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If Taylor whose blood is only half what is should be can vote, then I request the privelige of voting be extended to myself, whose blood runs the same. If granted, I will vote for only one candidate. Count the vote twice if you wish, but I do not feel anyone else is suitable for the responsibilty. A...

The chill of Mas has only just begun to release its hold on the lands, but the air carries with it still a bitter chill, reaching striaght into the core of any who venture outside for any length of time. Despite this, there is a figure that has been outside for some hours. Against the great grey ba...

For me, it was login in Trollsbane, land in Varshikar, but I guess that had nothing to do with the server. -.-

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Arameh, I insist you stop writing upon walls that my eyes have to grace over, or I shall kill you myself, simply for your inherent stupidity. It is clear to more than just me that your loyalties lie only with whoever you think will protect your sorry self from destruction.

--Auriel.

A tall shape seems to slink around the walls of Trollsbane constantly, always within sight but never within reach. The shape is vaguely feminine, the shape is deep violet. If you try to approach the shape, it will be gone in one instant, as though it was your imagination. And closer, if you could g...

A tall feminine figure in a deep violet cloak stands at the pillar, looking down at the bloodied and disfigured elfess' dead form. 'Hm.. Perhaps he has more stomach than I thought..' she smirks beneath her hood 'Yes, I will have some fun with him yet...' The woman pulls her hood further up over her...

Ratio for Ingame to real life time should be 1:1 not anything else, would be so much eaiser when your tryint to tell someone something that happened yesterday in real life but dont know how many days it was before bunch more reason why it should be 1:1 ut im to lazy to even write my application for...

Yeah, I think that the weights actually make more sense for lbs instead of kG but are labelled as KG.

A tall, female form stands perfectly still near the wall, staring at it. She is wrapped in a deep purple cloak with a large hood. She reaches a hand out to the wall surrounding the pillar, white fingers tracing over the now-dried blood, reading and re-reading the message. After a few moments, she l...