Werew0lf

Never walk away from home ahead of your axe and sword. Always rise to an early meal but eat your fill before a feast. Heill þik, I hope that you have been fair in health, completeness, and live long, die fighting, and make way to the great halls of Valhalla impeded by the draugr-spawn. Although the dreaded tongue-dance is hated by my kindred, this letter serves an important purpose. Upon the night of winter’s wrath, our kin were sent a letter by a fellow comrade. He stated thus, ‘Harken, the venom Jormunharr seats himself within the tavern of Norland, making merry with their people!’ and to this, we said, it could not be so. So, I brought with me Haraldr and Calias, and we rode into the the city of Vjardengrad, the capital of the beautiful kingdom. When we arrived within the tavern, we came across the draugr, sitting around an audience of norlanders. We instantly killed the evilspawn, much to the displeasement of many, including one of your folk-kin, who goes by the name of Io. He told unto us that this was an honourable holmgang. A holmgang is not a contest of drink, but a battle of blood and steel, death to those who were not strong enough to surpass their limits. What foul mockery do your people make of our beloved culture? We cut the hand of a dark-elf, who fraternised with the accursed evilspawn, and to this, your man, Io, called us dishonourable, and damned our name under Thegn-Konan. Let us know if this will be our name now amongst your kin, who seek to befriend the darkspawn, and befoul the Sólgaardian. I also challenge this Io to a holmgang, a battle to the death, for speaking ill of my people, and my Thegn-Konan. Answer this call and challenge to combat, cowardly cur flitting your tail behind your legs. This response I give you a years time to respond. If you will not fight to the death, I do not seek your audience, for you will never make it to the halls of Valhalla. Við sjáumst seinna. Written by Thor, [This post is a public letter].

terrible, to be frank.

To Ravenswood, Offer me your souls, and in return, I will support you in this war with my allies of [PVP GOONS]. Signed, Malik the Freak.

It's not funny. Denied.

one million naztherak children must die

Never walk away from home ahead of your axe and sword. Always rise to an early meal but eat your fill before a feast. Heill þik, Bróðir, health and completeness to you in these ill-begotten years. I have been out on a small expedition within the purview of nature. There are many beasts laying affront in this continent, scouring at the darkest corners of the world. However, as much as I would like to speak on my adventure through hearty mead surrounded by our kinsmen, there is something more grave at heart. On my journey, I came across the footprints of a large, tyrannical beast. So large were its print upon the dirt, that it seemed culpable enough to hold a large viking! To this, I would say, it seems to be much larger than a mammoth. I hope that you would be ready to accompany me in tracking whatever foul beast lay ahead, in honourable hunt, so that we may bring its skull back to our halls. I am of the understanding that you may not know how to write, or even read, so hopefully you can show this to your respected teacher to translate. Outside of this news, I have no shortage of complaints. The strenuous journey to becoming a druid has taken a toll on my mind; to be truthful, the other druii have been lacklustre in gaining any significance of growth. They stand around circles, making merry, gossiping, whilst the world is asunder and wretched by evil forces. Hopefully, they can grow out from their mossy walls. To end this rightly, I have heard that you have succeeded in your attunement. Vælkomin, broedr, let us bathe in the wisdom of the All-Father. Við sjáumst seinna. Written by Thor, [This post is written to @M1919 and others in Sólgaard].

"DID SoME OnE MEnTiON thE mAn bEhINd thE sLAuGhTeR?" QuEstiOned maLIk thE fReaK.

MaLIk thE fReAK SEES thE NaME of JeNny and GETS VERY MAD! HE shReDS the nOtICe.

“ Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I have died with honour. Valhalla awaits me. Where the brave shall live forever. And if you are alive. Know it is better to stand fighting, Than to die tired, . — the Edda “ . Advice given by others is often ill counsel. Cattle die Kinsmen die All men are mortal. Words of praise Will never perish Nor a noble name. . — the Hávamál Heil og sæl, To the esteemed leaders of Númenedil, it is good to write to those we have considered brethren in these unruly years. We have heard much of your issues regarding the voidalites, and the horror, and seek to offer our aid and support towards you in regards to this. Our men crave battle, verily, we seek to crack open the skulls of those wretches that seek to harm our friends. Know what we say next is not done to gap the bridge in the relationship that we have so sought to build with your people, who have been welcoming to us. Sadly, we do not write this missive out of only a requirement to aid. Amongst your dynasty, there is a guard that has insulted the honor of Sólgaard. To this end, we have sought the blessing of both our HIGH KEEPER and of TAR-CARANETH. Both have provided this blessing. He has time and time again, provoked conflict with our POWERFUL THEGN, KONAN, for no reason but to cause strife. At first, we saw this display as the firm nature of a pious, law-abiding man, who cared for his nation. Yet, this cur, he has deigned to insult our people, and to call upon our great Thegn as a rodent, belittling him behind our ears. Indeed, this villain has attempted to kill our brothers, for no purpose. His serpentine eyes leer at us whenever we walk into your city, looking to taunt us into conflict. We call out Belegorn, guard of our númenedain comrades, to a HOLMGANG to settle this dispute. This challenge for battle is beckoned to you now. You have ridiculed our people for no reason after we offered the branch of friendship. You taint the image of your esteemed retinue by abusing your power as a guardsmen - we have seen how drunk you are on the drug of your legislation. Let us show you the strength of the norn, and that your tongue-dancing words are not worthy of a warrior’s heart. You do not have the blood of a lion; you are bleating sheep that cannot back your vitriol against us. Fight our MIGHTY THEGN, be it to exhaustion, or death, so that your lips may be sealed. Know that we understand you have been unfortunate enough to be struck with injuries. For that reason, we shall wait for you to heal from your ailments and become fit and ready; us norn do not take pleasure in bullying the weak. Signed, Written by Thor, Konan-Thegn av Sólgaard,

With talons clutched around the autobiography of the man, the owl could do nothing but read, in interest, at the fulfilling life and regaling stories of a descendant. There was a hideous leer present within his eyes, as wide and knowing as they were, filled with certain envy and jealous. "How annoying," Although his wings bristled in rage, the owl could not stop reading, and only dreamt of a life he could have lived instead. If only he was in the boots of Otto Wittenbach.

Time was a bitter constraint. The cosmos were filled with boundless wonder; each star represented a realm with vast knowledge undiscovered by the descendants. In those years, the owl rested. Known once for his keen desire to educate, to learn, and to grow his plethora of knowledge in his realm, he was left with a contempt for descendants. What an unruly creation of the most fervid, omnipotent lord GOD, There was a lack of desire to return to the mortal world; the spirit of knowledge, lord of wisdom, so comfortable to rest amongst his peerless owls. It had been betrayed by the descendants, who cursed its statues, and forsake its knowledge to use for great conflicts. “Lord Owl! What story do you have to tell today?” Who is that? Who speaks to me? Alkhayin stirred in its rest, wings folding tight around its body, and keeping itself coddled upon a golden branch. It ignored the female voice. “O' Lord of Wisdom. O' Walker 'twixt Twilit Skies. O' Messenger of Fate! I have returned!” I’m so tired, let me rest. Begone, voice! The owl unhinged its beak, filled by a row of jagged canines. What were these memories? It did not know. “Wise Lord. What has upset you?” They have betrayed me. I was betrayed! With vast wings, besmirched in jewels, its feathers bristled and rose in rage. Yet, still, it did not know the voice. Eventually, a rush of memories spared itself in great revelation. The mind of the Owl became filled with old vestiges of its contractors, and one in particular, that of said voice. . . . In years of prosaic slumber, Alkhayin opened its eyes. There was a sudden glint; they were wise, knowing, and wide. They did not blink. It remembered something; the one it had abandoned, the one who failed the trial of ascension. The owl descended from its branch, and leapt into the vast cosmos, as its wings flit and flutter across space. It turned towards the world once more. Ainmhi. [Please do not metagame this post].

so ur now trying to steal our lingo the ZU will not stand for this im an ST and I will ensure this is denied due to being on a power trip. only Demi-djinn can make contracts. do you hear???? Any other magic with this ability will go down!

The winds carried a wayward missive up high off the silver-states mountainside, before being clutched by a metallic croak. Held between his gauntlet, and behind gangly robes, the Aengul of Justice read. “. . .” Silently, he turned to face east. As the breadth of his wings stretched outwards, besmirched in glorious flames, he made off into the sky. There would be justice to come.

What’s the context though. If they did something years ago that they went unpunished for, and it was nasty enough to get them permabanned, I don’t think the timeframe should matter.