Ardory

He has truly become... the lord of the craft. I wish you the best on your music career, it is a bumpy road ahead but keep strong. You have a bright future.

I was tricked into reviewing this before posting. CURSE YOU @Lenny!!!!!!!

It’s all fun and games until a vampire gets gibbed with a stake launcher.

Hell no, I'm surprised I lasted this long. Honestly, oldheads look back on the old days of LoTC as if it was a perfect utopia. It really was not, in my opinion, since I came around during the Flam era silliness. I think it is a lot better today except for some outstanding circumstances like shadow admin wars, CRP pains, and the ever-present tribalism and clique culture. Otherwise I think the server at this very moment is in a good place and has a lot of promise with the admin floodgates opened. But I do miss the days of old orcs. Especially Wud and Panashea era of rexdom.

The first 1 or 2 years were probably the best since I was a starry-eyed noob who didn't know much about the lore. A couple of years of being jaded and a fleeper later, I have been enjoying this year a lot since I learned how to enjoy RP a lot more. Definitely, my ancient ally, we are watching Aqua Team Hunger Force with the gang. Sure.

I dunno, don’t touch templar that often. But uh 1. Remove Idunian templar monopoly. 2. Make vigorous blow less spam or smth

Rotting in the grave of Sutica or Lurin. I forgot.

It’s my ninth anniversary. Taking questions or whatever these posts are for.

Ai Art?

MEAT?

The Fisher’s glazed eyes open as the vision passed. He smirks at the absurdity of it. “I can hear the walls of the caverns below skitter with the desperate and the cowardly.” he muses as he takes his oar cane and pushes his body upwards from the stone bench with an audible grunt, “I care that my scion will find it first. However, if not, I sincerely hope the one who finds it has a modicum of skill and won’t hide forever in the darkness like those sniveling dogs of Xion. They are too nosy to ignore this and will probably not tell another soul, I should-” The orc scowls as he pauses, realizing his hatred fuming once more of the old blood which cursed his mind. He takes a deep breath and hobbles away.

Soxton Boomstitch reads this and begins to sweat profusely. He steps outside and starts looking for similar holes around Tumbletall!

HAIL TO THE CT ADMIN SM0L BEAN