panda_bear

I would like to point that you are by far not at all approachable at all. You refuse to listen to your players and ban anyone who disagrees with you. This being said, you are no way near being the worst moderation admin. The servers staff used to be so much worse, so much more corrupt, way move obviously biased to certain nations ect ect. Take Punisher for example, no further explanation needed. I cant speak on anything other than your approachablity and my own experiences with you. I think you've implemented pleantly of good additions to the server, but please dont lie about being approachable.

rp should stay rp, as long as they arent pressing the racism to ooc, its just rp

Bobrog'Lak laughed at the missive, nibbling on a steak. "Wub duh Twiggiez duing?"

*Bogrog’Lak wondered why the Laks didn’t own their village yet…*

Bogrog’Lak would pound his chest and chant! “Krug Krug Krug Krug!” The Olog chanted stomping his foot

Bunk read the missive with a snort "Pinkie iz realleh flatzed?" He questioned, a tone of regret in his voice. However he shrugged it off "Dat iz wub latz get fur klompin in duh wrong wagh" He chuckled "Gud work bruddah" He said to Marvyn Mudd "Wi did gud" @kazoo

"Diz ztill meanz mi can klomp zum dwarvez yub?" Bunk asked

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=last+goodbye+lotr&view=detail&mid=1D76EA199550E8EDA2C81D76EA199550E8EDA2C8&FORM=VIRE [!] Eric would sit himself atop his bed, humming to himself as he looks out the window. The night would have been full of laughter like curon nights were always, until he heard a sound hitting the window behind him. He turns himself around and notices a dead messenger pigeon with a note attached to its feet. Eric would open the window and take the note from off the bird's foot and what catches his eye first is the official seal of curon on the letter. To Erics surprise inside the note be an official call to arms. Eric would have been sent on a mission Like always Eric would obey his king and begin gathering his armour and supplies for the trip. The next day Eric would set off on horseback and wouldn't be seen for awhile. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned to months, before one day the sound of hooves could be heard on the path leading into curon. It would be the very horse Eric set off on his mission on. But one thing would be different, atop the horse would not be Eric's body, but instead it would be his corpse, laying lifeless atop the animal. The armour Eric wore would have about a dozen holes and slashes. The brave knight that served his kingdom for so many years, and who was loyal for so many wars, was dead…. Usually the nights of curon would usually be filled with noises, laughter coming from the tavern, crickets chirping from the park, the sound of boots hitting the stone paths. But this night was different. The tavern would be silent, the crickets wouldn’t make a noise, the roads would be empty. On Montagne lane stood Eric’s house, a single candle lit on his desk. It too would be silent, the bed where someone once slept, would be empty. On Eric’s desk would be a stack of papers, a journal that was not finished, and never would be. Next to Eric’s journal would be a small leather book, the book would be opened to the first page. “Curon is a bear, a bear that has grown, from a cub struggling to stand up, to a brave and respected boar. This bear stands strong, stronger than everything that attempts to bring it down. It thrives in a world full of different cultures, full of different nations and races trying to survive. “ “I write this in advance for I have no idea when the end is to come. I write this peacefully of my own will. I write this as my little story, for whoever finds this notebook, and for whoever they shall show it to. I came to curon when it was only a tent camp, I watched it grow just like the bear cub. I stood by it with many others and guided it on its path. I fought many battles alongside this bear. I stood by it until my end. . .” “To those I hold dear, I wish for you to not remember how I die or my death itself, I wish for you to remember the times we spent. Times we spent whether it be good or bad. I wish for you to remember me not for what I did in my life, but for who I was and who I became during it. “ [!] The writing next would be written in an unusual style. It seems each letter is tilted to the right. The last sentence would appear to be pressed deep into the notebook’s pages, much darker than the text above. To the steward that finds this book, please show it to the people I knew. Please show it to them so that it may fill them with a slight bit of happiness. Tell them that my job is done and that there will be no goodbyes, because goodbyes mean going away and going away means forgetting. [!] Below the text would depict a sketch of a polar bear cub. (ooc Thank you everyone who helped me with Eric, this was a fun character to play) PS I know I said boar, look up the term for adult bear

“Ave curon!” Eric said as he mutterd, helping the wounded recover from the lost battle

Eric’s depression slowly kickstart in as one of the last atlas curon people leaves curon for good

Eric would stare at the grave made for will, his old king. but he was more to him than that, he was a friend, he made what eric is now today and helped it start, and because of that eric stood there in silence, speaking nothing but the occasional prayer. After a long time of staring at the grave eric turned his back, a single tear rolled down his face as he turned back, removing his helm as he bowed his head. Then placing it back on his head as he walked off, remembering how great the king was.

“What an eventful time for curon “Eric said as he sat down in the barracks of the royal army, before sighing as he said to himself “ave curon”

It’s the idea, no matter what your going to have people doing bad stuff with whatever, people did it with mpm even but it was still a great mod?

“Ave imperium!” Eric shouts from the square of curon

lol. I think this is a good idea really. You know how voice rp is somthing but vr rp?!? That’s the next level

“Ave curon, long live the empire!” Eric would shout

Eric would look at the Edward photo and grunt “ that old man better stay away from my wife next time or stuff will go down”

Eric would smile as he gets the news “slavers deserve to die, glad he fell. He slaved my family, and made me broke”

Eric would walk up. raising his hand and shouting “200 for the human noble ”

I see the picture for the post is the map of the new map, I know I could go and grab it from another old post that is lost in the forums or... you could be awsome and grab it for me???

No no, I mean before the event, like two days and all

Uhhh that’s a horse

Ive been hearing from staff they they have tried to contact xarkly on what he needs and when it will be held but they didnt get a response

First massive thing Ive done besides a war claim and i have to say the plot was alright but the way they did it disappointed me a lot.