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Motherfucker wants to go onto the DARKSPAWN ISLAND. This’ll go great

As the battle came to a close, the Phoenix found himself last from the battle as he licked his wounds dry and chipping away at the tanglefoot that found himself captured and strained. While he hadn’t managed any kills this battle there were a certain many crusaders who found themselves wounded at his hands today, blood of a mare dripping from his claws as it pooled on the ground beneath him. As the force found itself back in the church would he immediately regroup with his fellow Vampires, notably the Farmer, and the Consultant. Amongst the survivors of the battle there was chatter, however despite the loss would it seem there was high spirits, for they had managed quite well under the circumstances given to them that day. Nodding his head to the Farmer, after a brief conversation would he dissapear into the expansive basement of the church. Lessons had been learnt indeed, and there was plans already in the works. But first, retiring to a coffin to sleep, even the wicked rest.

[!] This missive was posted along multiple capital cities and vassals of the continent of Azuras. [!] Greetings, the peoples of Azuras stretching from the South West to the North East. While many know me, many more do not. I am Theveus Sythaerin of Taliyu’lin and I am in search of knowledge I would not find in the depths of a library. As most peoples of Azuras know Haelun’or was stricken down and the slaughter of many innocents followed because of 1 man, who harbored darkspawn beneath the noses of those who lived in Haelun’or. Of the following years, I came to the rather reasonable conclusion this mustn't happen again, Darkspawn should never be welcome again past the gates of Haelun’or, any successor of the Mali’aheral people, or through the gates of any descendants for the good of the people as a whole. Thus I bring you to the reason for this missive, for I require knowledge of darkspawn, long has it been since I have been ignorant of the weaknesses, strengths, and how they operate. I require to know how they act and what it is that makes them them. I urge anyone with knowledge, beyond that of just ‘Undead are hurt by gold’ to send me a letter. Get in contact with me. Travel is of no issue, I can meet anywhere whether it be Caurost or Norland and anything in between, wherever suits you no matter how public or private. I am not rich, but I am willing to pay mina or knowledge of my own for the information I seek, if that is what you so wish.

Lurking, waiting, a vampyre of full plate called the shadows of the church his home. Somehow a bat had found him just moments before his comrade had offering knowledge of the missive at hand. Beneath his helm a smile formed, for it had been far too long since blood had been spilt. Walking out of the shadows to join his smaller comrade he would walk alongside her. "Blood will be spilt and all will see what might makes right actually means. I am confident /he/ can kill whatever this warlord tries to pull, blood will be spilt and he shall emerge victor without a doubt." Chuckling as he said this, claws protruding from his form as he ripped the paper to shreds, its scraps floating through the wind.

Vampire players (both Moroi and Corc alike) have to keep track of their feedings for this exact reason. Some people take screenshots and log them in a google doc; others just note when they fed in their vampire discords. this is encouraged so that ST don't shoot you for not being thirsting or withered while having not fed in weeks.

Shit man why remake my Helf mage into DND when I can just do this

A moroi stuck in moroi hell; wishes he could witness the corc games.

LET'S GO THE BEST HIGH ELF NATION IS BACKKKKKKK

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