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"Man this progressed quickly" -Dramyr

"Call it again shithead!" Dramyr called from nearby with much agitation in his voice. "Oh wait you cant!"

Dramyr goes back to bed and tries to sleep. It wouldnt work. He was too restless and convinced he had woken back up into some sort of nightmare.

"I ******* wake up and this is whats going on!?" says Dramyr Edvardsson Ruric, who is known to some as having been in a coma for the last four or five years. It was a wonderfully long dream. "Dont mess with my good cousin Halvar. His reign has been long and arduous and he just wishes to keep the peace as best he can. I was right from the start, Allies are a hassle."

"What can we say? The Master of Coin likes his coin. Ka-ching. There was a more grand insult than just a bar brawl anyhow." Dramyr shrugged with outward splayed hands.

Keeper Dramyr's smile widens quite radiantly from within his comatose slumber. He felt the bright light of the Allfather grow within the realm of Norland and it's subsidiaries. "A dream realized." uttered his lips in quiet whisper, heard only by one of the palace servants who was tending to him at the time.

"Oh ****" said Dramyr on being handed an invitation. "I didnt even know he died! Didnt even hear. Guess i'll have to try and attend to honor him. If not, why, there's always the afterparty!" he remarked in his head

"Sweet! A birthday bash! I wonder who or what we are bashing at the party!" Dramyr exclaimed, excited at the prospect of another party in Norland. Yes, you should get a pinata.

Dramyr cant help but laughing when he heard the news, and oh boy, did he laugh hard. By the end of it he thanked the man he'd heard it from and said "Thats a funny joke youve got." before he went away for his afternoon nap.

Dramyr muses to himself. The news of the coronation had no bearing to him. He was just happy with the new tax documents Norland came up with that allowed Priests, who had no invitation mind you, to no longer get an immediate boot, but a choice to get documentation to stay. Should they wish it. Anyways, he took a nap after this musing.

A travelling elf by the name of Kalev had somehow managed to cross paths with this writ on his passing through the Haenseti city. For he had overheard discontent regarding the Red Faith and was curious as to its source. So he got his hands on a copy of the newest drama. "Ah, I remember this. Good times that, when the Red Faith and the Renatia united in arms to take down the Norland crown. Really shouldnt have thought that just any fire would do for worshipping the father. Arthas' firestaff did remind them well that it wasnt the case." he thought, the elf's eyes continued to cast down the page with a long chuckle to the air. Then a purse of the lips "Oh huh, but too bad. Times change and theyre back at each others throats. Unfortunate that anyone interested in history pulls a spinster and leaves out the important facts." he reflected on this for quite a few moments. He crumped up the paper and tossed it behind some bush, and left to go find something to drink, knowing well that he might the only one living enough to remember what was closest to the truth: The fact that at one time the Red Faith and Canonism had worked together towards the same goal. To take down a false belief and overly violent rule.

Dramyr continues to write the newest edition of Red Faith based literature: "Allfather for Dummies"

"Oho the canonists who dont even care for their dead have spoken for violence. ******* idiots let a body rot in their grandest church for four days and four nights and they want to take up weapons. Cant even hold up brooms so much a sword. The empty threat of a withered quill." Dramyr had continued to rant and rave about the foul words that had been written, only to those fellow Norlanders around him who had been sharing the parcel of news that had made its way into the north. He really was angry over the disrespect towards the dead he had seen within imperial land.

"Welcome to the lit path, youre no longer blind in the dark, friend. Keep your chin up and follow the tenets!" said Dramyr on being handed one of the prestigious letters. He'd later frame it on his bedroom wall. "Neat."

b-but my resource pits

Dramyr wakes up from his daily nap "Hey guys!" he called out to the Norlandic square from his perch. "Did you know High Keeper Arthas used to practice some wild **** on orcs cause he considered them subhuman? Nor did I! That old man was ******* insane!" he said, before being informed of the war "OH!.. Maybe I'll get to practice old techniques!" he leaves with a skip to his step in search of the current High Keeper Alisa for permission in use of less than moral practices.

Dramyr frowns beneath his mask when he got a letter. One of the only few interactions within that two day window was him throwing a snowball at the man. "aw man, this sucks. He had such a great Krugsmas story too." And all he could do the rest of that day was sit and think, and daydream of the times that could have been or had been before. Chadmyr looks to Jager on the mans entrance into the Allfather's hall way up there where the Fathers faithful end up after death. "Welcome Brother!" he said with a happy grin, but it was a grin that had faded quite quickly on being informed of the bet. "****!"

golf clap

Ah, the dreamer, He is this handsome lads potential grandson: Features: -Make the art centered around 16yrold or 24 yr old. -Black hair, Styled pompadour -Fair skin -Blue gray eyes -Decent jawline -Light muscles -Skinny Outfit: -Sunglasses and a hawaiin shirt, add a bowler hat if youre feeling lucky -pants that aint shorts The sunglasses pose lookin at some fine ladies: -If hes holding anything in his offhand itd either be booze, hard candy, or a coconut drink

"The Allfathers light smiles on us all. For by his will we have been safely guided to this new land of Nyrheim! and this new tobacco!" said Chadmyr as he enjoyed the process of drying the tobacco for future offerings and for others to enjoy the cigars dubbed Chadgars and the smaller variants named Chadrolls

melon man comin atcha with the metal disease

Chadmyr had to raise a brow at being handed the registrar. Registry Form Name: Chadmyr Ruric Year of Birth: Whenever Dunharrow was. Clan: Edvardsson Line of Descent: Son of Aeyn Ruric, Grandson of Exander Ruric, Great Grandson of Arthas Ruric and so on.

So I pulled out my gat and went yat yat yat.