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Deep into the night, several men entered Aleksandria, and only with honest intentions. That is, until, they saw their comrade in quite a sticky situation. Standing on the bridge, alone, was one Rodrik Lothson. Singled out by Courlandic leadership, he faced his faction’s enemies without fear or shame. “You cannot win.” The Courlandic men drew their battle-axes, savage grins on their face, ignoring brave Rodrik’s speech. “This is murder - I am unarmed. Have you not learned your lesson about murdering in cold blood?” From behind Rodrik, the sound of metal pauldrons brushing against a steel chestplate was clear. That first group of men - those with honest intentions - stepped up one by one alongside their friend, placing their hands on the hilts of their weapons. “Well,” says Wem, coolly sliding a blade out from it’s hilt. “I thought my day couldn’t get any better. And here you stand in front of me, attempting to capture my good friend Rodrik.” Though the cool breeze of the night blew strong, the Courlander’s eyes widened, looking at each other desperately as sweat coated their faces. Moments later their corpses littered the path into the keep. --- Scaling the walls of the keep, the men looked for any entrances so that they may increase their spoils from the night. As they silently slid over the top of the walls, Harren of Metterden glimpsed a slight movement off in the distance. Moonlight glinting off of their tiaras, he gasped. “The Staunton royal women!” The men lept back over the walls, sprinting to a barn behind Aleksandria. The women noticed and attempted a sprint, though it proved futile. Dunamis horseman Maly’thill quickly ran them down, knocking them on the soft dirt as the other caught up. Their hands were tied, and they were led far, far away. You may read a sign that says: “COURLANDIC QUEEN AND PRINCESS CAPTURED. RANSOM OR EXECUTION - YOU CHOOSE”

Wem Vanir-Revlis' grin would widen

Wem Vanir-Revlis spits back. "Vanirs are not men who suckle on the *** of the same Stauntons who killed Vasili."

Sergeant Wem of Dunamis pens a short letter. "Men are the most savage beasts. If you need to pray again, send a letter. None will touch you with myself around. -Wem"

Wem laughs with the Horde

Wem smirks, convincing his friend that they would make fine dunamian maids if they didn't sell. One of them at least.

1. Cooldown for raiding is WAAAYY too long. Do NOT have it be as long as its proposed here, its absolutely stupid long. 2. War raids can only have 10 ppl? rly? this is even more stupid than number 1. What war have you seen in which the sides rally just 10 people for a raid? This will end up in offensive side having 10, defensive side having 30. On top of this, this is literally EXACTLY what causes us to plan skirms/raids, stupid rules like this. thats all i can think of atm

Drogg'Lak begins a long walk home.

This is a loss for all good men

Wem prepares to slaughter Warhawkes alongside the stouts

"Wub da ***? Uruk Rex cannub be kat." He replies

"Latz klomp fur Rex. Latz am nu Uruk ef latz uze wurds ag nub klomp." Says Drogg'Lak

"I can't read too well to be honest" replies Wem

"Can she cook"

Wem frowns "do not remake haense"

Axes cuz devs 1.8 is 1000000 time better than 1.9, ask any pvper (their opinions are the ones that matter when it comes to pvp) you actually can make bluesteel/diamond armor now, it's only for the rich tho no sink because pvp videogame black ferrum is the upper tier, like any videogame

90 active ppl RPing is better than 30 RPing while 100 sit in the middle of nowhere afk

Small maps are beneficial because RP is much more centralized. For example take Athera. All you had to do is walk down a single road and there was RP everywhere. In the past two maps, you'd be lucky to find rp going on in a city/public place.

Do you want a small map, or a huge map? Edit: If you weren't around for Fringe or Athera please don't vote, you don't know what a smaller map is like @Gusano Arentonio @Tythus @Beast720 @Thomas @501warhead

Wem Vanir-Revlis, a Dunamian, sets out to make some extra coin.