HeroOfDuLoc

And so, the Raven began carving the name of Sir Milonir of Whitehall in to the annals of history, croaking what was only the first of songs in his name. "'pon the path of bravery, as Sir Milonir had oathed, to face foes unsavory, and to reap what they had sowed. They would not know victory, fiends who spoil liege's lass. Triumph passed with injury, clutching 'pon his bleeding mass. Warm embrace from the heavens, the soldier felt death so near, soon he stirred from the lessons, facing what provoked him fear. The hero rose from the grave, it was not his time to pass, for he knew he could not waive, the name Whitehall had to last."

I believe we should whip staff members to actually work, or they should be removed.

Considering atronachs are definitely more abuseable than golems it's not unreasonable to suggest such a thing, they are CA creatures so they should be given an ST approved item on acceptance (as other CAs, like darkstalkers, have items given to their creator upon acceptance), it's only one more process to go through so it should either be removed for golems or added on to atronachs. Also, isn't there an amendment for atronach eyes with this exact reasoning for it's purpose?

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malinor was ww2buffs pipe dream, it became nonexistent because him and twi got banned so there was no ooc overarching force to keep the celia'nor, elvenesse, and nor'asath together TLDR; the 'goats' got banned

I hope this wasn't made with the purpose of grand fathering yourself or those in your clique in. . . .

MC Name: HeroOfDuLoc Discord: Nick#5841 Image: Description of Image: Stylized Cingedoz Raven Dimensions: 1x1

A goblin looks upon this missive, quirking a brow at the apparent eventual THIRD act, "Quit rep farming agh juz releaze da zkahin' hole ting."

call it the elven curse of malding and it'll be perfect 👍

The Mineplenty clan, almost entirely absorbed by GREEDMANE, could only watch on in horror as their remaining family on the mortal plane was shot down, simply performing his duty as a devout follower of Grimdugan. Somewhere across the cosmos, a faint chanting could be heard, accompanied by the clanging of pickaxes. "Aruuuuuu! Aruuuuu!"

"O' hail Iblees, who has chosen our dark lord as her vessel upon this here accursed earth!" Deadward offered a patriotic salute, "We will prevail!"

Hero’s End “Gaze into fate, hero.” A deck of tarot cards flew outward from the Pharaoh’s cloak, presenting an image. Before the Hero a singular card held itself firm, displaying the moving image of a hooded sorcerer seated atop his throne of teeth - He who cackled maniacally before ruined lands bathed in flame and blood. “An evil sorcerer - one of many, though this one seeks to raise an army of evil. . . One that threatens to swallow the very world itself. The end draws near. . . I require a charitable soul, one who is willing to defeat this sorcerer. Once you complete this task, your heroism, your adventures, it may all come to an end. . .” The Pharaoh intoned, “Are you prepared to face that?” “The elders once spoke of such an event, though I never imagined it would happen in my time. . .” Bodbmakos took a moment to contemplate, clenching his fist tight as he gazed at the face of the card, slight apprehension upon his own. “I have long known nothing lasts forever, it is better to fall with righteous glory than to wither away.” “. . .So you understand.” Adorned in fresh pelts and the arms of Du Loc, Bodbmakos ventured off to the lands of Yolg to defeat whatever ancient evil that had stirred, destined to meet his fate. So ends the story of the Hero of Du Loc, who stepped through the great filter and into the annals of legend. But the tales of heroes will never come to a close, for the struggle between Charity and Greed is a war without end. “From lands of snow, had arrived upon a glacier, fear he did not show, for he’d meet his maker, champion of Charity, giving to those in need, one of great barbarity, never gave in to Greed, he who saved Brae, and slain the Minotaur, kept the fiends at bay, like the heroes of yore, how he earned his fame, most would be rotten, for this we sing his name, never to be forgotten, had bested every foe, truly a master over nature, from lands of snow, had arrived upon a glacier” Bodbmakos hal’Cingedoz Fury of the Minotaur Champion of Charity Hero of Du Loc 1850 - 1909

"Now they're selling titles in exchange for money? Their land must truly be Godless."

Monk-E simply replies by posting a document that contained the signature of the Archduchess, one which made heretical demands of the Vicar of God and the Church.

Father Harold 'the Golden' begins by pacing back and forth, arms held behind is back as he prepared to grill the automaton, whom possessed photographic memory, over the events that occurred. "MONK-E, who was present amongst their rally that day?" "[ARCHIVE] TWO Ferrymen - Known terrorists within REGION - Crownlands" "MONK-E, enhance, who were these terrorists?" "[ARCHIVE] UNIDENTIFIED HUMANOIDS ; ONE MAN ; ONE MOUSE-MAN" "MONK-E, pull up the autopsy of the Bishop who was assassinated." "[ACKNOWLEDGED] ONE unusually small crossbow bolt to the head" "Curious. MONK-E, enhance, were there any other musin accompanying the Haensetians?" "[NEGATIVE] This unit detected ELVES ; HUMANs ; ONE MOUSE-MAN" "MONK-E, it appears we found our killer." Father Harold 'the Golden' turned away from the automaton, a sly smirk slowly spreading across his face.

"Azdromoth's a big ol' lame lizard who has turned from our dark voluptuous queen's path of ruin! No way, no how these little lizards even hold a candle to our glorious bone lord, we're gonna make sure they're good as dead this time." The lowest of Skeletal minions, Deadward, proclaims amongst the new brethren of Iblees.

"[WARNING] LOCATION - Celia'nor ; populated by INIQUITY ; even greater possibility of DARKSPAWN due to presence of LI-REN DOGs" A golden monk chirped, merely following it's programming.

A low level minion begins to rant about Xionism, "All they did was sit in a dank crypt and talk about how they wanted to take over the world, so lame! Never did nothin' worth something! Didn't even worship a Dark Elf woman with dark skin and hourglass figure, who rules over all of the Nether! Why would a skeleton want romance when Iblees will embrace them bone and all!?"

"Iblees and her bountiful bosom bless Mankind and our unholy Emperor!" Deadward cries!

Deadward, ever loyal to the Grave Lord Gashadokuro and Iblees, threw up a salute. "Hail iblees."

"[WARNING] Alliteration to word DRAGON detected ; beware of all references ; likelihood of AZDRAZI involvement NINTEY PERCENT : [QUOTE] 'So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth.' - The SCROLL OF VIRTUE 4:8" A golden monk advises.

"Mi gruk lat betrayed da Ragukz by tryin' tu zell da raguk port tu da ztoutz, lat nub Raguk." A true son of Nagg utters.

"[ERROR] Opinion remains unmodified by DARKSPAWN missive ; INIQUITY is to be dismantled in REGION - Crownlands : [QUOTE] 'The Lord is the Lord GOD without peer, but you seek power alike to his, and even power equal. This is a selfish and impossible sin, for there is no power alike to GOD.' - THE SCROLL OF SPIRIT 7:8-9" A golden monk announces.

"Another reminder that the vile cannot help but expose their taint."