ThatFunkyBunch

What was it like playing maining a shaman for like four years? 

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someone show me how to use these forums 

 Creamy just dropped Codes of Krug and now I stare at an old orc skin

"Whoa, Nobles."

Domestic Terrorist Status Claimed

Pls can I play my demon. 

>Be Paladins: Slowly rebuild playerbase.

>Server: who ever darkspawn tested me. Your momma a h@#

Pls accept my Seer Inferi

Wanna play an evil funny dark elf?

H M U

Looking at the drunk forum posts I made got me cracking up. 

I've relapsed after a year of sobriety. Any Alcoholics out there hmu. Only way we stay sober is together 

I seek formatting aid. I have used google collums. They look great. But this Firefox browser. it does not convert my paste over with the collums. Pls help

Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that gather in the darkness and surround the world with the power of their lives while from the dimlit halls of other places forms that never were and never could be writhe for the impatience of the few who never saw what could have been. In the black water with the sun shining at midnight, those fruit shall come ripe and in the darkness of that which is golden shall split open to reveal the revelation of the fatal softness in the earth. The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear, but whether it decays under the earth or above on green fields, or out to sea or in the very air, all shall come to revelation, and to revel, in the knowledge of the strangling fruit—and the hand of the sinner shall rejoice, for there is no sin in shadow or in light that the seeds of the dead cannot forgive. And there shall be in the planting in the shadows a grace and a mercy from which shall blossom dark flowers, and their teeth shall devour and sustain and herald the passing of an age. That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing. And then there shall be a fire that knows the naming of you, and in the presence of the strangling fruit, its dark flame shall acquire every part of you that remains.

Tarraskan Beetles my beloved ET monster

Recruiting for my delf clan in Nor'asath hmu if you wanna be in shaman gang.

It is Shadow we expected. 

We have been starving ourselves for days in hope he would come for his prize. 

Such a heavenly feast it would be. A storm of senses at the break of abstinence. 

The flesh of the high ones..so exponent. 

Their thoughts, clear and brisk waters from ancient glacial currents. 

Aah...

But I see he will not date face us. 

Instead we got you – another mangy railrait. Trash-digging, foul-smelling, ugly, dysgenic MONGREL!…

But, alas, we have not eaten for a while so we must make do… Come, little one, let us take you down the corridors of pain.

Take heart for on the other side a greater destiny awaits. You must descend to become exalted.

Come… join your river into our sea and become the flesh of a god. 

I die on this hill.

**Awaken

Awaken
As you know Revan and Malak went to war against the Mandalorians, and you followed under Revans banner. I have heard tales of Malachor V and Revan's part in it. I know you served in that final battle. It must have been a terrible thing. I realize that you have traveled alone ever since the Mandalorian Wars.

But that time of self-reflection is over. Much has happened in the Galaxy in your absence and since the defeat of the Mandalorians at Malachor V. It is not an easy thing to cut one off from the Force. War leaves many scars but rarely does it blind one to the Force.

If anything conflict and challenge may make the connection stronger, more intense.No matter what horrors you experienced in the war, no matter who you served, it is unlikely that the force would have been lost to you. Unless another factor was involved. It is much like losing one's ability to listen, or being put into deep sleep. Such a thing has been done before: when Jedi have pronounced sentence on their own and exiled them as they did you. What affects you affects me. There can be no division in our actions or everything is lost. Our link may have had other consequences. Perhaps you can hear the Force again distantly through me. If so, then there is hope. 

 I offer to train you to become strong again: to know the ways of the Force and to hear the Force sing within you as it once did I fear there may be no other choice. The threat we face is grave. If you cannot defend yourself then we have already lost. You are the battleground. And if you fall, the death of the republic will be such a quiet thing.
A whisper that shall herald the darkness to come. I am but a mirror whose only purpose is to show you what your own eyes cannot yet see.**

**This place is your last test. It is the graveyard of the past where you lost everything. It is the dark place in your mind that still echoes of failure. Now we shall see if you can overcome the weight of Malachor and silence the echoes that beat from its heart. It is all that is left unsaid upon which tragedies are built. More echoes travelling through the Force. 

What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith? That perhaps once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil they learned from me?  Know that there was once a Darth Traya. The Galaxy needs its betrayers, especially in the times to come

Perhaps you were expecting some surprise. For me to reveal a secret that had eluded you. Something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core. There is no great revelation. No great secret. There is only you.**

**In time's past and in time's future, there are Jedi who will stop listening to the force. Those who will try to forget it, but maintain unconscious ties. And those, as in the past just as I, who have had the Force stripped from them. But no Jedi ever made the choice you did.

To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a Wound in the force. It is said that the Force has a "will", that is has a destiny for us all, and that is abhorrent to me. Because I hate the Force. I hate that is seems to have a will. That it would control us to achieve some measure of "balance", when countless lives are lost. But in you, I see the potential to see the Force die. To turn away from its will, and that is what pleases me. You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force; an emptiness in which its will might be denied. There is no truth in the Force, but there is truth in you, exile. And that is why I chose you.

The apprentice must kill the master. If you do not, I will kill you. If I do not, then all you have achieved will be as nothing. As empty and as violent as Malachor itself**
 

Revan was power. It was like staring into the heart of the Force. Even then, you could see the Jedi he would slay etched on his soul. Almost a decade ago, the Mandalorians began preying on the Republic. Bringing the fires of war to many planets along the Outer Rim. Their predations continued, winning victory after victory. Until the Republic finally begged the Jedi Council for aid. The Jedi Council counseled caution and patience to asses the Mandalorian threat as the Outer Rim burned. Two Jedi Knights, Revan, and Malak defied the Jedi Council. They challenged the Mandalorian fierceness and brutality on the battlefield with a viciousness of their own. Revan's entrance into the conflict marked the true beginning and end of the war. It was Revan who drove the Mandalorians back into the Unknown Regions. The war's end was merely another beginning, and what seemed a victory for the Republic was far from it. Many believed the Mandalorians were defeated at Malachor V, but the Mandalorians taught the Jedi much through battle. And so it was that Malak, Revan, and the Jedi who followed them discovered their true natures in the Mandalorian crusade. One quickly learns that the Jedi code does not give all the answers. If you are to truly understand, then you will need the contrast. Not adherence to a single idea. As Revan and Malak fought the Mandalorians in battle after battle, they grew to despise weakness, just as the Mandalorians did. In the end, the Mandalorians had taught them through conflict, shaped the Jedi, and turned them into a weapon against the Republic.

What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good deed I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me? What would it matter now? There is only so much comfort in knowing such things, and it is not who I am now. Know that there was once a Darth Traya. And that she cast aside that role, was exiled, and found a new purpose. But there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn. Perhaps you were expecting some surprise, for me to reveal a secret that had eluded you, something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core. There is no great revelation, no great secret. There is only you.What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good deed I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me? What would it matter now? There is only so much comfort in knowing such things, and it is not who I am now. Know that there was once a Darth Traya. And that she cast aside that role, was exiled, and found a new purpose. But there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn. Perhaps you were expecting some surprise, for me to reveal a secret that had eluded you, something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core. There is no great revelation, no great secret. There is only you.

Stools are just poor excuses of being chairs. 

Wanna make a Dark elf? I have a clan, if that’s not for you I know alot of the lore and can help set you up with something. Come to Renelia or the Sanctum!