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Username: Brazilianski Discord: Brazilianski#9205 RP Name: Albert Brussels Age: 25 Race: Human Place of Residence: Belvitz Department: Emissaries of Omnis Other Guilds: Part of the Belvitz Watch

I don’t hate Brazil ? Pretty friggin’ true.

Self explanatory. Literally anything. I don’t really care.

Good enough. Sometimes people (Like the ET) type in symbols so people need to decrypt/find out something that leads to an event. This rule greatly discourages it. The second wave is always the strongest, and this action will in no way stop people for doing it, because it’s a – i’m sorry for this – plainly dumb rule. Memes are memes. We’re not the UK to disallow targetting memes. We’re not SpaceOfAids to call people ‘sex predators’ if they offend us with a meme. The community’s very well able to report a meme that they find overly offensive, or plainly not a joke at all. On the new player thing, I’ve constantly said to new players they did something wrong, never has one felt uncomfortable, matter of fact, they asked for help to fix it. As for the report function, this goes back to the ‘can we have actual moderators please’ and the ‘why don’t you apply’ argument is as shallow and baseless as Brazil’s politics. If a player feels like the team isn’t doing enough for the server, YOU, a MEMBER OF THE STAFF, is not in the place to imply ‘why don’t you come do better’. That shows a level of lack of maturity that scares me and makes me wonder what kind of people are in the present staff. Aside from saying ‘hur dur apply’, maybe ask for suggestions on how to improve? Just my humble opinion. Ps.: Sorry for bad grammar, phone + non native speaker.

Albert Brussels, a member of the Priorist Party himself or, atleast, a supporter, shakes his head upon reading this. ”I cannot believe the city in which myself and my family lives has such degeneracy. Heed the voice of reason, good sir. T’is the Empire of Man. T’is not the Empire of Dagger-ears, the Empire of Orkin, neither is the Empire of Half-breeds. T’is in the canonists scrolls, that they are creatures of GOD’s utmost hatred and fiends plagued with ill-intention.” he sighed, standing up and writing down on a paper. ”Belvitz will need a better mayor. One that endorses his people’s complaints. We have elves loyal to the Empire. They bent the knee. So shall you. Defiance to the Empire is defiance to God himself.”

“They lie so beautifully....” Albert Brussels mumbles, shaking his head.

Full Name: Albert Brussels Year of Birth: 1669 City of Primary Residency: Carolustadt, Leeuwenhof ((MC Name: Brazilianski

“Agreed... T’is t’Empire o’MAN or t’Empire of ELVEN SHI’STAINS?!” an angry, young smith by the name of Godemir yelles, bowing to pray for salvation right after.

Brazilian post.

Its about time this was done. This is a quick thing and I’d rather not explain it over a mobile forum post Im leaving LotC for an indefinite amount of time. A break. For more info (dont guarantee ill tell u), hit me a pm in Discord (Braz_#9205)

“Why though” another dark skinned elf asks this dark skinned elf

"When a Nation harbors killers, also known as Ascended, they arent worth much, to be honest" Nei grumbles.

''weren't they gone'' asks hobbles, a peculiar halfling

Application: IGN: Braz_ Discord: Braz_#9205

If this is accepted and guns aren't, I'll actually cry

"Oh ****, weren't they dead?!" questions Hyrdwulf, a depressed Graven Knight.

“Why?” “You need to go back.” He knew that too. How? They had buried him. He knew that. His heart. It beated, ever so softly. Under the dirt, it beated. They didn’t know. They assumed him dead. In a way, he was… He was strong. Not as strong. It was. The hole in his lung, clotted by stone-hard blood. Unhealthily so, but it was keeping him alive. His heart, though having a scratch at it’s base, kept beating for him. To keep him alive. He knew what he had to do… RUMBLE The earth shook lightly as he tried to pummel through. The anger, combined of his stupidity and the reactions of those around. RUMBLE A hole. His arm passed through and back inside. The air flowed inside the tight chamber he was buried into. RUMBLE And finally, he started to pummel through, combined forces of anger, sorrow and sadness. He came out, covered in dirt.. He met no one. Deep in the night. He didn’t expect anyone to see him… Pain… but he had caused pain aswell Pain… but he was going to heal that pain.

“You’ve finally arrived.” The voice struck him. Where did he arrive? Memories faltered him. But the person’s figure didn’t. An old love. An old known. Unlike many, all he wanted was peace. To his soul, to his mind, to his body. Peace, he strived to achieve. Inside that small, flora-filled room. It wall went past in a glimpse. A spear, a staff right through him. “By myself?” he thought, but he knew the answer. Unlike many, all he wanted to see was his loved ones. His old, lost husband. His children. It was all he wished for. It tortured him. It gnawed on his very being. Unlike many, all the ‘ker wanted was friends. Was love. Was joy. It filled him in the same way a child was when receiving a parent’s love. “I missed you, Nei…” The figure mumbled, its shadowed form cast with brightly glowing white eyes, staring right back at the ‘ker’s pinkish eyes “Is… this it? Is.. this where you have been waiting?” he asked, starting to pace outwards to the figure. He wasn’t lost. He wasn’t cast away. He felt home. He felt appealed by those he had around. The figure of his maln, his haelun, his husband, lost to the downfall of Axios… It all struck back to him, though. His return to the lair of the mali, the Dominion. Joining the Virarim, conquering new relationships. But, there isn’t a single man who comes out of it all pure. Untouched. Like many, he succumbed to the temptations of desire. Of greed. Of lust. Like many, he succumbed to trustfulness and turned a blind eye to what people seeked ill to him. He turned a blind eye to the problems that surrounded him. He was fine, in his own bubble, in his own personal life. He hid it. He was broken. He felt as if nothing could fix him. His bubble popped. His problems came to reality, flaring him and searing onto his being. A greed, a crave for something he could not even think of. Though, he knew, it is all coming to an end. At some point. We all die, let it be of age, of disaster, of love. “Stay with me, Nei…” “I never leaved you..” Pain… but no more.

woah format it better, please, hurts my eyes

"We could treat these issues together if you didn't hide on anonimity, you twats" remarks Nei, a dedicant.

"Hurts to read" mumbles a curonian peasant by the name of Ulfried

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Gu8XW_4tQ5ZzjcC_J0gieuJ2Lzih6KT27ai-w7PW2bM/edit Brazilian post AFTER ELECTIONS For the good font.

"What is dead may never die... He's in our hearts..." mumbles Nei to no one in particular but himself.

"W. . . What?" It was all the dark elf could manage to speak out. Broken. First, losing a husband, two children to the downfall of Axios. . . Seeing his loved one go crazed with the Far Glade, yet retrieving him. . . It took it's toll. He sat there, static. He couldn't think. He couldn't believe what his ears had listened. But he knew the facts. He knew who did it. He knew who had the audacity to do it. "They'll perish, llir'ii. I won't allow, and I am sure el'Naelurir will aswell not allow this to go by. . . Their blood will flow and fill the gap in Balance, in Nature that they've created..." Nei sharpens his sickle But inside He weeps.