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Muramir Doomforged rubs his face with callused hands in exasperation. Long estranged from his thought-to-be kin in his self imposed exile. This missive reaching him would only deepen the shame he felt for his clan.

My evil character kneels in supplication to The Dark Lord.

Andarist shakes his finger in a dissaproving way for he detest petty crime!

Muramir concludes, very loudly that one mortal rule would not satisfy Hadrian, why would the Ever Grasping Emperor settle for anything less then ruling all the lands forevermore?

Muramir mourns the scattering of his people. Once a proud warrior, he had come to regret the oaths that had bound him as like chains into inaction. A lifetime of regrets the Doomforged would need to endure, alongside shame and guilt. It was the only penance he could offer hidden away in his own small corner of the world.

"The rapacious greed of the Empire does not end with the dwarves, though that was supposed to be our curse, not Hadrians. There will always be other lands to raze and bring under the Imperial heel. Ill be interested to see how historians regard this bloodsoaked time. Scholars rarely favor blatant militarism." Murmers Muramir Doomforged into a flagon of ale in some small village where he remained in shame.

dworks

as the wise man Vince Staples once said, twins, both

seen this conversation happen again and again over the years, nothing matters its all made up, we are playing pretend on minecraft

farm rp isnt real, peasants arnt real

guys please im very humble, stop voting for me

very high quality roleplay

cool post, i want to play a gemeye now

brave child soldier who kills wyverns and talks very seriously

Tulip appreciates how Truffles operates.

bottoms was a funny movie and then this episode of tlou made me cry

Jolteon the goat, him and ursaring were my bros in gale of darkness

odd i dont see clan ironabs on there????

pk's are cool, it does suck when it happens in an anticlimactic way like if a bunch of good guys raid a lair when its empty or something, but thems the breaks. if you get pked go with some dignity

Craggy Ironabs grins ginnily.

Muramir, seeking to redeem himself in the eyes of the Brathmordakin over failures of a personal nature, weighs the notion of offering aid to this Princess Zofiya in his mind. It was the sacred duty of all dwed to not only pursue knowledge, but protect it as well, to learn and discover was a blessed act under the precepts of Ogradhad, though that wasn't his favored patron. A dwed seeking to get right with all his gods should live his life upholding the ideals of all the Brathmordakin, not just a few. With his mind settled on the matter, he would make arrangements to get in contact with the Princess Zofiya, and start a new chapter of his own life.

Tulip gradually reconstitutes within the chamber where his phylactery lay, bemoaning the fact he would have to go and collect more flowers for his eccentric garb, after having been felled by The Oyashi Sniper Kato Ena.