Jentos

A foreign man known as Jagobert knelt his head in silent prayer. Goodness, he knew, had no borders, no name, and no allegiance.

The An-Gho played with the chords of his harp wordlessly while the announcement was read to him. "We do not weep." He uttered.

silence son of man QUADRUPLE SERPENTINE ATTACK

its quite annoying to have to drag an ordained herald with free slots into the room when I want to have a new herald in the group

what did lotsofmuffins do

A figment of energy that has travelled impossible distances enters my computer so that it can be formed into the discord logs of my necromancer having electronic s*x in the petra/honkmat bath-house necros as they go from tier to tier begin to fall apart, with their lips turning black, eyes aging, and nails fall off. I will let you imagine what that means for the reproductive abilities of a person when a physical body ages well beyond a hundred years of age, not to mention the effects of sickness, or the deprivation of life-force. [Edited] I think the fair thing to do would be to have one's ability to love (purely emotionally) shrink as one progresses through the tiers, and instead be replaced by some other form of more cynical, psychotic form. If you want to play a necro, you might as well go the full implications that go hand in hand with learning a forbidden science stolen from a god.

"Men are evermore serpents than we are, when it means that meaning itself must change, warp and dance to their ever changing tunes. In this way, they are all liars." Mused the Azdrazi from between his books.

- Shio youwei geou ethim; Shio youwei geou qe harkt - So was the first battle of Redmont, where we Children were tested. Father, Azdromoth, King of Kings, Titan, o' Mountain-that-Flies, we give you this victory. War; a word screamed from a thousand lips, Burning swords thrust to the sky, The Children of Unending Life, cast upon the shrine of the Hating, Azdrazi; Children of the Titan, with fire and sword; Pious Ahnakriel on furious mount and with great spears of fire, Unbreakable, Ut'torvioth with Titan's Oriflamme blazing bright, Holy with violence, Elathion with axe crimson weeping, Enlightened, An-Gho, with throat a kiln of fire, Indomitable, Renzaar, with burning sword a-felling Bright banner raised, terror struck our foes, Arrows flying, red rain, singing swords, A sound like thunder, cascading flames, The bravery of uruk and elf is raised as a hammer, It is shouted, it willed by priest and shaman alike; Great deluge; sorcerous voices climbing heaven to make it weep. Silenced. You came with words, Atemu, We came with swords. Your mouth opened, and we heard voices, We opened ours and we heard the sounds of men burning alive, You parted your lips and spoke threats, We parted ours and we spoke fire. A flattering depiction of the An-Gho finding new knowledge from the bloodshed and victory

I'd love to be apart of a nomad group community!

Itdontmatta, I wish to confess. I wish to confess. I saved you. I saved this server. All your worthless Mojang Safety Requirements. I should have let KP groom you all. Yes, Itdontmatta, I’m guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear? I didn’t say those things about Ichordruid. Of that I’m innocent. I’m guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I’m guilty of being based. I’ve been on a ban report for that my entire life. I did not do it. I did not say I wanted Joan of Arc to p*g me in the azdrazi discord but I wish that I had. Watching the siliti CA get shelved gave me more relief than a thousand lying egirls. I wish I was the bigoted monster [redacted for the forums] thinks I am! I wish I had enough incriminating screenshots for the whole pack of you. I would gladly get a hundred warning points to watch you all get TOS'd. I will not give up my forum account for the crimes of my internet-induced schizophrenia, and I know I’ll get no justice here, so I will let Joel decide my fate. I demand a report by forum shitpost.

I fw this <3

"Shar-Azar'dul." so the mantra went, spoken softly from within a hanging cage in the dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the Third-Eye.

fav RP interaction fav map (I already know this one) fav character (not yours)

A green monk rose a brow, he found himself both fascinated and intrigued. Perhaps some further study into these people would be needed.

Coughs collapses and vomits on the carpet “1948” Dies

"Nerd." answered the An-Gho to Mika before the latter began speaking in Metamorphosis (Sped Up) by INTERWORLD

"Your'e*." the An-Gho corrected through sheer mental will

I know you are not afraid of death, pharaoh of the Ka'tau. I know that in all your valour you know not fear at all. But do your children? And your wives? They will. We will outlive you and your name. Just as we predate the very tongue which will shriek every cry, every curse, and every plea that it can muster. And then we, children of my father, will stand in your city and hear it. Holy and blessed. Silence.