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Take care of yourself man, much love

"God damned this is fire." Ahnakriel commented.

For once, an old Azdrazi recalls the memories of yore from the eyes of Sir Hannibal; vividly remembering the Warrior-Poet and his uplifting songs. Truly, they were maxims to rally behind. Shame. Then, Ahnakriel carried on.

New chat colors has me sold alone. Really awesome

Event team! Event team!! More pk events please!

"Much wiser, Druids are." Ahnakriel commented, reading the announcement from his crater— recovering from a grievous wound streaked with black and yellow scar tissue.

Ahnakriel the Azdrazi began viciously looking for blackstone vinyl pressings of this new hot single.

"I, too, shall be there, waiting." Ahnakriel's voice gnarled.

I live in a low income housing environment that goes by the region name of "Tor Praeth". Me and a group of my dragonflight control certain areas of this region in order to run our illegitimate business. We possess unregistered blood magic enchantments, stolen Golemancy anvils, mind-altering inhibitors, and only use Dracanium for financial purchases. If anyone would like to settle unfinished CRP altercations, I will be more than happy to release my coordinates. I would like to warn you; I am a very dangerous Azdrazi and I regularly powergame.

While perusing the Thegn's desk, Beowulf stumbled upon the letter; the giant Norn was filled with trepidation at the thought of a great battle as he read.

So far the events have really impressed me, and have been engaging and easy to follow along with narrative wise. Can't wait to see where it goes next uncle squak)

"That's my herald." Ahnakriel smiled, as he read through the journal.

Absolutely the right step forward. Thanks for being so diligent about this