Porkgasm

Cardinal Wilhelm prayers for the soul of this brave, noble warrior. He is surely deserving of a place in the Skies.

Damn. Sorry man. You'll get em next time.

We are already losing sight of what it is to a medieval fantasy Roleplay server. This will just drag us further from GOD's light. I vote no.

I'm just wondering how the Heck skinning two (Or three!) Heads will work!

Interesting lore, but the sparkly golden eyes give me twilight vibes ?

MC Name: Porkgasm Discord: Bonehead#4321 Character Name: Wilhelm Age: 33 Race: Human Reason For Joining: An interest in learning the Alchemy in order to promote study and healing Affiliation: Empire/Canonist Church

Grume'Ogr farts loudly, devouring the parchment given to him by a goblin crier. He cannot read.

RP Name:: Grume'Ogr MC Username: Porkgasm Discord: Bonehead#4321 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Mau'Madur Why Do You Wish To Come?: OGR go. OGR grub. What Skills Can You Bring?: Ogr Hozh! Ogr Stronk!

Deek Driftwood is also saddened by the loss of the giant creature. He can only feel the wind on his face as he sighs. He offers a prayer to Arugula, dreading what else may come from the depths ((Good event! Look forward to more))

What's your longest lived Character? If you could make one change to Halflings as a whole, what would it be?

The age of man is over. The age of the Wonk has begun. +1

Sorry Jumper. It's not the drama. It's the fact that I have to deal with teenagers who cannot seem to tell when something literally annoys a person. If I'm annoyed to the point where I have to literally tell folks, OOC, that what they are doing is annoying me, and to take a hint, and they still refuse to take the hint? That's not on me. I have communicated as well as possible. If they continue to act in ways IC that annoy me OOC, and then continue to make IC situations that force me to deal with, IC, situations that annoy me OOC? That's just being a jackass. Anxiety? No. Sheer godamn annoyance is what plagues me when I am forced to continue to deal with people who have no common sense. If I had anxiety, I would have not played Bonehead, an ugly guy who's fatness and stench are legendary. I would have never made Deek, or the ship, because I would have been to Anxious about making the things that need to happen, happen. Drama happens in roleplay. It makes roleplay interesting and stories it up. Unfortunately, the children of this server confuse Drama with Trolling. And that, my friend, is just godamn dissapointing. "I'm just acting how my character would act" is NOT an justification to be a jackass. It's something people learn as they grow up.

A Half-Olog Brute would back and slash at the voidal creature as the battle rages around him. His brutish simple mind taking to the task with unbridled glee. He knew the creature had to fall. He knew his home was in danger. Flames and voidal magic cackled around him, and at his side, his oldest friend, and the first human to ever accept him without fear fought viciously. He cried out in rage as he was lifted high by the creatures tongue, offended that the creature would think him food. He was the eater, the eaten! He slashed his cleavers against the tongue, determined to free himself from it's grasp. Time slowed to a crawl as he thought back..thinking was never his strong suit. Simple flashes of memory. A man in a Curon uniform handing him a bucket of fish. Fighting off a demon attacking a village in the southern snows of Atlas. Making a Promise to a King Getting dunked in water by a God-Man. On and on his mind raced as his fury grew, his battle road heard through the city as allies desperately fought the creature with every ounce of their strength. He saw his home in flames, and he felt the first stirring of what his confused mind might know as fear, if he had the mind to grasp the concept. He looked down at the creatures black mask, and saw within it it's beating heart, laying protected and hidden. He only had once chance, and he knew he had to take it. Happyness as he patted a newborn princess on the head Saddness as he watched a friend take his own life in front of all he ever loved. Confusion as he fought in a siege, surrounded and outnumbered in a war he could never understand, only to come out victorious. The taste of delicious steak. He sliced through the creatures tongue, and he fell. He had a good life. This...this was a good death. A smarter man would probably come up with a more meaningful death cry as he went to meet his destiny. "Whee!"

Deek Driftwood raises his bottle of rum in memory to a great Hou. A sad, bitter day.

The young Wildling child quietly waits for his father to return from his hunt, wondering why, this time, he left his belongings at the mouth of the cave. He continues to wait, days passing, rejecting the truth. The Wild Man was leader. The Wild man protected. The Wild man was strong... Yet, he could wait no more. Hunger gnawed at his skinny frame, and he must continue the traditions of his people. He took up the belongings of his father, and set off. He would find the body of his father, and return his bones, placing them with honor with his other ancestors. He would slay the beast who had taken his father from him. And then? Then, Grungh would see...see what life had in store for the son of the Wild Man.