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Pav33

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  1. 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
  2. [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.
  3. Auban Lavoie laughs, feeling truly alive and at home on the field of death, this time vanquishing mortal foes as opposed to pestilence.
  4. “Trae chars fer me brutter!” says a member of the La’Vassieurs, raising his mug and feasting with his kin.
  5. It must be Halloween season, because Ive risen from the dead. 

  6. Out-Of-Character IGN: Pav33 In-Character RP Name: Peregrine Mulbridge Race: Halfling Age: 36 Job / Occupation: Woodsman + Jack-of-all-Trades
  7. 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
  8. I've been trying to log into my account for the last year... turns out my password was what I thought it was I just had caps lock XP KILL ME

  9. Is it just me or can we not join the server? ****.

  10. I might just take you up on that offer, I'll make a new one after the warclaim tonight.
  11. ((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))
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. Carl would projectile vomit all over his chair, feeling ill after seeing yet another brigand wannabee order sprout up.
  15. Ill+be+on+a+hiatus+for+the+next+2+days+since+Im+going+camping.+Love+y

  16. Can the Balto-Slavics join this party? :3
  17. Jin Bishou and a few other easterns clap sarcastically as the survivors claim they may be the last of the easterners.
  18. A man in a black robe would wander the far north, making his way to William's graveside. He sat next to it, the veteran wiping off the newly fallen snows from the engraving on the shrine. He takes out a bottle of vodka, unscrewing the cap. Oleksandr drinks for a moment, before pausing and pouring the rest on the stone. "One last drink, old friend". He sighs as he gets up, brushing off his worn garments. He looks at the stone one more time, both hatred of his killers and lament for the loss of an age-old friend. William was more of a father to him then his own after his untimely death, and he had time to grieve. He takes off his faded cossack uniform, throwing it to the ground in a fury. "I guess I've taken my time to do those errands... I think I shall give Lord Barbanov a visit and ask if hes looking for an old veteran...." he whispers before walking off.
  19. Mikhail rolls in his grave as Lorraine falls into a regency once again.
  20. ((Looks good, been waiting for a Chinese culture to finally manifest in Axios. May try playing one at some point.))
  21. I. Name: Oleksandr "Konrad" Zherdev II. Age: 21 IIa. Date of Birth [If Known]: 8th of Deep Cold, 1548 IIb. Location of Birth [If Known]: Franzenburg, Duchy of Lorraine, 5th Empire III. Race [Human/Elf]: Human IIIa. Culture [Heartlander, Highlander, Wood Elf, etc.]: Raevir/Highlander IV. Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Commoner but briefly served as squire to Petyr Barbanov V. Place of Residence: N/A VI. Martial Knowledge [Trained in Weaponry, Archer, etc.]: Returning soldier, used to be in Gold corps as a young teen. Good at archery and horseriding VII. Skilled Labor [Farmer, Lumberjack, etc.]: Miner & Blacksmith OOC MC Name: Mythical_Flipper Skype ID: You guys should have it.
  22. I, Mythical_Flipper, lord of the Walruses, sign.
  23. "Thanks a lot orkskies, now we're homeless!" Oleksander would shout in his small makeshift cabin aboard the wood elf ship
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