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What makes you the tough guy?

Where is Big Hat Society #4….

The frigid waters of the north provide no passage, for the land they tread does not belong to Virtue. The Okel’rron stirs.

Soxton is Mr. Game and Watch

Soxton Boomstitch, Big Hat Society #3, was mending his wounds caused by the terrifying and colossal OCEAN crabs (which to be fair, is just regular crabs) which attacked him earlier today on a scouting mission. The gnome sees this “cogitohazard” crumpled on the beaches, and despite his best interest, reads it anyway. He has dealt with such before, this is no different. ”This isn’t a cogitohazard.” he notes promptly after, becoming instantaneously bored and tossing the paper once again.

This is still better than Ember Law

Soxton Boomstitch reads the daily empire newspaper, sipping a can of LEY soda as he sits on the front in his war against the dastardly OCEAN. He scans this story in particular and sighs disappointingly. He lifts the hat off his head and reaches deep within, far deeper than it appears, and retrieves a large tome, almost as big as he is. He opens it and flips for minutes until he reaches one page and strikes out something. ”I guess I have to cancel THAT experiment.” he muses as he realized the consequences of doing such and getting caught.

Dwarves once again showing they are a primarily OOC ran nation… I have been in those VCs multiple times over and I can say this with certainly is that Urguan’s community has a tendency to be very rude and caustic to other players, usually behind their backs, especially those of other communities. I am guilty of this myself until recently where I have been trying to cut back on that. Some people genuinely don’t joke about this and will whine in VC for hours over an issue which could be solved irp but they decide to scheme OOC. I know this isn’t purely exclusive to the Dwarven community but it is one of the ones I was most privy of. Please don’t blatantly lie like that.

“The OCEAN will only do it again.” the Gnome continues to pout!

A THUNDEROUS RALLYING CALL TO A FIGHT MOST IMPORTANT AND NESSESARY TO THE GREATEST WARRIORS OF THE HIGH KINGDOM OF IDUNIA, HOME TO THE IDUNIAN PEOPLE. [!] Depiction of our strongest warrior, Soxton Boomstitch Source THE OCEAN IS THE ENEMY It has wronged me TOO many times. I went to the beaches eastward THREE times in the past week in effort to build myself the BEST SANDCASTLE EVER. Yet, every time I dare turn away to go home for the night, the next time I arrive my progress is RUINED by the waves overnight. THIS CANNOT STAND. I declare WAR against the ocean and we shall send destruction A HUNDRED FOLD. SOXTON BOOMSTITCH BIG HAT SOCIETY #3, CONQUERER OF MOUNT TRASH, HIGH CHRONICLER OF THE AGS, CEO OF LEY SODA CO, AND MEMBER OF FARGRUM'S ELITE. JOIN ME Warclaim Type: Razing Tile Goal: THE OCEAN Aggressor: High Kingdom of Idunia Defender: THE OCEAN WARPATH:

Shadows stir across the continent in the far north. A ghostly being simply shakes their head. Not in disappointment, but pity. “The cycle begins anew, a fate unjust. Our plan will have to wait, my dear kin.” @Perkins

1. @meowmaxer- The GOAT. 2. @Johann- [CENSORED]. 3. @Pallodium- Bossman. 4. @Random- Chud son. 5. @King_Kunuk- Even more chud son. 6. @Turbo_Dog- Powerful eldritch horror. 7. @Sewer_Rat- Deadbeat dad. 8. @FlemishSupremacy- Chronic catposter. 9. @media- Cool dwarf. 9. @Reece Nolan- Cool dwarf. 9. @Wulfric- Cool dwarf. 10. @siglms_- The chudest son. ???. @BDanecker - ??? Honest to god I can’t fit these all in 10.

You are WEAK and a COWARD.

The hell do you mean REDDIT?

Credit The Rimeglen is dangerous and equally as unforgiving. The frigid air whips and slices against skin with ice like razor knives, leaving the unprepared traveller to an unburied icey grave which they will rot at a snail’s pace. Yet this is the optimistic scenario of death. Savage wildlife will slice your flesh into a splattering of red paint against the white snow. Even worse, the dead which rise from such cold graves, the wardens of the Witch Kingdom, will not hesitate to drag you into the same fate. Upon this cruel land, a river flows northward from a spring of the hot and humid Geyserlands to the aging and battered fishing town of Valgor. A waterway which holds the frosted font of life which waters the snow-capped pine groves of Rimeglen. Yet recently, the already turbulent passage to the has become more violent. A malevolent force that haunts the river, dragging those who disrespect it into the frigid dark waters. It is a series of misfortunes, one after another. A caution, a warning, and a punishment. Upon Valgor’s ice-layered shores, a large stone mysteriously appeared, a monument with text bleeding with a sickly pale blow glow. It lists two simple yet vague laws of which any who traverse, live, or approach it must follow lest they be cast into the cold abyss. VROST RESPECT THE OKEL’RRON -=- To near, you must first honor. ULGAV FEED THE OKEL’RRON -=- To take, you must first give.

Using the word Ley will get you sued by Ley Soda Co. watch your back.

Give me an offer.