Pav33

Not going to lie, my experience with you is like many limited, and I even had some minor disputes with Norrland back in Vailor. However, when I came back to the server a month or so ago I found myself in Morsgrad, a beautiful city populated by beautiful people. And that was formed by your hand, so I guess your a beautiful person too. no homo

[Don’t know if this is still regularly checked, and if not if a kind fellow could redirect me It’d be much appreciated] Well, what’s your name? “Auban, mon seigneur” Aye. And from whence do you hail? “Auvergne” Alright, alright, that’s a fine place this time of season. How many years have you lived? “I’ve seen 19 winters, sir” Got it. Your ethnicity, good man? I can’t make it out. The man would look puzzled before answering “Auvergnais” Mmm. I never would have expected it. Are you literate? “Yessir” Good, that won’t hurt you. Do you have a wife at home, or children? “No, no” They call Sixtus the Third ‘the Lewd’ for having two bastards. Don’t be like him. Have you got anything against taking oaths? “I’ve no contempt for oaths, especially those made before and for the benefit of GOD” You’re all set. I’ll have this filed away to the Prelate at once. He’s up the mountain inside Varoche Palace. Short trip.

Auban Lavoie laughs, feeling truly alive and at home on the field of death, this time vanquishing mortal foes as opposed to pestilence.

“Trae chars fer me brutter!” says a member of the La’Vassieurs, raising his mug and feasting with his kin.

Out-Of-Character IGN: Pav33 In-Character RP Name: Peregrine Mulbridge Race: Halfling Age: 36 Job / Occupation: Woodsman + Jack-of-all-Trades

So IDK who is in charge of this but I've been a Gold Member for the past year or so and I just got back into LOTC. I can verify with my MC account (Pav33) that I purchased Gold Membership. Anyways I just need my forum name to be Gold. Thanks and have a moderately ok day! ~Pav33

I might just take you up on that offer, I'll make a new one after the warclaim tonight.

((I like it! Im only assuming this is based on the Sami people of Scandinavia (more specifically Norway, Northern Sweden, and Finland). I might just make one of this kind of characters))

Konrad and his son spontaneously barf after hearing that the Courlanders are rebelling yet again, remembering their father and grandfather's stories of the confusion and utter unprofessionalism of the Courlanders he fought decades before.

Carl would raise a glass of wine "And thus, another act of the Dreadlandic schwein has been defied.... by their own comrades!" He'd give a soft chuckle before chug-a-lugging his wunderbar glass of wine.