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Once again AT, please don’t kill me, but uh why this dude look like an orc if he’s a human?

YES YES YES I WANTED SO MUCH FOR FISH PEOPLE SINCE THAT... other server came out. BUT PLEASE GIVE ME THESE FISH PEOPLE I WILL BE GRATEFUL

Oh ok. Also, you can’t just start playin a race, you have to choose from the available ones. If you wanna make bird people, gotta do a lore submission

I might sound like an idiot for asking but wtf is a Cassowary

Aight so y’all are just not going to talk to the Braduks about this and make this decision on your own, despite us not being min-max of anything and really not being that close to Olog height OR weight? Ok. Sounds great. But maybe next time, or you know, this time, you should actually ******* talk to the people who PLAY Braduks not just random Orcs. Stop being retards and think

The Jungle Man let his head hang low, upon hearing his former Chieftain had fallen. “Jungle Man no longer see Wild Man...”

Jekyll and Hyde In the fabled Fae Realm a broken and fractured minded Satyr sits around a campfire. The sounds of the night all around him, along with the crackling fire. He argued to himself, his hands wrapped around his fur covered legs. He quietly rocked himself, back and forth. “We didn’t mean to do it, we thought it was for the best…” He spoke in a softer tone, his eyes darting rapidly. “No!” The Satyr’s tone changed rapidly, becoming harsh and brutal. “We know what we did, and we enjoyed every second of it! The blood, their guts in our hands!” The Thorn laughed maniacally. “No, no. It was bad, and we never should’ve done it. We’re sorry, we’re sorry!” He apologized frantically, as his tone changed back to the softer side. “NO! NO WE ARE NOT!” The Satyr shouted to no one, and the forest quieted. “BLOOD IS THE ONLY WAY TO SALVATION!” Oliver jumped to his feet, “Blood is needed to be spilled! September will end the descendants, and bring their reign of terror to an end!” For a second, the man stood proudly. Shoulders squared, chest out. But it ended in an instant, his shoulder slumped and he began to twiddle his fingers nervously. “No, no. September is gone, he is not coming back. They brought him to an end…” “BAH! You are weak! You should NEVER have tried to cure yourself of me. Look at what has happened! You are a shell of your former self. Do you forget the days of me? The days of Ghorros?! When we would slaughter ANY that dared to oppose us?!” “We killed so many… children too. That was not what anyone would have wanted…” It was now, that the Satyr smiled with true madness, a smile to strike fear into the heart of any mortal man. “Do you remember the taste of their flesh? Savory, sweet, and tender.” After this was spoken, Oliver’s eyes widened. “NO! No! I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!” He covered his ears, collapsing back to the ground in a fetal state. “Not listening! Not listening!” “YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM YOURSELF, COWARD!” He boomed suddenly. “Truly, you have forgotten the taste of raw flesh. The fresh blood that poured down our throat as we crunched their bones open and sucked out the marrow. Their screams, as they were slaughtered like lambs.” “Not listening! Not listening! I didn’t kill anyone! I didn’t hurt anyone that didn’t try to hurt us first!” He cried fearfully. “BAH! This is why your wives left you, why your children abandoned you! You are nothing.” He stood and seemingly walked off, before yelling out again. “YOU ARE WHY WE ARE ALONE! YOU KILLED AND CONSUMED EVERYTHING! YOU ARE WHY THEY LEFT US! YOU ARE WHY!” After this, the Satyr fell silent. After a few moments, he collapsed to the ground in tears. “Why did they all have to leave us?” He asked through the sobs. And at that moment, the campfire went out. The crackling stopped, along with the noises of the night. All that could be heard was a sad, broken man sobbing to himself. OOC: This is a sort of epilogue to Oliver, and his character as Satyrs most likely will not be brought back. If I am to be honest here, I might just try to write a book about him and his adventures. He was truly a fun character, and I had put many hours into him. I know it’s a bit late to be reminiscing, but if anyone has any screenshots of RP with him or any Satyrs that y’all saved go ahead and share em in the comments. Or just discuss some memories y’all have in general.

A Satyr with a fractured mind argues with himself in the Fae Realm about the topic. “Much death, much destruction we had caused to folks.” ”And yet we enjoyed it nonetheless.”

Why are tusks small. Should be big tusks cowards

not for long brøther

You absolute ******* mad man. **** it why not

**** it, why not boys. +1 But wait, will they look like DOOM demons?

They aren’t the only option, I’m saying they’re the only SMART option. Wait for Jandy to edit the topic and you’ll know what I mean. I just told you how I moderated it, didn’t I? Also I did not take it over completely. I got everyone then that was a braduk to agree, even speaking to 1bow before posting the topic.

Braduks are now being played like Noble families, once again. Requiring someone to be the child of one. We’re also limited to being 6 inches taller than the max height of an Orc currently but with some bigger weight differences. If anyone is claiming to be Bloodline without being on my post: “Scarcity of the Braduks” (which I will be updating), then you may talk to me and then I will speak to the LT about this. I do know that the list hasn’t been updated in a small bit, so I will need to do that.

Braduks as it stands do not require CAs. Neither should hybrids. That would kill them off, as far as I know I’m the only active TRUE Olog. Right now, the most common Orogs (Uruk and Olog) are Bloodline Braduks. Which require permission from a CURRENT and ACTIVE Braduk to play their child. They can return a character, as long as someone can vouch for them.

Don’t think this is an actual poster, bud. Tho a throw back to Street Urchins @thecritsybear

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