MangoArt

Truth, why is it that we can't design new tech with just knowledge but we can with magic? They want to keep us in one place with tech, yet if the tech is magic then it's A. OK!

[OOC] IGN: micbox2 DISCORD: Mic!#7664 TEAMSPEAK (Y/N)* Not yet, but I think I can find a way. May not be able to do it for every warclaim *TS is mandatory. Uncoordinated soldiers are as bad if not worse than lack of soldiers. [IC] NAME: Yuglix'Yar RACE: Uruk DESIRED FIELD (NAVY/INFANTRY/CAVALRY): Infantry

Oh also the elf reminds me of someone I know, idk why.

I love this, but there's one thing that bothers me about this- why is the dwarf taller than the elf?

This is truly a tragedy. I can't do anything, considering I'm not even old enough for a work license so I can't give money, and I'm far from New York. But, my thoughts and prayers are with you, Meanking. You can make it! (A light hearted GIF, to keep your spirits high. It's also motivational...kind of.)

Zongot carefully pens a letter from an undisclosed location, directly to San'Raakh. "Mi iz currentlie away un buzinezz, buhd write mi if lat needs mi to write."

I feel like a good portion of people would get letterbombs.

"Latz lack of education iz bafflin'. Da Rex agh Zhamans started out wanted tu zpread da plague, but den Orgon turned on uz agh wi dezperately tried to contain id agh kill Orgon. Da plague did nub deztroy da continent, id waz da zpired dat wi gave tuu much power." Said Yuglix, going to walk out of earshot of Felix. He silently wonders how Felix always finds him whenever he says something Anti-Oren.

"Lat akt az if wi did dat intentionallie. Wuhz lozin' owr original home agh owr greatezt leader nub punizhment enough fer owr miztakez? Doez uz doin' da zame ting tu lat, unintentionalleh agh dezperately tryin' tuh fix id, excuze lat fer tryin' to deztroy uz? Lat iz aktin' a like a child, arguin' wit zomeazh elze ovah 'HE STARTED ID!'" Spat Yuglix.

Yuglix begins to laugh uncontrollably as he reads the paper, crumpling it up and tossing it aside. "Dey blah dat WI flat innocent children, dat WE flat deir nobility... Dey deztroy owr nation, agh WI are da bad guyz?! Wi iz juzt gettin' revenge, wi iz juzt klompin' in da name of t'oze lat DIZHONORED agh FLATTED. Agh...wub da zkah iz lat talkin' aboud 'Azh antagonizt iz rizing'?"

What? I gave genuine feedback :O

Be a Halfling of the Applebrook family

Pendlemere's active compared to the other. You'll probably see 1 or 2 people around at most times, maybe 3 at a peak time, and 5-8 at festival or event times But the others... Well, I haven't seen ONE person in Reedsborough, Rivershire, or Mellsburry in a long time And I'm not so comfortable with Halflings living away from the main village (Veris, Druids) simply because it splits an already inactive playerbase TLDR; Come to Pendlemere. We have cookies.

Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes Goldielocks Sunshine Graham Corncob Thomps...

I'm not necessarily 'strong' like upperbody strength but if you give the the motivation to I'll run for a good half a mile without stopping to walk. That is, sprint. dammit...did not mean to post twice..

GODDAMMIT. My Halfling has been a musician/bard all his life, and just about he's about to get too old to fight/adventure (live?) you write lore for actual dnd bards. ;-; Great lore, though! +1

Merry reads the poster, before pinning something beneath it, with the words "Does the Eye Of Blood have an insignia? This might be it..." A banner hangs beneath his note... (Ignore the rest of it, I RPly grabbed this banner, so it's just the banner beneath his note)

This reminds me greatly of Toalaks, the toad-like mount of the Lak Clan...we already have giant toads.

"Gawddammit!" Shouts Merry as he reads the poster. "Me birthday party's t'at day! Now noone's gonnah come!"

What event?!))

An aged Halfling sat in his burrow, pondering his age. He was almost 111. That was a big number. Merry knew he only had a few years left in him, and he was growing old fast. His life had been a long string of parties, drinking, and adventure. It was time he had his last laugh- a great party, before he would be too old to have that sort of fun. So, he grabbed a quill and a stack of papers. Dust was scattered through his burrow as he did so- he had not written in a long time. He began producing posters, his hands working swiftly and his eyes alight with joy and ambition once again... Soon, the posters were all over. Merry's Eleventy-First Birthday This Grand Harvest is goin to be me 111th birthday! I'm inviting everybody to Pendlemere for a big party! There will be drinks, games, shoggin', fireworks, ALL over the big ol' Village! So come to me birthday bash this Grand Harvest! All are invited! -Merry Schedule: ((Begins: August 5th (this saturday) at 3:00 PM EST)) 3:00; Party begins, everyone get settled in! 3:30; Shogging Tourney! Sign up when you get there! 4:30; Socialising in the tavern! 5:15; Fireworks! 5:30; Festival ends! ((X:2569 Z:520))

Merry the 109 year old Halfling flexes, "PICK ME FOR STRONKEST HALFLING!" He then proceeds to throw his back out.

Why did Merridolph the Halfling nearly get murdered, then got the **** kicked out of him, then got himself thrown out of the welven city for shouting drunkenly during the coronation? Is it true you don't know who I am?