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((Oh ****, thats really nice.))

The Vanguard claps. "Nice!"

The Loreholder patiently awaits for whoever that is, wherever its going.. "Maybe he wants to hear some tales..."

Murgosh'Raguk screams out some chants! "YEEHAW! LONG LIVE KLAN RAGUK!!!"

The Gatekeeper, even after being purged by the Paladin Aodhan, keeps his ethereal gaze of Haelun'or, hearing the cheers even from far away. "I wish I was back like that..."

Most likely. Who kills it, gets it.

Another certain Ape-kha high fives the other ghost "Stupid moon puppets"

The Gatekeeper just scanned his ethereal gaze over the city, looking for any trouble. "This is going to be interesting." The graven grumbled, rising his longsword and hseating it at his back, off to patrol the city again.

I don't hate haense nor its people. As you say: 'wtf are you on, lol'

Fixed colouring.

Chase Kells marks his vote for James Montoya

Event Planners, MC Names: SaltySoviet Event Type: (Dunno what to write here, will just explain the event) I was thinking on a (kinda) cliché event, featuring the infamous 'Headless Horseman'. He would be a kind of antagonist, though he will be stopped by the players that will participate in the event. The Headless Horseman's abbilities include: An Axe that produces fire out of the top. Your Timezone: UCT:+o3:00 (I'm on Everyday but on tuesdays and thursdays.) Affected Groups: Humans of Saint Karlsburg. Event Location: Saint Karlsburg. Summarization: The Headless Horseman, a myth, a legend, finally comes out of the shadows. His first move would be riding into the city of Saint Karlsburg, causing havoc to anythin he could touch. The participants of the event are tasked with stopping the Headless Horseman with any means necessary (sorry if that was wrong) before he wreaks more havoc! Concept Images/Screenshots Since my laptop can't handle uploading things, I'll put the gyazo links: https://gyazo.com/c6cd33f5c844b90cfa1bc1615a0f9b4a https://gyazo.com/086bf0d0e54181cf9d59f17b52aa8bfc https://gyazo.com/c5b9be3e7c8ea435f4d84390d9201ea7 What help do you require from the ET Actors or Builders? Well, I'll get the skin myself. Anything the ET thinks they can help, feel free to PM me. I don't think I'll be needing any help.

Gaazhnak steps out of his cave..... "An empty city, hm? Well ain't this sad..." he grabs a war spear and heads out.

10/10 would buy. If I had any money.

Ser Hayreddin the Sandy claps "Good job, sirrah!"

Perhaps Laobai-Zhu may be coming. Who knows.

Ser Hayreddin the Sandy remembers seeing these gents in Sutica. "Wait... These are other crimson ****? Those damn Zhaniists!" Ser Hayreddin grumbles, running out of his Abdulzhnakajnaraek and running off to hunt 'em down!

((Yes, the guard.))

Half-elf @Demotheus

End of a Story. Klementim sat upon the table of his humble hut near the Johannesburgian Wasteland. He gazed upon the book atop of it. A book of tales his father used to read to him when he was young. The old man then gazed afront his window out the strangely snowy grass covering the ground around the hut. He smiled, remembering of his good and bad decisions in life, and also events, encounters.. Generaly everything in his life. Klementim had no regrets. Except for that time he threw alchemist's fire at Jack Bancroft, one of his close friends. Klementim then took the book and sat on his bed, letting out a rough and old sigh, settling down the book and laying on his back, his head resting on the pillow as he looked to the roof he luckily kept. The harsh winter around him from the Wasteland causing shivers to his person, the old half-elf remembering the Legion times. Remembering Ser Sylvestre. Ser Walter. Ser that, Ser the other. And him continuing on his proud and loyal service to his closest friends. He remembers the tension of his friend going through a trial, for something he didn't even know was happening. He was a revolution rise and take over an Empire he learned to hate. He saw new kingdoms emerge, and old ones fall. He saw the birth of his son... and the death of the mother. But so will live on the tale of Klementim. He remembered back the times when he was a legionnaire.. Jolly times, where peace reigned upon Oren and he had such.. False visions upon the Empire he so whole-heartedly defended. But that was not the main thing in Klementim's mind. His friends... Zaor Ianric, Sylvestre Halcourt, Jack Bancroft, James Hanson... All of those who helped him in dire times. And not even dire, but good times, fun times... sad times. He saw what the eyes that sat on Johannesburg could not see when the city when to the air. The place of his best stories just flying miles and miles away. But there was nothing he could do. Klementim finally started reading again the book given by his father. Oh so creative tales written. Oh so ficticious, well written characters that resided in a child's dream. And so he read through the entire book in what looked like a glimpse back at his life. He settled the book down, looked up at his poor roof, and slept. Slept peacefully, careless about what resided outside. He just slept. Slept for the rest of his days. Покойся с миром. (Rest in Peace)

A small goblin puffs out some Fumemix, giggling slightly and falling to the ground sleeping. +1

Murgosh'Raguk eyes Bulsh with a slight of disgust.

Murgosh'Raguk settles down his mask on a table, the Ashen Uruk scratching the base of his rather big tusks, eyeing the paper atop his desk, a quill in his hand as he begins to write down, and after finished, copied by a goblin and sent to all uruks. The letter, to those whom wished to read, said: "Brothers and Sisters who now read this letter. It is with great sadness and anger that I see smal clans, able to take upon places, get crushed by bigger, surprisingly increased in number clans. That is not what we aim for. The unity of clans is a thing, the complete opposite is to give a cactus week for a clan to become active within the Krughai/Krugmar. One would think that, Clan Azog, by writing this letter, is trying to propose war against Clan Gorkil with such demands of activity and other things in the letter. Think about this. Let the clans who have history live on, active or not. Signed Keshig Murgosh of Clan Raguk."

Hayreddin makes sure to note he didn't bid on ANY of the man's auctions.