Inferno_Ougi

“wy wud krug be helpin twiggeez agh humiez in da azh’ place. diz wuz agh ploy made by da huulphonites agh gold’andz.” glottgut stated 

Mygenaba’Shrogo does a little jig from across the high seas, dancing around a fire high on mushroom, whilst waving his staff around. 

Clayton sheds a tear within his jail cell. Not for his own misfortune, but because of the many starving Southrons within Nottingham. "Poor little Tihomir.." He sobbed manly cries!

((IT'S NOT A CREATURE OF FREYGOTH YOU NOOB, IT'S GAZIGAZH AND LEYD.))

+1 smart boy but to be truthful he can be crazy sometimes. still doesnt mean he's not reasonable, because he definitely is. give him a shot on the team and you wont be dissapointed!

ryno2 n shuggie

showed me the ropes and ryno is the friendliest, wisest person i know on the server. he is like an old man sage and that is epic

shuggie is epic

Damn Malg, it's been a good run. Your events were so much fun, and I thought were amazing in my short time of playing. Not much I can say that hasn't been said, but you helped me out as a new player and I appreciate that.

Keep on keepin on, stair commander.

o7

bro come back we got a discord disclaimer for this

Glottgut’Raguk danced happily.

Glottgut'Raguk smiled from atop his shipwreck, drifting endlessly. The waves tossed him to and fro but it was stable enough for a letter in a bottle to inexplicably make its way to him. "Hozh zkah, dat Raguk!" He smiled happily. "Nub muzh ub agh martyr ib 'e nub ztand bur anyfin' when dey died."

Really good guy, I remember bringing him into my build server with Ponder and goofing around. +1

Edit: He is helping me with a post right now and is very helpful! I definitely think he is qualified for the job.

This guy? This guy is freaking (excuse my language) epic. There is fun RP with these guys leading now! JOIN! JOIN! REEEE

Chet thumbs down from the seven skies, as this man is not Pandir.

Sweat. The sun on the high seas was sweltering hot. Glottgut hung his tongue out to cool off, but a kick to his head from a goblin soon made him stop.

"Lat mother-skaher, GLOTTGUT!" The goblin screeched in frustration. Glottgut tried to move, but soon realized his arms were tied to the mast pole.

"Wait until MI GIT OUT! AGH MI WILL FLAAAAT LAAAAAT!" He roared. But in truth, the thoughts of killing the mutineers were only secondary. Water. His only way to quench his thirst was the little beads of sweat, and even then they barely helped. He laid his head back, closing his eyes. His ancestors have been through worse, and Glottgut must find his way to them. He would not- no, he COULD not die here.

A bird. A vulture, he could recognize. From the deserts of Atlas, he assumed. The mutineers prepared their bows, but soon a great shadow was cast upon the boat. It moved irregularly, until Glottgut realized it was not one being that cast such shade. A flock! Perhaps swarm would be more fitting. The crew stared in awe... And then fear when they dove down. One could not face an orc alone, but five? Probably not. But the vultures were innumerable. A tornado of crimson, sweeping up every mutineer that stood upon the deck. Glottgut thanked Krug for the deus ex machina, as he surely would have died without. Now, there was no soul on the boat except for Glottgut. No blood or torn limbs either. Only one other vulture remained, larger than the others. In its claws it held a parchment, and it tore open Glottguts bindings with its beak. It kawed, or cawed, dropped the letter, and flew off with the rest of the flock. In the distance, it seemed they had melded with the red-orange glow of the sunset.

Glottgut stood, rags and all. A smile crept upon his face as he recognized the markings of the letter given by the vulture. "Datz zum hozh zkah." He laughed. The boat crashed soon thereafter.

-1, is a bully who knocks out kids during football games!!!!!!

seriously though, +1, i hate fm team with a passion but this small boy is more mature than most teenagers i know, give pog a chance!

chet thumbs up from seven skies ?

Skatal, Bringer of Famine, Lord of Plague

His eyes opened with newfound energy and ambition. His power, still felt weak, yet he knew he must expend his power. Crawling out of his great hole, he made his way to a tribe of Nyrnen that had settled on his continent. Oh, how they would be delighted to feel the sting, the jolt of pain that Skatal would inflict. He squeaked to himself, before casting a disease on the tribe. It worked much like a fever, not exactly fast but assuredly difficult for the primitive Nyrnen to treat. No, he did not want them to die immediately. Skatal wished for them to suffer, and to spread. For if they died too quickly, how would they catch on? Their insolence, for living on his land. No, no, Skatal would suffer no longer. The Nyrnen had use, and Skatal would see to it that they would be used.

[Actions] – Shape Land (4 points)

[Total] – 0 points remaining

Clayton breaks out of his jail cell with a mighty grip, heading out to tell the fabled remnants of the Order of Saint Lucien about the schism...

"Prenkus. Fat pope war."

Just now, Harrison said:

please dont troll this gm app.

ur minging buddy. don’t make urself look pathetic.

8 minutes ago, Harrison said:

but i though tornado helped u win that war claim ?

oh right nvm forget what i said lal

-1

I won't call him names, but I'll recount a story almost right after he left the GM team.

Me and Flamelynx were waiting for our friends to group up for a raid so we banditted a person in Belvitz. Pretty simple, guards were called, Tornado comes running, so we engage in RP without much of any OOC bickering. Because we were planning to meet our friends had slowly trickled in, and of course, were going to help us. Tornado causes a fit by accusing us of metagaming, and asked to screenshare us to prove we weren't metagaming. That was ridiculous, not only was he not GM anymore but caused a headache over a non problem. But even though we continued to RP, it had become so bogged down because it was basically multiple 1v1s happening in the same chat area, we called PvP. Tornado continues to throw a tantrum and even brings a GM in. The GM agrees with our side, PvP happens, then we go about our business.

Why, you may ask, did I write this all out? After all, I'm a dirty Norlander who's angry at Tornado and his gaming chair!!!!!

No. All of my interactions with him have been purely negative. He wants things his way, and him getting GM would only see to it.

Tortuga is also banned because Tornado threw a fit, even when Tornado was the one downed because he ran from RP, and gear was given back. 

I'm not going to say that all the people +1'ing are dirty, sniveling, Empire goons, because friends will support friends, and enemies will try to put eachother down. But I implore the GM team to listen to the people commenting. Unfortunately, my opinion is basically being thrown against a brick wall, so I'll be dissapointed yet not surprised when Tornado does get accepted.

Clayton wildly shook the bars after reading the letter. "I don't like them towel headed liars one bit! Wait 'till I get outta here an' show y'all who's kang!"

"Ain't that swell" Clayton commented.

Clayton smiled the suns smile from his jail cell, which slowly faded as he laid there with what meager scraps his captors could provide. 

"Darn, how I wish I could go out an' fight them terries!" He cursed, carving into the wall with his frozen poop shiv another tally mark. "Get 'em, pa!"

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