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give me refined rubber

Ser Abraham the southeron would look at this slang and bad grammar, turning the missive around as he tried to make sense of this. "Are they trying to speak Ghanwua or something? They have failed, all I see is kiddie speech.." The knight put the missive back down, wondering what kind of town his daughter moved to.

If this requires a server resource/texture pack will you add in my clan mount project :3

. "Ea am just getting a written statement of marriage at this point." Grigoryi stays at his isolated home with his fiance, fiddling with the ring he had.

damn time to memorize shiz

sweet, can't wait to see what else is fixed next

Grigoryi var Ruthern began to cry relentlessly when he heard the news. He did not understand why he was crying, for he could not remember how dearly he loved spending time with his cousin Vasilia. The Ruthern, disheveled, buried his head in his hands for hours on end; praying to Godan that He would restore the amnesiac's memories of her.

rip minae

Lev picks up his shit and leaves Elysium because there is too much stupid shit going on. "Ve nice people of Elysium just can't get any fekkin' rest can they? Now there are elves claiming land that's niet even theirs.. Godan why would they niet go and claim ve Druid grove or Elvenesse? Is niet like anyone is there anyway. Is free for taking."

Lev reads over the compendium written by Elizaveta, absolutely mesmerized by all fairies and neat creatures the lass encountered. Perhaps, he's now found an interest in something; a calling if you would see it as that. "Oh, Ea know her! Ea'll pay her a visit, I've nie been so interest in something like this before.." The forgotten Ruthern hums softly, proceeding to gently trace his finger over the drawings for hours on end, quietly reading into the information once more.

Lev cries internally, as he wishes to join the club because he wants to have a family but is now too old to become a parent. ". . . Does adoption count?"

Ser Abraham pours one out for the man who stole the hand of the knight's sister. "You two created a set of beautiful, ambitious, and independent daughters." He drank his mead, pouring a shot of blood-red wine out for the Wick.

please tell me you did not just dox yourself..

Ser Abraham f u c k i n g cries for one of his remaining friends that he has served for so long. First Yvo, Isabel, Petra.. now Sigismund. "Not again, please, Ea am running out of friends.."

Ser Abraham prepares a gift for the new baby, given that every new life is a blessing, no matter who it is born to. "Hm.. they like tartans.. maybe I need to sew a tartan doll."

Haha time for sex

are the insides shaded/existing?

Ser Abraham laughs for once in his injured state. "She should ask the order. I am the one who trained Ser Emil and Ser August. Ser Reinhardt does not have the sole authority to take on new squires. The table, all of the sitting knights, vote on the squire, no matter the family name." "Is Ser Reinhardt to blame that his bountiful family wishes to strongly serve the kingdom in every way they can? They are not his children, he did not sire them, they come and we ALL judge them. They all go through the same interrogation, the same trials, the same risks. Do not bundle all these men in the shadow of their family name.." "But of course, how is Lady Sorina allowed to make issues? Was her claim to her home not recently challenged due to her recent mental illness and incompetency?" Abraham rubbed his chin. How dare they disgrace the oldest and most loyal serving knight still alive..

A friendly spirit hovers nearby, smiling down softly at the next generation. He felt pride in Klara, that she worked through hours of labor to bring life into the world. Parenting is hard, he knew that, but he also knew that Her Royal Highness was more than capable of the task. The spirit wafted into the room, gently reaching out to set his cold hand on top of the mother's head. He couldn't do much for his friend, but he placed his Blessing on her, hoping that it could only distract her from the lingering pain no matter how small his impact could be.

So I'm a little confused on reading the post and then reading the explanations in the comments. How would this affect my human? He lost his arm around the age of 20, now wears an atronach arm for at least 30 years (takes it off at night ofc). It's got the T1 Water Blast enchantment, but he rarely uses it; it's moreso to help put out those rare fires. Also do Atronach Limbs passively harm nearby plant people or is that them just being scared in roleplay?

Ser Abraham prepares to come, since it asked for knights. "Well, I may be retired, but I can't ignore my king asking for assistance." He'd retie his atronach arm back on, and begin to hobble towards another bokolo.

Lev claps for those who won, before realizing he was alone; it was weird to clap alone.. so he stopped clapping. "Dobry on them, for winning.."

Ser Abraham attempts to vote by mail, but his vote is never picked up by the Voting Officials. "Eh, not important enough to exhaust myself.." He'd hobble back to his physical therapy.

Lev tries to vote for the very pretty Erika, but he is turned away by election officials as they cannot confirm the nobleman's forgotten identity. "Dang.."

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