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SoulReapingWolf started following 7 years of dw*rf brain , ✨Woe be the Voidless✨ , An Open Dialogue on One Specific Slur and 2 others
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Ordar packs his bags as he follows his mentor on his path of ascension. Looking forward to the insane discoveries they are about to make in their coming adventure.
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You expect too much.
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The Seed From Norland’s Ash
SoulReapingWolf replied to _RoyalCrafter_'s topic in Dwarven Realms & Culture
((OOC note: just wanted to point out something. Don't know if you've taken the time to read ashwood tree lore but it only gives a singular seed once every irl month. So you stating that you took several seeds from an ashwood tree is not possible.)) -
[✓] [Magic Lore] Malchediael's Radiant Templars
SoulReapingWolf replied to Islamadon's topic in Deity
From what I remember of the Loregames and the [Redacted] era 1 slot was roughly 10 spells or something like that, but I don't know if that is just an outdated thing. -
Who is your best friend and give me 3 reasons to why it's me? When did you realize you had to take a step back from dwarves for real? After your time on ST what are your thoughts on the server's direction ST wise? Do you want to marry me?
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Magni waddles by his cousin's side as they walk through the northern roads on their journey back from the Kingdom of Norland. "Ye do know t'ey be roig't, roig't? Ef et weren't fer Bakir's hissyfit ye'd be back home workin on important s'oite, but 'ere ye are fixing t'eir mess. AGAIN. Honestleh, surproised t'e Ire'earts didn't punis' Bakir fer nae bein able to punch an elf..." He'd say as he ate some of his free norlandic soup.
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A Gladeguard would start sending scouts across the realm. Cartloads of elven minerals being taken to the Wyldflame Forge as Nevaehlen's Forgemaster worked on his best b*tch slapping gloves to date.
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Not a thing on 1.19.2 sadly.
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what do you think of the current Cloud Temple soulstone system?
SoulReapingWolf replied to frankdh's topic in Debate
You can get 1 more from voting -
what do you think of the current Cloud Temple soulstone system?
SoulReapingWolf replied to frankdh's topic in Debate
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The hand of an old friend would rest in Odin's shoulder as he departed the castle. A faint whisper in his ear saying. "I've watched over you since you first became King... you've helped your Kingdom grow, you've spent sleepless nights worrying about it's fate, you've shed blood, tears and sweat. You deserve your rest, I'm proud of what you accomplished here." Much like the figure had come from nothing it vanished into the wind. OOC:
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what do you think of the current Cloud Temple soulstone system?
SoulReapingWolf replied to frankdh's topic in Debate
it's better. No CT on the map too is a big +1 from me. -
quartz crystals
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In the ancient and paradisiacal continent of Khalenwyr, nestled amidst sprawling deserts and lush jungles, there stood a small village inhabited by the proud and noble Kharajyr. Among them was Syn, a young Kha'Tigrasi. Syn and his family lived happily, his father taught him how to fish while his mother tried to educate him on the basic chores he'd have to master in order to become a productive member of the village. However none of that would ever come to pass, Syn's village was raided by a ruthless band of slavers the year he had turned 7 years old. Poachers and pirates looking to make a quick profit by capturing young kha, turning them into slaves, and skinning any adults found in the village. Chaos erupted as the slavers descended upon the peaceful settlement, their malicious intent palpable in the air. Syn, only a child at the time, watched in horror as his father was skinned alive and later killed for trying to protect his family and people. With tears streaming down his face, Syn's world shattered as his father's life was mercilessly snuffed out before his eyes. Their rampage continued showing no mercy, spreading destruction and despair. Syn's heart pounded in his chest as he saw his mother, the only thing he had left, fall victim to the slavers' brutality. In an act of sadistic cruelty, the slavers blinded Syn, forever robbing him of his sight. With his world plunged into darkness, the images of his parent’s deaths and the raid on his village burnt into his mind. For years the young Kha'Tigrasi was bound in chains and forced into a life of slavery. Transported across treacherous seas, Syn eventually found himself in the distant lands of Almaris, far from the lush homeland he once knew. Bound by his shackles and haunted by the memories of his village's destruction, he lost any hope of ever being something other than a damned slave. With each passing day, his despair, his hopelessness, his sadness, grew. Nourished by the bad treatment from his captors amidst the darkness that enveloped his existence. But fate had other plans for the young Kharajyr, for the poaching of his captors had managed to capture someone’s attention. One fateful night, as the slavers reveled in their debauchery, their celebration was cut short by a party of warrior druids from the Vale of Nevaehlen. With sheer determination and an unwavering spirit, they fought until no poacher was left standing, freeing all the animals they had captured, as well as Syn. Though weakened and starving, he managed to find refuge in the shadows of the foreign land. Blind and disoriented, Syn ventured through unknown territories, his senses heightened as he relied on his other faculties to navigate the harsh world. Each step he took was accompanied by uncertainty and the constant threat of danger, his will to survive diminishing with every passing day. As Syn searched for a new home, he came to realize that kind souls were nothing more than a legend, a fairy tale, no one would offer him shelter or sustenance no matter how much he begged. His nightmares, the hatred and darkness of the world around him fueling his desire led a young kha’tigrasi to become desperate to forge a new path. Lost and forgotten, Syn begged for the favor of the Aengudaemons, wishing for their mercy, for them to grant him the tools to seek retribution against those who had wrought devastation upon his people. And then in his darkest moment the flames that had haunted his dreams took another shape, his long gone sight would never come back, but something else had manifested itself in his desperation…
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Acaele'thil | The Heralds of Wisdom
SoulReapingWolf replied to Your Favorite Impure's topic in The Seeds of Nevaehlen
So knowledgeable, so guiding, so cunning, so loyal, so wise.