molly molly molly
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About molly molly molly
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would you guys throw me into the ocean if i proposed scions being able to cast at 8 blocks if they wear light armor
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my cousin's up in alba, fighting wyverns, and what do i get? guard duty
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an incredibly hard fight, but zilvira has slain honor mode orin the red in a 1v1 ggs
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it my bday :)
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Zilvira Nightblood suddenly leaps from the bushes. She sprints towards the Atronach, running it down like a feral she-wolf. It runs in terrible fear, but she catches it, and tackles it by the legs. She begins to viciously pummel the Atronach in its stupid face with brass knuckles. "If I wanted mages DEAD--" A quick blow nearly shatters its artificial cranium. "I would HUNT THEM DOWN--" Another blow, faster; this time cracking its skull. "And they would already BE. DEAD." A vicious hit snaps something inside the Atronach. "LIKE! YOU." She laughs hysterically, and the blows come harder, faster, over, and over, and OVER until there is nothing but a greasy smear of mana on the pavement. Her deranged laughter spills from her lips, and she pointlessly screams at its corpse, "DON'T TRY TO POISON THE SANCTITY OF MY AUCTION WITH YOUR--" "STUPID! LITTLE LIES! It's very, very rude! -- okay?" She then princessly hmphs, tears down the missive before it spreads, and carries on with her day, with bruised knuckles.
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჻჻჻ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴀ ꜱ ᴏ ʀ ᴄ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ꜱ ' ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴡ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ʀ ᴏ ʙ ᴇ ჻჻჻ Across western Azuras and noticeboards across the wild thousands, a neat missive is posted. Spiders seem drawn to the missive, and crows are never too far away. Hello. I have recently... returned a magical cloak back to my grasp, one which will be of interest to Azuras' most fashionable sorceresses; the Cloak of Chromeweave. This cloak's very threads were directly ripped from the sinew of the Greater Vixus known as Chromeweave, and spun with care by yours truly. It has a bizarre effect upon a sorceress' magic. She will find her spells to grow discordant and irregular; while her focus will be enhanced tremendously. Upon the battlefield, your beauty and flare as a spellcaster will have no equal. In halls of magic and courtrooms of splendor, this cloak's sheen shall draw every gaze towards your ethereal presence- captivating, and unmistakable. It shall inform all that your fashion, beauty and command of elegance shall not be so easily forgotten. I desire to see this cloak fall into the hands of a most capable and fashionable sorceress. Thus, I will begin the bidding at; 750 mina. Male wizards are permitted to bid, but they shall suffer a 100 mina penalty upcharge to the final price. The auction ends when I stop receiving bids. ჻჻჻ ϟ ⫘ ϗ ჻჻჻ ⫥ ⸶ ⸷ ⫢ ვ ხ Lil' Uyl'udith Golhyrr Ssrig'luin nau Faer ulu Luth ხ კ ჟ ხ Vin'ult Qu'ellar Istovlos, Vin'ult Vailth ხ ჭ ᴍᴀᴛʀᴏɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀɪʟᴛʜ ს ა ს ა კ ლ ა ო ქ ა ლ ბ ა ტ ო ნ ი ჟ
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What’s the matter? Can’t stand the sight of a strong nord woman?
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Grey-Mane or Battle-Born?
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sir your line of questioning is intimidatingly direct and i fear the wrong answer may prove to stoke your anger. for me to choose an answer at this stage of the game, with my lack of knowledge of the customs, traditions, and politics of either clan would be grossly misinformed, and my choice has a 50% chance to unintentionally insult. it is for this reason i must decline to answer. i like your leather skirt though is it from belethor’s 🤩
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A turnip for your thoughts?
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Do not try a shepherd's patience.
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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Baggage handlers are of a notably higher caste than shepherds. However, they are not to be trusted.
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