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Someone could invent tobacco.

A man in a top hat goes mincing by the board, he turns and looks at it, then writes his response

Everyone in favour of dropping democracy forever, raise your hand.

He then walks away, twirling his moustache

Well, i think that the colour of the "# players online" text should be changed, because the background makes it difficult to read.

And the O in Illarion should be replaced with a picture of a dwarf smiling.

Hunger, he felt, the familiar pangs were driving him the closest thing to mad this zombie had ever known, if he could feel, that was. The night was pitch black, no moon in the sky, no light to speak of, The regrowing wood was blanketed in darkness, everyone was equal in their blindness. Diamana was...

Hadrian_Abela wrote:What about maltesers?

More of a Revels man myself.

Couldn't resist, sorry.

Pff, I've got entire hard drives of "Sirani preistesses".

Harald Hradradr wrote:madness.

THIS. IS. SPARTER.

Tobacco.

A man wearing a tophat skulks up to the board, he reads over the notes places and twirls his moustache.

"Nyeaah! This will surely affect my inheritance!"

He soon scurries away, mumbling something about bumping off his brothers.

I think you'd better run, quickly, the Illa community is on it's way.

Julius wrote:Learn English first.


Kidding?

We're waiting for you to start Jewls.

The leaves of the forest floor gave off a submissive crunch as he stepped through, his eyes were ahead of him, and his hand was on a little girl's, he wore plain clothing, as did the girl, with a knife on his belt, his confident strides dwarfed the poor girl's, who was trotting seven little trots fo...

Bye Galim

Bellringer wrote:Julius would only flirt with girls and himself...thus, Mesha must be Julius!

We're facing disasters never before seen by mankind.

A note from Rakust was found under a pile of decorative stone thongs, the note goes on to detail about how he was called to the mainland to help repopulate a fortress using his award winning skills.

((Not played him in a while, and i've got no plans to for a bit either))

Dain must be crushed.

-A very concerned passerby

Shift + Insert.

His boots sent a clink around the room, his torch filled it with light, his sword was ready to empty it, he carefully crept around the catacombs, searching for swag, the air was dank and damp, and carried on it the smell of death, he moved his wrist over his nose, digust an etched look on the man's...

The dagger speared him, waking his death and thrusting him into the world of the living, his dull eyes bolted open, at first, he saw little but the swaggering flames, his eyes widened and he saw all around, his bleary eyes refusing to give him detail and focus, he writhed on the altar, he was weak,...

Christopher..Rigden wrote:what do you mean by porn...? orc sex!?

Playorc?

I do believe you mean thusly:

To whom it may concern,

I thankfully accept an undue honour and title, that of first Chancellor, and i will make sure to the best of my abilities, that the authority does not go unabused.

-Unsigned.

Lustigster Charakter / Funniest character 1. Rukka 2. Sssari Wortgewandtester Charakter / Most eloquent character 1. Logrin Parr 2. -- Größter Frauenheld / Best womanizer 1. Logrin Parr 2. * Rothman Begehrteste Frau / Männerschwarm / Most desired female character 1. Olive (It's the tusks.) 2. -- Ein...

Rakust spits to the ground, shaking his head.

If that's yer tone, Logrin, kick the chair away an' hang until yer legs stop kickin, since the lad i knew has already popped his clogs.

He stamps out, not waiting for a response, he grumbles something to Altrix in dwarven.

Nilsacks..Agak..

What if it's a fight to the death, Evan?

-Unsigned

He raises his eyebrows as a dagger goes flying limply by him, following which he turns to look at the monk, obviously now realising why he's got it there, and what he's trying to do.


Arr..Takin' the easy way out, aye?

Ye know..I've got my pick here.. i could dig ye out.

In the low light enviroment, Rakust excels.

Arr Ye've grown lad. Oi! off that chair! An' take that necktie off, ye'll do yerself a mischief!


Reaching into his pokcet, he removes an apple and begins to chew on it, as if expecting the monk to obey.

Rakust arrives finally, after having a bit of a disagreement with "Hector"


Logrin! let go o' that hand! Ye've no' been in the jail fer THAT long!

Rakust finally has the door opened, by a quite bewildered looking guard. "Uhhh, yes "Sir"?" Rakust, looking out of breath following his brief sprint to the door, speaks simply "Logrin..Tall..Blind..Naked..Where?" "Over there, watch out for that crazy guy, says he'...