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About Kinslayer

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    "And what fate befalls mutineers?"

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    Nazorean, Fygmor, Zealot
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    Adunian, High Elf, Sorvian

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  1. How To Apply to LoTC, Kinslayer's Guide

    never been banned for that!! @Sky What else! :')
  2. Be Free Now

    The lonely soul belittled to generality and aimlessness that deaths release had set upon it. The world fell upon him and the heat was felt, tears streamed and nobody answered them. The world was cold until it was not, and the flesh is weak until it rots. The soul wanders, and the mind ties itself in knots. The body decays and one is set free. The world swirls set static and still around a point, but the world falls away to ash and dust and all is left is the soul. The world fell away from him, and his hair was raked nervously, over and over, he wanted it to be over. There was no over, and there was no true death, there was no true way to pay his debt. Corruption had latched upon his soul, festered, made a home. Men were far past the point of understanding, far past forgiveness, for good reason. A long and tired life, weary and drawn out, he disliked it as much as others did. He sat in a strange cave, his eyes cast down towards the ground, he thought of his brother. He wished he could say he was sorry, he wished he could purify himself. A constant fault, a consistent bump, an unconscious knock that whacked his mind, splintered his judgment. He wanted relief, he wanted nothing more than that, he wanted that for those he loved. He wished he could make things right with those he loved, he wished he could make things right with those he missed. His teacher, dear Elindor, Eli, the old man, Earlwood even. Memories of the man, every word engrained in his mind even through washes and changes. He was disappointed in himself, disappointed at what he had become. His hands raked through his hair, washed and combed before now becoming disheveled. His eyes were cast to the world, and he wished to be resolved to the fate of all. Though the great limit was his mind, and his soul, violence was the answer here. He meant to go out, he wanted to go out, he wanted to die and to fight and to leave. If he had been strong enough, if he could, but he couldn't, he couldn't leave peacefully. The burden could not be lifted, and he knew that. So with the falling of the sun, his ash was upon the winds, and his essence gone from this earth, with the keeper who he wished to follow many decades ago, but was cast away from. It could have been. ~ Nazorean Scratched into the dirt, for nobody to see.
  3. [Denied]Lumiin's Game Moderator Application

    I HATE TRAPS AAAAAA but lumii is okay <3 +1
  4. Hey zach, good job on getting ET. :)

  5. [Denied]Tired of Light blue, Going for Dark blue ~Zombiefide

    HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA you know what, +1 Don't take advice from leap, you're fine.
  6. [Fire Evocation] [ST] ElvenMagician (ALT)//Kailme Arseigen

    Yes I'm overseeing you
  7. Nazorean scratches his beard as shades are not mentioned, but Mental Mages are.
  8. An Open Letter to Heial Vientos

    "Drama, and that is all... There is no substance to any of this." Nazorean read from the bowels of a shaman shrine, groaning as he skimmed over it again. "Azoth's always been a man of drama, but usually it has some weight... Now it just seems he wishes to scorn the name of his old co-workers for the favor of his prince and nation... Quite sad, Heial is a good man, even if the Ascended do not enjoy my presence, I have the sense to know they do have good men and women in their ranks." He scribbled his notes, posting them near where the letters were, almost as a notice.
  9. Show Your Pet Thread

  10. That’s the thing about these high school girls man. I grow older, they stay the same age