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  1. Garen should of tried to finish wolfdwg off
  2. "WHAT A FIGHT! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" shouted Garen Baruch, proud of the work he had done that day.
  3. Garen held his sword up high waving it back and forth, shouting alongside Ivan. "AVE THE GATEMAN!" he roared.
  4. Titus Horen read the missive, smiling as he prepared for battle!
  5. Garen Baruch shook his brother awake, sticking the missive in his face. "LOOK!" he yelled, "Sigmar, tha' king's done et!" He began polishing his armour and doing his daily pushups. @Greehn
  6. "He'll be back! Ah know et. A shame 'e didn't stay long enough to die like a real man." remarked Garen, disappointed with how quickly the Novellen pigs gave up.
  7. Garen stuck his tongue out like this (:P) excited for the wedding. He pens a letter to the two congratulating them.
  8. “Et appears the true kings of Stassion are the Veletzian dogs” said a Haenser by the name of Garen Baruch
  9. “Oh! What a turn of events!” Said a young Baruch squire upon reading the missive
  10. i was being sarcastic ***** yourself out to the nearest st for the coolest items and then you can win within a few emotes. mamba mentality
  11. just clear ur schedule for the occasional 3 hour long crp or log out
  12. Garen showed the report to Octavian, happy to see his friend recognized for his genius plan!
  13. Gawyn saying his final goodbye to Sylvester, his favorite steed Beneath the silent shroud of Aaun’s midnight sky, a solitary figure emerged, concealed by the oppressive dark that blanketed the city. The figure, atop his horse, pressed on relentlessly, urging his horse past the brink of exhaustion, until the beast could bear his weight no longer. In the cold, silent embrace of the Merryweather mountains, he released the spent steed, leaving it to do as it pleased. It was an unusual sight to imagine Gawyn Tiber without the familiar presence of Sylvester, his cherished horse. Consumed by a profound sadness, he trudged forward, alone and footsore. In the cradle of the mountains, a temple loomed, a place Gawyn had visited many times in the past, but never alone. The climb, guided by the feeble flicker of a singular torch, weighed heavy on his soul. Each step seems heavier than the last. The temple in question was dedicated to Saint Godwin and held memories of times shared with Henry Alstion. Upon reaching the heart of the temple, Gawyn’s legs gave, and he fell to his knees. Before him was a haunting stain, a grim reminder of a friend whom he had found here, lifeless. His voice trembled as he whispered prayers into the cold, silent void. He sought absolution for what he was preparing to do, begged for the protection of his children, and even saved a prayer for young Olive. His voice resonated with the weight of loyalty for those he had served, friends he held dear, but above all, his heart cried out in anguish for Aaun, his kingdom and the ideals it once embodied. In the dark embrace of the overgrown chamber, Gawyn’s figure was bent in agonized reflection. Time seemed to warp, bringing him back to the day of his knighting, the echoing promise of an oath resounding: “Only upon death, does my duty end.” The chilling memory of a friend who had taken the same path many years ago haunted his every thought. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he unsheathed his blade, pressing its cold edge to his throat. And with that, he made a tragic and irrevocable decision, releasing himself from his duty. As his life drained from his body, he thought to himself, did this make him a coward? He believed so, but he hoped that others may see it differently. A villager of the nearby hamlet down in the Principality of Merryweather would venture up high, curious about the broken-down structure that lay at the top of the mountain. Upon entering he found a body, lifeless and long dead, laying in the center of the chamber. Upon inspection, he found a letter, in which the villager made good work of bringing to the relevant authorities and dispensing throughout the realm.
  14. Gawyn thought back to his few interactions with the people mentioned as he read the missive. He cast it aside and reflected upon the words it bore. "This'll be fun," he said sarcastically.
  15. just sat here in the library thinking abt thedragonsroost. a pillar of our community gone.

    1. jdesarno

      jdesarno

      Atlas was a fun time yes.

    2. tasty_cheesecake

      tasty_cheesecake

      i almost totally forgot abt that guy

  16. A HUMBLE REQUEST FOR TEACHERS AND ACADEMICS The letter would be widely available to all who frequented the Canonist nations of the Realm Issued by his Highness, Gawyn Tiber, Prince of Beaufort, Baron of Bourgh on the 2nd of Horen’s Calling, 1944 To the teachers and academics of Humanity, It is with great humility that the dragonblood house of Tiber seeks tutors of all spheres of life to teach and inspire its children. The house specifically seeks those who can teach theology, philosophy, history, science and finally the unnatural and other forms of ungodly works and how to combat them. In exchange for this education, the Tiber household shall provide lodging, food, and a modest salary for the duration of your stay as a tutor. Fees and alternative forms of compensation may be discussed. The only requirement for the position and its subsequent benefits are to be a GOD-fearing canonist of good standing among the realms. If you fit the requirements and are apt in the specific topics mentioned, please reach out to Gawyn Tiber by bird. If a bird is inconvenient, you may seek me out in Aaun or at my keep in the Floodplains. GAWYN ALEXANDER TIBER, PROUD FATHER OF FIVE ((OOC: you can also dm me on discord at ferdaboy))
  17. Gawyn read through the missive, happy to finally have a place to raise his children. He passed the letter around to his eldest son, tasking him with informing the rest of the boy's kin of the great news.
  18. Gawyn smiled the sun's smile as he read the missive.
  19. There’s always something to complain about, but I personally have had no issues with any of them I often see people complain about how staff reply to criticism and stuff but i dont get why theres this expectation of staff having to be meek and compliant i think we’re on an upwards trajectory in terms of overall quality, but nothings ever perfect also lag makes the server unenjoyable for absolutely EVERYONE fix chunks please
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