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    Jyor Volaren, Ser Hakon Ruric, Adalwulf

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  1. Siege of Vjorhelm

    Good fight man.
  2. Mordskov; Conjunction of Worlds

    Adalwulf would make his way towards Mordskov, the voidsteel blade once belonged to Caius Horen now drawn and ready as the lone soldier marches towards the twilight of the world...

    1. Fuze


      Ghostemane is nice. you heard Death by Dishonor?

  4. Adalwulf would simply stare at the inferno, his Turkin brothers and loyal bannerforce at his back. "My heart and mind are concluded.. Arthas, you will die by my hands for this transgression against your kin." His back would turn but a single word would utter from across his lips, "Snake."
  5. An evening at Turkin horde

    Adalwulf would stand with his Turkin brothers and sisters, proud of the strength and resilience of the clans arriving. "The Tugan Clan, and all other Turkin shall see what belies their fate upon the Great Journey, glory be the name Turkin once more, alight the banners of war, TENGRI BIZ MENEN!"
  6. Renatus x Norland

    Good fight.
  7. Holy Hearth Writ of Consecration

    A lone horen would stand before the flames in the once dim, now everbright halls of the temple. "Praise be the light of dawn to this holy temple. Father guide us."

    Its about to get sweaty.

    1. Freischarler


      @Stimpay no it isnt going to be sweaty.

  9. Tournament of Alban, 1639

    Minecraft Name: Malgonious (Adalwulf) Race: Human Duel/Joust: Duel
  10. -=Sutica Raid=-

  11. Adalwulf Horen found himself surrounded in the blizzard that had enveloped the ruins of the heartland of Johan.. on this particular day upon the snowfields however.. A fur-cloaked soldier along with a sparse assembly of bannermen with him, slowly began to approach the the rocky ruin of humanity. “Missur, how much further must we heft into dis’ wastelan’? O’im not too fond of the cold!” A servant would bark, hefting many quivers of arrows over his shoulders. “Raheem! Stop yer whinin’ and git movin!” William would shout over the few men separating them in the assembly. “Buh ees cold! O’im real sore, my toes.. They ache with this weird blue snow.. Ees pretteh ‘ard too..” Adalwulf would slowly turn to his men, raising his hand for them to stop behind him.. He would continue walking. “I tell you this, not to frighten you all.. Nor to discourage. But you may turn around if you wish. I know not how much further I must tread.. But I am resolved. Where I go.. is further. Into the heart of this cold hell.. I intend to see what was left behind of my people.. What they fought and fell for.. That is my path forward into this pain and agony..” Adalwulf would continue, walking further into the blizzard. His entire bannerforce followed suit, not a soul turned back around to leave their leader behind. And so.. They tread on. *** Adalwulf slowly approached the crater of Johannesburg.. He could feel the thanium-dust in the air begin to thicken, his breath becoming short and brief..The fall of his father’s empire.. His passion, hopes and dreams all lied in the hole that appeared to open and expand evermore into his visage. “Men.. hold.” the young leader would bark with a concern upon his tone. Adalwulf would slowly walk further, the crater below would be described as follows “A pit of what was lost, what could have been, and what will never be.” Black Legion and coalition forces seconds after the thanium explosion of Johannesburg The fallen of the Fifth Empire of Oren lay beneath the crater.. The surrounding Black Legion had encircled the city as the barrage of dwarven artillery shells began to rock the city and landscape already into a wasteland. The blackened armor of those defenders, along with coalition armed berserkers, legionnaires, and courlandic infantrymen would be seen beneath the iced crater-side, their ruination etched into the icy block of solid thanium frozen into the rock and soil. Crumbled stonework and decayed palisade would dot the thanium-drift, blown heavily around the crater of what would then appear in the visage to be the heart of the fallen empire, the Capital of Johannesburg. The redbrick had stained a deep-blue.. Their scattering about the landscape would be ever-evident, along with massive amount of scorched stones and cobbles. Black and purple would be evidently a strong color, as the frayed wool would sometimes appear strong, perhaps to the banners below that were incinerated in the frozen air. *** Adalwulf began to slow his pace, feeling his knee fall and slowly touch to the ground. The dulled violet cape that he had dawned wrapped around his figure, cradling him as his arm began to sift through the snowdrift, pressing the thanium dust aside to reveal the permafrost that had overtaken the grasses below.. Scorched and burned were the small green speckles beneath the icy block. Adalwulf closed his eyes, taking up a small pinch of the dust into his hands, and letting it fall back down the earth. He slowly raised his knee once more, his figure outstretched and observant of what was before him.. “The past of my people.. My past. All these stories of heroism, of bravery.. Those who stood firm to their final breath. They lie before me, before us..” he would turn to the small collective behind him, a look of determination upon his face. "I can’t let their sacrifice be for nothing.. I owe this to them.. To my father." His hands would grip around his cloak, tearing it from his shoulders, tying it to a scorched fencepost nearby, letting it wave in the frozen winds that whipped the crater. “I pledge this to you, my people.. Father! This does not end with you.” The few men that weren't busy shivering in the cold, and coughing gave a half-hearted cheer to their commander. The enclave of soldiers and their aspirant leader would be seen leaving the blast site.. The dulled violet cape slowly blew in the wind, the sigil on the front being that of the Black Legion.. of renewed hope for a brighter day to come for the descendants of Horen.

    This whole thread is just a warning point waiting to happen, pass.
  13. @Murlocs unban axeman

    1. Jaeden


      I mean I think the guy is awesome for his American pride, but cmon.


      I'd even accept it if he made the dress blues more medieval with some discolouring and edits here and there

    2. _Jandy_


      That and this was not the first time he was told not to wear the skin.

  14. If you aren't making money, it's time to stop playing Minecraft.