Wulfric

Letters began piling up in a mailbox that no longer had a owner, stories and adventures that would never be looked at as dust and age claimed the paper.

Obok Metaldrinks got busy searching for evidence of co conspirators and to comply with the order to seize the relic and crystal key in the Irongut clan hall as well as Lurdoics home, leaving no pebble unturned. Blasted 'ells Lurdoic, yer demise only complicate t'ings...

Obok Metaldrinks couldn't help but smile a bit as he saw his personal commendation.

Obok Metaldrinks watched the smiths repair his tattered and dented armour from the siege, still pondering about the lesser presences he had felt within the pillars of the fort and how they were connected to the Harrower.

how do you feel about adding cold and fire into the amendment too? could be something along the lines of the lifeblood freezing or that it boils.

i do believe this will help clean up some weird situations where if you don't have a bludgeoning weapon you just have to sit and wait for the darn thing to bleed out, it gets awkward.

Grelu? thats a weird way to spell Alaric!

((MC NAME: Wulfric_borr)) Name: Obok Metaldrinks Vote 1: Obok Metaldrinks Vote 2: Obok Metaldrinks 3rd mandatory vote for being the best citizen in hnor under 5ft: Obok Metaldrinks

Obok Metaldrinks read the morning newspaper over a cup of coffee (its beer) and frowned before saying "i cannae believe i made t'at sour bean my letter buddy..."

Obok Metaldrinks sat in his living room, still processing the death of his teacher as he stared into the flames of his fireplace. A heavy silence hung in the air, only broken by the crackling of burning logs and a slight rumbling from the earth, the silhouettes within cast shadows into the dimly lit room.

A golden opportunity Unnek The sand dunes take and the sand dunes gives Otharem Stone and rock hides many mysteries to be unravelled from the highest peak to the lowest depths Nolvar The earth is the foundation ᚨᚱᛗᚨᚴᚨᚴ Armakak i heed thee A pact for me My worship you shall receive The riches you promise i will believe The bounty of the earth unravelled On the road we all travel

Obok Metaldrinks read over a specific part of the writ over and over again and then asked himself in a hushed voice W'at t'e 'ell is Lunarite?

Grumbles intensively at the prospect of having to reskin for this MA

Obok Metaldrinks read through the missive but gripped it in both hands and looked closer with furrowed brows as he read the titles :'oly crap! just 'ow many parents do yer 'ave?!: he exclaimed in shock