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Honorsome Voiced
I am Adaz son of Zardozt. Dune Mongrel.
Your flatbreads entrance me. I am nay rich. I am a humble worker of the Gold League. I hunt. I Butcher. I skin.
I can nay cook proper. Charred Bison is nay Roe on Flatbread.
I would ask yer price, to taste yer diish. Ell Roe on Toasted Bread.... Entices.

With Respect....
Adaz Zardozt, Dune Mongrel of Outring 'n Kulkund.

I was warned. Two. Two War within One.

A Tattoo. Ink. Flames around a Quarrel. Now the Walls. The edges. They pulse. I am the Fire, but I am enveloped in flesh. Am I devoured? Or do I burn free? 

I can't be bothered with the date. I just know that I made a deal. Boiling Blood. Fire. Justice for a False Accusation.

[Day ZERO]

Day ZERO

I remember hearing about the Wiz'warrens when I was little.  Scary folk who plucked strings and made "THINGS" happen. I know now, it was magic but.. Still. Crazy.
This new place.... I see these haughty folk, and think; Why can they pull at magic's strings, but not me?

It isn't fair. Not that anything in the world is fair but... Sometimes I feel like it's wasted. Yea. These folk can warp reality into threads of....Whatever they want.... But why do they have the ability? Why not me?

....I'm no fool. I can read and write. Worse still, I can problem solve... Why is it, that mad-gits and weird-shites.... Play games with the threads of magic... While folk like me... Folk who can see the fantasy AND the Need... Just.... Toil.

I can hear the angst in my own writing. Doglas would roll his eyes so hard. I just wish things made more sense to me.

I feel like I am missing something important...

~Tarl
The 97th Tooth

Coric will take your fish, but gives no gold

I ised to love this on prior servers.
Makes for fun flavor stuff to like hobo camps in ruins or little mobile camps when exploring the horrifically empty inner rings before the drill. Just some nice immersion

I remember on Ludolf, her appearing. Ludolf assumed she was just a result of his fantastic luck. Getting prestige baubles in exchange for alms from the Beggar Ghost :O

Oof I'm sorry to hear the mongrels died off.  Nothing worse than being the last one left from a group plot, with nowhere to go storywise :(
Loved the interactions she and Ludolf had, Bala gave me opportunities to actually flesh out the serious side of my pc, and his views on Fate and faith, without Bala's back and forth with Ludolf, he would have stagnated

She was an awesome pc, with a cool arc, sad to see her go :(

Finding a proper relic is..... Grindsome.
It's just... Reptitive grindy quest-train shit, unless you want to try writing up an App, which feels odd as an 7 or Below, cleric.

Log In: See Oda's Corpse at my pc's feet. Even in death, Oda gave some RP.

Bit of a yucky situation to log into but... Still lucky.

A sad nearly dead Ludolf delivered her remains to the castle orza :/

I lik3d our brief rp moments,
And ludolf is a sucker for befriending folk with a sense of humor, booze, and violence :D

Borsha is dead. When Toof Died, he picked a fight with the big dogs. He did not live to see it through. But Borsha died as he lived. Meat for Meat.

I remember Boris meeting Figik, when the Sons of Iron were cut down.... The only one to be shackled... the only one to live. Q_Q

And the quickest to sus out a good survival plan (shmooze the scummy fast talker into helping recover/loot the fallen thanes goodies...)

Ill post screenies of Figiks eulogy to the Thane when i get a chance. Was awesome rp on your part man. Loved the interactions my pcs had with Figik.

Another survivir of the House Below bites the dust Q_Q

Its always said to see a good villain go. With so many good villains gone, the next ones up have some big shoes to feel.

Or.... horrific arcanotech horror apparati to fill :3

Much kudos.