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A stone behemoth looked onward from the square of Sutica as the person he was about to ****** was jumped on by a horde of elves. "Leave some for me..." He groaned

Don't believe this is how other divine magics work, correct me if I'm wrong. T5 spells should be locked behind waiting for T5 to prevent a T1 suddenly knowing every spell.

One way that I've always thought would make medical RP better would be destroying an item each time after it's used, whether that be making an actual crutch item to give someone or destroying herbs after use. Broad "fixing" emotes are generally low quality but often times the player being healed accepts them anyways. People doing field medicine should have to really think about if the player is worth the herbs they're using, and if it's worth using bandages on this soldier when they may run out before they can fix the next.

"Damn I look good" Commented the Basrid in the picture

Road’s Closed The 16th of the Snow’s Maiden was when twelve road workers moved into the Nordling Maple Forest to do some construction work, lead by Markus Kruber of the Metina company, Count Iskander Basrid, and Sir Draskovic. Two savages of Norland attempted to stop such, though they were quickly dispersed. As the others went to work, an orc and an armored woman were let through without problems and the Nordlings quickly came out of their dirt hovels. As the Nordlings peasantry ran out of their pig pens, a large battle of 2400 barbarians versus 1100 Imperials ensued, causing the loss of life for nine hundred barbarians - one of which being a high-ranking Nordling official, and a total of four hundred imperial soldiers who did not go down without a fight. Let the barbarians heed this warning when Imperials are at work: Road’s Closed.

Hog In The Water It was the 5th of Horen’s Calling - a bright and sunny day in the Empire when twelve brave troops trudged into the sunless land of the Nordlings. Once they arrived, two brave troops of the Empire volunteered to go forward and investigate the wall - Count Iskander Basrid and a soldier by the name of John Smith. As one of the two was spotted, two unthinking Norlandic barbarians dropped from their walls and gave chase. After the blind and idiotic chase had stopped, the two Nordlings looked around in fear as they realized they were alone in the hellscape of woods that they called their home. It was but moments after such a realization happened that one was cut down and another was captured, a purifier in the government by the name of Thorfinn Kursin. As the two soldiers hauled the man towards Oren, he suddenly awoke and jumped into the bottom of the river, foolishly thinking he could swim with his barbarian strength. Sadly for him, this was not the case, as he soon drowned as his armor weighed him down. Let this be a reminder to all the Nordling barbarians that taking but a step outside of your gates is dangerous and that nowhere within your territory is safe.

A Basrid sat on his chair, a boot gently tapping on his desk as he read the missive. "Now this is how we win. Now let us fight freely in the fields, come, join me brothers - this war is ours to end, and we will do such swiftly."

A Basrid kicked up his feet onto his desk before noticing the usual stack of papers was one higher. Taking it in his hand, he nodded idly as he read. "An excellent missive, but it will not be the last time we have to cut down these pagan lies. But for now, this does more than suffice."

“Oh this. This is where the war gets fun.” Smiled an aging Basrid from a chair in his office. Surely this was a war no one would forget.

Operation Golden Field The 18th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1818. The burning Elysium after suffering defeat at the hands of Imperial forces, c. 1818 The Tribe of the Nordlings had once again sought to take up arms against the Holy Orenian Empire, unprovoked and under imaginary pretext. A mistake made a great many times, but a lesson taught before could easily be given again. Led by the Count of Susa, Iskander Basrid, the ISA forces stormed into Elysium, seeking to land the first blow against the aggressors. The first wave of men, led by the Count of Susa and the Count of Valles, came upon the Duke of Elysium and his party, quickly driving off the cabal and capturing the duke. The Countess of Halstaig keenly spotted the arrival of a few Nordlings, and her and the Count of Kositz led a small party in slaughtering the many of them and capturing the leader of the Rangers of Elysium. With prisoners in hand, and a pack of dead bodies left behind, the ISA, having not lost a single man in the engagement, returned home. Victory was had again. The leader of the Ranger of Elysium, Liluth Solros, condemned the crimes of the Tribe of the Nordlings in writing. The Duke of Elysium lays in chains.

A stone man of titanic proportions groaned loudly, his arms then folding over his chest as he looked to the waters. "Makazgath II is going to be upset that we are leaving these waters so soon, though I will miss the warmer temperatures and the hordes of fish to look at. My only regret is that I did not smash more tables in the tavern."

An aging Basrid begins to prepare for the war by brushing a few papers from his desk. He cleaned his sword, running a blade over the edge to ensure that the blade was spotless. "Oh how the papers call to me... Though this is a good reason to push off the publishing of the next one." He sighed. "Here we go again..."

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Anthony Basrid sat alone in his study, looking over a list of papers to be completed. All but one had been crossed off. A paper the Arch Chancellor had requested some years ago. He shook his head and uttered to himself "A paper I thought to be impossible to write - I will do such for you, old friend. May retirement fit you well."

"Unfortunate that the remaining of these buildings go against the very Susa act. Clearly these folks do not know of Susa's history. It is a shame we are disrespected in such a fashion." Scoffed Anthony Basrid

Best of wishes to whoever has to read this for the mag

Anthony smiled and awaited to attend the wedding with his family as he forgot that there was ever an error.

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Time to get back on the grind