's Woods, Petrus, and Atlas Arena. First, the feeling of dread would escalate. Your heart would speed up, adrenaline rushing, blood pumping. Your mind would be racing, asking questions such as "What is going on?", or "What has happened here?", however the answers to these shall not come - yet. Then, you'd smell it. A pungent, evil, smell, the smell of death. It would fill your nostrils, cloud your vision, like a dense fog, consuming your thoughts. It refused to be ignored. You would continue on, now anxious to discover the source. Finally, you'd see it. A corpse, relatively fresh, but decay would come soon. Blood soaked the cold stone beneath it, forming a dark, crimson, pool. Red blood trails away from the corpse east, into the Widow's Woods.* You might rush towards the body, to get a better look. You'd be greeted with an even more gruesome scene. The body of a man, thin, although tall, with a dark brown goatee. His hair would be long, going down to his shoulders, although it would be filled with leaves and other dirt, as if he had been running. His ears would be pointed, his skin tan, a wood elf. A chain, that of a necklace or amulet, would wrap around his neck, but the pendant would appear to be missing, severed. His face would be that of terror, his eyes wide and mouth open, as if he had been killed while screaming. His throat would be torn open, but irregularly. The cut would start on his right side, very rugged, as if he was being cut slowly. But, around halfway across the neck, the cut would seem to suddenly increase in quality, becoming smooth and straight, like someone had suddenly slashed the rest of his neck open. As you moved down the body in that fashion, the next thing you'd see would be his chest. His coat, possibly that of a nobleman, lined with gold buttons, would be torn open, his bleeding chest revealed. The mark of Iblees would be burnt into the flesh on his chest, and, with closer inspection, on both his wrists. Scratched on top of the Eye of Iblees would be: Mali', Beware. You have stolen Fifteen years of my life, so I shall take fifteen lives of yours. From the Covenant of Mar to the Mali... *If one followed the blood trail, they would be led deep into the forest, until they arrived at a small clearing. Here, they would find nothing remarkable, except for a small pendant lying on the grass, the mark of Iblees engraved into it.