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"Huh. They've really done an effort to make these mock politics seem real." Ahnakriel, Destroyer of Oren, mused within a rocky chamber; laid resting leisurely as he perused the daily news.

"Where's the second edition?!" Ahnakriel, the immortal dragonkin screamed in anguish within the unfathomable depths of his cavernous abyss of a lair. The narrative and its abominable suspense was an affront to his mind, an intricate labyrinth of arcane knowledge and forgotten sorceries, reeled in latent horror.  

"WHERE IS THE SECOND PART?!" It screamed with a roar that echoed through the shadow-haunted recesses, the Azdrazi's fury manifested through a ravenous clawed hand ripping through a stack of old books.

The walls of the cavern, carved by eons of his silent brooding trembled as though beset by some cosmic upheaval. His eyes, like twin suns of eldritch fire burned with a fury not born of mere mortal irritation yet of an ageless indignation that transcended time itself; smoke billowing in boiling anger from his serpent-like nostrils. At once he left the chamber to embark upon a search for the sequel.

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.

paladins are fooged with this one

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.

"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.

glitter boys are not gonna like this one...

"For whom does the bell toll?" Ahnakriel asked.

"THEE."

YEAR OF THE DRAGON BABY RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

"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.

Bēowulf combed his beard for the occasion.

"'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.

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.