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Ryanark
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Take care of yourself man, much love
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"God damned this is fire." Ahnakriel commented.
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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.
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Event team! Event team!! More pk events please!
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"Much wiser, Druids are." Ahnakriel commented, reading the announcement from his crater— recovering from a grievous wound streaked with black and yellow scar tissue.
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Ahnakriel the Azdrazi began viciously looking for blackstone vinyl pressings of this new hot single.
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"I, too, shall be there, waiting." Ahnakriel's voice gnarled.
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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.
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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.
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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)
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"That's my herald." Ahnakriel smiled, as he read through the journal.
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Absolutely the right step forward. Thanks for being so diligent about this
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"The Empire will be pushed back under the boot of RUIN should it rear its ugly face again." The age-old Ahnakriel declared in burning tongue, a fleeting memory recalling to him of the destruction of the Royal Palace of Vienne, when those days past were so sweet.
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"For whom does the bell toll?" Ahnakriel asked. "THEE."
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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.
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YEAR OF THE DRAGON BABY RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
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"May that be the revenge that Veletz has so desired. In the end, so will thee be dust." Ahnakriel spoke scornfully in his fiery chamber of flaming gold— the fallen forget the war, yet the Nephilim remember. Always.
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Bēowulf combed his beard for the occasion.
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"'Ker like him come along only once in a few hundred years." Ahnakriel lamented over some ur'ba in his fiery chambers, the Azdrazi shortly recalling the bloodlusting memories that passed, "I shall await his reincarnation patiently." the undying Nephilim mused under a breath, relaxing in his little burning hole, putting the fire-cucumbers back onto his eyelids.
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A genuine thanks for being such an incredible ST and dungeon master; every one of your events that I participated in was top-class in engagement and sheer fun. This server is in short supply of people like you. My friend, I hope the future only brings you joy and good fortune. Thanks again.
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“No one escapes fate— especially not the lucky. You know we do not rest.” Ahnakriel forewarned in burning words.
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Raphaiel sighed, reading the agenda in the square of Winburgh, witnessing the flags and banners changing before his eyes: turning away to return home.
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"Will there be peace in our time, or will the Haenser war machine clamor for greed, and ravaged lands under the guise of righteousness?" Raphaiel wondered out loud, his hearth of war still burned and swayed with each passing moment.
