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Deep within the halls of the Nikrala Palace, Josef Frederik awaited for the news of the peace to be spread through out the land. Upon hearing the cheering of his fellow Haeseni and Orenian refugees, the young Prinzen smiled. "And so the war has ended. Philip Jr has led Oren to defeat, and justice has been served." The Prinzen turned to his good friend Zoya vas Ruthern, giving her a strong high five. @veganwalmart
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Josef Frederik exited the maze within Karosgrad, hearing the news from a palace servant sent for him. "It is official then. . . Philip Jr. has failed once again. Orenia is crumbling." He chuckled to himself, before making his way to celebrate with the many Orenian refugees.
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who gives af
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Within the Nikrala Palace, Prinzen Josef Frederik read his father's words, smiling to himself. He turned to his companion, Zoya vas Ruthern, holding the address out to her. "If they do niet all die, it does niet count." @veganwalmart
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He had been there for the start of it all, but all good things must come to an end. He had hoped his friends would one day come together again, but alas, that day never came. As he began to fill his rowboat with small amounts of treasure he collected over the years, he heard the news. . . He heard the job was being finished. With a very bright smile, the elder Worm broke out into a joyful cry. . . He was needed one final time.
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skin: ruskan reds bid: 5 USD discord: Sarmadon#1404
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Worm rejoiced at the thought of fighting for an honorable people. “Payyydaaaay.”
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Angus Baruch rocked back and forth as he sat in the throne room, awaiting the fate of the Orenians he had helped capture. After hearing of their fate, he slowly smiled. He turned, rushing out of the palace at full speed. He put on his Orenian Wig, preparing to capture more unsuspecting enemies.
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good win 4 the ferrymen
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I think I will go to my grave wondering why some people obsess over Minecraft and Minecraft power
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May be you are too young to understand how all of this work but we're roleplaying with a medieval fantasy setting on a minecraft server, while minecraft is used as a medium, our characters are apart of a kingdom, they are apart of a team. Some of us will never have any involvement in any team sport for their whole lives, it is a new experience for some people. For some people, they take roleplaying seriously, when their character gets hurt or faces a challenge it reflects on their personal lives. That is an unhealthy lifestyle that some players develop over the years, in other words, they forget how to have fun. While Minecraft is a big part of it, it is a very small part of it in whole scheme. We're medieval peasants.
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Because they literally have no power IRL and use lotc as an unhealthy coping mechanism to have some small control over things. Lotc is wild in that people will constantly stab each other in the back for 0 reason and make people go full schizo while being gaslit that they're just overthinking things.
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remember gamers, there is more to life then minecraft. do not shame yourself for a little bit of block power #gameon #letsgogamers
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Worm, although he followed another religion, was saddened by the loss of this most holy and brave Pontiff. “A brave man, and one that all clearly respect, aside from the craven in Oren. May he rest easy.” After his daily prayer for the thousands of lost ISA lives, he said another prayer for the now deceased Pontiff.
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Worm put down the missive, looking around to some of his amused Ferryboys. "It appears Philip 'The Desperate' has owned up to his moniker. . . ." The Ferryman fell on to his knees, beginning another prayer for the tens of thousands of ISA lives lost to both the Ferrymen and the men of Blackvale.
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Angus Baruch sat alone in his room, rocking back and forth slowly. "Death to the kinslayers. . . . ." He muttered over and over as he rocked, cradling his longsword close to him. The famous Ferryman Worm sat on his knees, raising his arms to the sky in prayer. He had slain many wig-wearers in his time, but these days he prayed Oren would be forgiven after this war. This was not a joy for him as it used to be, it was his duty. "Alhamdulilah." He whispered, before falling over on to his back.
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Worm sat outside his stone tower, deep in meditation before breaking it. A tear fell from his eye, he had seen the young lad grow up, and was sad to see him gone. He wiped a singular tear, before raising his hands to the sky, reciting a prayer for his fallen friend.
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Danger Dougal bursts out in a booming laugh. “HUE HUE HUE HUE”
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“Alhamdulilah.” The famous Ferryman Worm muttered, raising his hands to the sky. The Ferryman hates war and banditry, but understands that all men must fulfill their duty. Should he slay the brave and honorable Sir Mohammed, he would fulfill his duty once again.
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Danger Dougal's hands began to shake at the official declaration of war. His Philip III punching bag had been worn to bits, and it no longer remained - a wry smirk appeared on his cracked lips, knowing he could get a piece of the real thing. A deafening screech could be heard from the village of Lallybroch. "LE'S FOOKIN' GOOOOOOO!"
