Birdnerdy

As Stephen passed on into the cold embrace of the Void, an ethereal chorus of voices might catch his ear. Grey phantoms, adorned with the heraldry of a times long since past, emerge from the heavy darkness around him with arms extended, as if to embrace the dying King. Their distant chants fill the empty wastes with sung and spoken words, not of greeting, nor grieving, but of thanks. If Stephen were to examine the faces of his admirers, he might catch a glimpse of Osgod Colborn's weathered visage, or the stern countenance of Rickard Barrow. Perhaps he would lock eyes with the steely gaze of Jan Kovacs, or marvel at Lerald Vyronov's staunch mustache. The long dead Legion's had been roused many years before by the trampling feet of the Courlander hordes. Their burial sites were desecrated and spat upon by those who sought to subjugate their successors, the heretics of the True Faith and the treacherous dwed. Displaced, they had wandered the Void without rest, their wails lost in the howling winds that tumble over the Hinterlands. It was Stephen who oversaw the gradual reconstruction of the Haeseni realm, and bore its mantle with pride. It was he who ensured that the graves of his forefathers would sit undisturbed. Most important of all, it was he who raised up another Great Generation of hearty northmen under the Barbanov banner, and led them to countless victories. For all of this and more did the ghostly entourage thank the passing King, the spirits of the Gold Corps singing praises to his name as their weary souls found peace once again.

Another player and I have already written a completed culture post with a near identical concept, and have started to develop it in game. We would be more than willing to include you in the project. Add me on Skype @birdnerdy so that we can talk.

Mass'ive Cra'fte spits out his tea.

Take what you can and give nothing back!

A contented Salazaar smokes sasya leaf in Allan's bustling square, the bloated declaration serving him well as tinder.

1. Kovachev 2. Kovachev 3. Kovachev 4. Kovachev 5. Kovachev

Where's all the roleplay huh? WHERE'S ALL THE ROLEPLAY ****?

smh fam we dabbed on you lads no need for embellishment ?

howd the wargames go m8

lol

Glad I got to know you in your twilight years.

I'm interested. Name is Karolus_

My faith in God has returned.

"Swallow ***** - there's children starving in Haria." - Enoch the Pilgrim, one hour prior in the Mardon gardens.

((Fantastic event! Enjoyed rping with y'all

Stephen yawns, preparing for a journey to the seaside.

Option one would fix much of the problem with poor bandit rp that we're experiencing, but in conjunction with its addition, we should implement a large badlands region where items do drop from players, for groups to skirmish each other and have a reliable outlet for mineman combat that doesn't degrade any quality rp.

Stephen signs the document with a swift flourish of his quill, a toothy grin plastered on his youthful face.

"If only Adelaide had tried harder!" weeps an old Lotharingian hag, steeling herself in preparation for the Horde to have their fun with her.

gd song