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IN THE CHRONICLES OF ANTIQUITY, in the sullen annals of yore, two untimely companions embarked on a perilous quest in redemption of their depraved misfortune and misery. A realm of woe, besmirched by arcane pestilence and disgraced with villainous steel. Amidst the sullied desolation of Yoregaia...

Notes: Your landholdings may not include cities. ---- CHARACTER Name: Ser Lokkar, Lukan Lyteshyld Title(s): "Ritter" Age: 36 Sex: M Appearance: Personality: Ser Lokkar is a complex and multifaceted character with a personality shaped by a tumultuous past and a harsh present. Often presents...

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noms u

mfw bing bing bong Thandrell & Vulkun ====

dude.......bing ai image generator iz insane. [ser lokkar in parade dress]

Name: Lukan Lyteshyld Alias: Ser Lokkar; Champion of Thandrell Age: 35 Gender: M Faction: House Lytfefyld of Thandrell Appearance: Personality: Ser Lokkar is a complex and multifaceted character with a personality shaped by a tumultuous past and a harsh present. Often presents with a stoic...

howdyho would enyone lyke to know my next OC? hes a hedge knight that lives off the land and is paid thru contract work. hes a mercenary tee bee aitch......brutally honest and chivalrous

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hi i hope i get accepted this jawn reads so epic..also womp womp @no discord aaa grinweavers a lonely soul they need a fren x(

PENDING CHARACTER - NOT YET FINALIZED. Alias: Grinweaver Age: Unknown Gender: Unspecified Faction: Supporter of the Manaite, House Jystyrsteel; Clan Merryspell Appearance: Personality: Communication with [Magister] Grinweaver is achieved through an array of gestures, sigils, scribed runes...

happy toy day i got so drunk i woke up in a skirt & eyeliner x))

>a paranoid schizophrenic enters the thread

"I expect a free beer after this." The Jester could not, by any stretch of virture, apprehend their hilarity at this phrase - given the context of what had just occurred. Oh, how woefully tragic! Their masque was then displaying the muse of comedy. The Jester glanced over to Anika and beckoned...

The Jester stood up from their seat and began their waltz, with a modicum of flair, and approached the tavern's entrance. They stood near the door while fiddling with a concealed armament stashed within their garb. Their eyes were keen with intent yonder the masque - which had also, somehow...

”It’s done.” Anika said, looking down at the milk. “You want anything added to that?” The Jester quickly perked up and invited Anika's presence with a welcome gesture. "Nay thanks," they replied. Words were absent with the Jester. Always silent and tucked out the way. Communication with them...

peste noire - dueil angoisseus (6:00) =)

"Alléluia, alléluia - alléluia, alléluia! Alléluia alléluia, alléluia - Alléluia..." The chorus gently rescinded with the trumpets and the Jester stirred themselves awake. "La la la la le lo la la la la le lo - La la la lo la la la lo..." A crashing of waves that seemed to stream alongside both...