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Allah bless you almond tree! May Allah bless you this Ramadan as he bless us for getting the chance to know and to with you while you were on before the covid! Gl on your jihad ;3

“ALLAHU AKBAR!!! ALLAH, KORVASSA, SULTAN OU BAS!!!!!!” Antar would chant along side his comrades holding the banner waving it high

@everyone_ LOVE YOU ALL! you gave me a wonderful community that i can always relieing on! i hope you all have a wonderful Ramadan https://imgur.com/M7SwT77 On behalf of me and ibraheem! thanks!

Ramadan! YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MC Name:adamc2000 RP Name: Antar Ibn Karim Al-Sham Market Stand: Yes Fish Slapper?: Yes Master of the Catch?: Yes meh will try meh best to be there akhi’s

“Peace and love man! Why you guys always ruin the viiiiibe.” A hippy qali man says obviously hanging out in al-faiz hookah lounge upset about chaos the two side brought to lovely korvassa

“Alhumdillah! May Allah bless this Ummah and give us all the strength to spread the word of Allah Almighty and bestow his Justice upon this road!” Antar Ibn Karim Al-Shams would say smiling as he celebrate with his akhi’s in the streets of Al-Faiz CAPITAL OF KORVASSA!!!!!!!!!

“The mujahideen are comming for you ya kaffir....” Antar would say growling as he sharpened his shamshir

The Last Of Al-Faiz Privateers! Antar and his friends would arrive in talons grotto, a tear would form in Antar eyes, today would be his second year to date from being rescued off an island he endured for three years after being stuck at sea for 16 years. “Right let's get this over with boys…. Time I put the past behind me….” Antar says quietly with Saeed and his fellow bards they sat down in talons grotto pier. “Are you ready Antar?” Saeed would ask, as Bernhardt would help mavin setting up barrels for them to sit on at the pier Antar would faintly smile; “Give me one moment..” he replied. Damon August would help with saeed and some old sea salts of talons grotto who came to join in a good ole shantie with telling them how the song will go. Antar would stare into the sea at the horizon, he was glad to finally be back at land though despite his heavy loss at sea he could not help but feel yearning to sail the sea once more… he spent most of his life at sea whaling before the cruel war arose where they then became privateers for their countreh. Before they started they all stood once more for his fallen comrades that fell at sea in silence, Saeed, Damon, Antar, Mavin, Hamzah, and Bernhardt would all nod before nodding to antar “We’ll dedicate this song to my comrade’s and my fallen brother Hameed. LET'S START BOYS!” Oh, the year was 1756, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! A letter of marque came from the Sheikh, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. Oh, Erid Khabeer cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! For twenty brave men all fishermen who would make for him the Ansar's crew God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. The Ansar’s sloop was a sickening sight, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. On the Sheikh's birthday we put to sea, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! We were 91 days to Al-Hayba Bay Pumping like madmen all the way God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. On the 96th day we sailed again, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! When a bloody great Oren hove in sight With our cracked four crossbows we made to fight God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. The Oren lay low down with gold, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! She was broad and fat and loose in the stays But to catch her took the Ansar’s two whole days God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. Then at length we stood two cables away, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! Our cracked four Crossbows made an awful din But with one fat stone the orens stove us in God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. The Ansar’s shook and pitched on her side, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! Khabeer was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the Maintruck carried off both me pinky toe’s God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers. So here I lay in my 32rd year, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SUFFONIA NOW! It's been 16 years since we sailed away And I just made Talons grotto yesterday God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for Imperial gold! We'd fire no bolts-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a talons grotto pier The last of Al-Faiz Privateers.

Amazing work! We are all very proud of you!

Behalf of a friend mcname: TheRealTrashMan rpname: Farmer Fred Hailfrom: Nomad

(( do u bring ur own horse? what do i need to do to attend the joust?

“Am I invited?” Antar ask himself not sure if he should show up

TOURNAMENT:Pvp NAME:Antar Ibn Karim Al-Sham IGN:Adamc2000 WHERE YOU HAIL FROM: Al-Faiz of korvassa depends if I can make it in time

Mcname: Adamc2000 rp name: Antar Ibn Karin Al Sham hailfrom: Al-Faiz

“I thought we used up all the spices years ago in that stupid experiment to make a sneezing weapon?” Antar Al-Shams ask his akhi Amin “We did...... I still remember the scolding we gotten......” Amin replies “Huh...... strange wordplay indeed....... OOH you know what it was probably that one green lookin orc that brought a couple crates of them!” Antar exclaims with Amin clapping his hand pointing at him with glee “You fuckin mad man that what! So pillage is trading in their language... WHO KNEW!?!” Amin joked as they both collapse laughing their arses off before continue eating their beloved kefta and hummus.

[what is PED???]

“What did those two do to get a bounty on their heads?” Antar wonders to himself

Forum role play. most of it is when you play as a nation and make decision etc with a lore etc just on forums

Hi I’m just wondering if there’s an frp I can join for some fun, if you are in a middle of one I would not mind jumping in late if it’s fine with the players and mod. Please let me know if there an frp ❤️ my discord is Adamc2kbro#8222

Al-Mahdi welcomes khalid giving him a jihadi club 101 card and a wink before giving him a quick warning not to eat ALL of the cookies in the club... and invites him in to see his great great grandfather in the jihadi club along with all the other epic jihadi [Imma miss Khalid dude ;_; ] ————— Hamzah would stand by the in silence before breaking down from the loss of his friend he will always remember khalid and his short miniature tyrannical period where he gave everyone cookies but no milk but he will also remember a comrade, a battle harden friend he stood with thick and through, a brother, and now he must wait to join khalid but until then he mourns.....

Adam ibn bashar kharadeen would sup his head in respect to osman but could not stand as his makeshift peg legs package have not yet arrive to his address

Adam Ibn Bashar Kharadeen lies in bed wounded from an explosive experim- accident.... reading the paper “Ya Allah, inshallah this anti segregation movement succeed. I sincerely hope that the Rutledge will stand fast and hold their stance and defend the oppressed.” He winces in pain “Saeed....... any more Catus green or did we Smoke it all up.....” holding unto his severely damaged leg

“Amazing, they want ransom...... and gives us all kinds of threats they are going to do to her.... but the morons forgot to add where to go and how they want the ransom paid.....” he look to his comrade “I am assuming they are new to this?”

Songs of the AIS Brigades [Depiction of AIS army camp] Hamzah and his fellow comrades smile cheering to the news of their comrades victory at the Battle of Krasna, “True men! To victory meh boys!” Hamzah says raising a cup of tea while others raise a jug of ale or wine “Akhi! Time for another patriotic song now isn't it?!” Mustafa grins as the band begins pulling out instruments “Ah you're damn right Mustafa! Why done we start now yeah?!” Hamzah says he already took his Oud out and began strumming it while the band started getting hype with music beginning to be heard across the proud ole rebel camp! [pls excuse the gun and rpg closest pic i could get xP] Oh, not now for songs of a nation's wrongs, Not the groans of starving labor; Let the metal ring and the arrows sing To the clash of the flashing sabre! There are AIS ranks on the tented banks Of Suffonia's guarded ocean; And an iron clank from flank to flank Tell of armed men in motion! [Music] And frank souls there clear true and bare To all, as the steel beside them, Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate, Till the grave of the valiant hide them. Each seems to be mailed of Rights, Whose sword's avenging glory Must light the fight and smite for Right, Like Faiz in olden story! [Music] With pale affright and panic flight Shall dastard Orenian base and hollow, Hear a Norlandic race, from their battle place, Charge to the shout of "For tomorrow!" By the sould above, by the land we love Her tears bleeding patience The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught The brazen liar of nations. [Music] The Farfolk green shall again be seen As our farfolk fathers bore it, A burning wind from the South behind, And the Imperials rout before it! O' Doctor Daniels red hand shall purge the land- Rain a fire on men and cattle, Till the Imperial snakes in their own cold lakes Plunge from the blaze of battle. [Music] The knaves that rest on Suffonia's breast, And the voice of true men stifle; We'll exorcise from the rescued prize- Our talisman, the sabers; For a tyrant's life a bowie knife!- Of true knot dissolvers, The best we ken are stalwart men, Rubrianss and dem fighters! [Music] Whoe'er shall march by triumphal arch Whoe'er may swell the slaughter, Our drums shall roll from the Capitol O'er Reza's fateful water! Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts For judgement final and solemn; Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword Is doomed line, square, and column!