Chimp

((Props for pking man!))

Somewhere in Arcas a man thinks the snelves would boast too if they were capable of winning anything.

“4 v 1” Snickers a man

ok but why are you pausing the entire war for this. Just keep it going and then apply the new rules next war or when they are ready. Honestly im getting tired of this war and you changing rules midwar and pausing the whole thing just ensures that it will last well into the summer for no god damned reason.

“What a smart and reasonable man!” A reader proclaims.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about the Ves guards, at least they fight to the death unlike your so called nobles who cower in fear. Considering one of them sacrificed themselves to keep your sister alive, the one whom you did not seem to care for before, i’d say you already owe them quite a lot. If the Adrians were to try to grab themselves a deal much like the Curonites have, you would be more screwed than your ***** mother was.” ((Void this if its not the brother of that girl we kidnapped, u and all ur chars))

“Wait a minute.. Blood sacrifices? That sounds like something an Iblees worshiper would want.. So the Orenians are not only led by a ***** son bastard who is too feeble to carry a sword made of anything other than softwood, they are also led by a blood seeking Iblees worshiper who pretends to be the vicar of GOD? What kind of madness has befallen on this world?” Asks an inquiring man.

“Death with honour” a man murmurs.

Almisael wonders why the supposed orenian emperor is playing pen and paper when his relatives were captured. Then he remembers that Joseph is a pen emperor.

“The tyranny of Aurelius who was offered the marnan throne by the marnan king, oh wait, or was it that time he protected haense from rebels and bandits, making the haensetic king willingly vassalize under him? Such a tyrant..”

“nay thee”

“Shouldn’t you just say Ave oren? Why do you have to say the full name.”

just an fyi haense was in the deep south of atlas because the continent sat on the southern hemisphere, also the church of canon believes in a single god.

“I mean, it is a sinking ship though.” responds a man

Tyrone read the whole thing like a big boy.

“Which skirmish? You mean all the ones renatus has won? I’m very confused by that statement, are you in some kind of otherwordly realm?”

(( I’d shame them equally so.))

((Whats the point of capturing and killing important people if they are never gonna pk, props to those that do but theres way too many that decide to avoid consequence rp by not pking which ruins the flow))

Remembers those same elves burning their nation instead of defending it in the first place.

(( I rarely make serious rp thread so it might seem like someone unexperienced has made it lol))

“They are when they spend their days grinding at a wheel of cheese and not trying to rule” A man smirks besides her.

Somewhere inside a cavern in the northern regions of Arcas, a flower a grew. The flower, was of a shade of white. Right besides the flower sat a man, a man who was seemingly caring for the flower. ”Mother, the rats have come out of their hell holes.” The man said as if speaking to the flower. “It’s not enough that they took you away, they have to destroy everything he’s built or else they won’t be satisfied.” A cool wind blew into the cavern, reminding the flower that the climate above was not so forgiving. The flower stood its ground, radiating it’s glamorous beauty as if unphased. ”The colossus crumbles and falls, they will build a small statue in it’s stead, hoping that it will have the same effect.” The man promptly stood up, looking outside the cavern. He began walking towards the exit. ”Climbing a mound of corpses to reach the podium, the rat king will install his statue in it’s stead.” “However, the colossus lasted as long as it did because the people helped maintain it, shape it back up, clean it. This is something the rat king will realize, having used that same people’s corpses to reach the podium in the first place” The man exited the cavern, the flower still stood it’s ground, divinely waving as each breeze came through.

A man wonders why the emperor who’s nation has a proper parliament is a tyrant but the one who has not, is not?

((Respect for pking))