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ROYAL RAGING MEATSHIELD?! I'LL SHOW YOU MEATSHIELD YOU VAGUELY OBNOXIOUS ELF!
WAIT. YOU BASTARDS ARE THE ONES THAT PROVOKED HER TO SAY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE! I'LL KILL YOU YOU BEATNIK SCUMDOGKOBOLDWORMARSEDEADBRAINED NITWITS!

Bukkar angrily pokes his head up above the grass!

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ON THE OTHER HAND I'LL NOT PUMMEL YOU BASTARDS FOR THE TIME BEING. THIS IS A ONE TIME OFFER, SO BE SURE TO ACCEPT.

Remain peaceful!
_{for now}

Uh oh, too successful.  Danger is surely headed my way.

((I am incredibly jealous, but actually, yeah. Lars' god is actually almost exactly like Kezilam.))

Pray to Mo'Kar that his soul will be delivered to His Kingdom, write a small biography of all I knew about him in the dirt, then continue on.

aspiring Mafia player. Multiple RPGs playing in currently. Appears to like rangers.

RESERVED FOR POWER
I'LL FINISH READING THE OP FIRST

Order. All things must be in their proper place. The others do not understand. Order is paramount. The rise and fall of mortal civilizations is irksome. How disorderly, how unorganized, how ... how CHAOTIC it all is! It is not the way. There must be order. Then one will rise, and remain arisen for all eternity. Static. Unchanging. Orderly.
There is another, my equal on the horizon - his release heralds my own. The one of Chaos. Entropy. Disorder. It must be stopped.

When the bonds were sealed and I was locked away, there was one who chose to come into eternal solitude with me - the Urd'Amboor. Their past name matters little  - it is my Chosen, my will incarnate. It will destroy all those who threaten my eternal Order.
And I am too powerful to be contained within this pitiful cave fully. I can feel myself even now seeping out and changing the land to one more suitable to myself. A land of Order. A place where all those who set their minds on eternity will gather, to await my call.
The seals are weakening.
I am coming.

Power: ORDER
4RP: IMPRISONED CHOSEN: Urd'Amboor; the title was given only to the strongest of Order's servants. A bastion of serenity. A pillar of solitude. Whomsoever bears this name bears the Mantle of the Power itself. The very world grows still around them. At the ending of the Cycle and the great seige of Ongram by the hordes of Chaos, the Urd'Amboor was cast into darkness with it's master. But the faithful, like their patron, endured. They knew that one day, the Urd'Amboor would return, and on that day, the chaos troubling the world would be silenced.
6RP: TOUCHED LAND: Over the millenia, the Power's influence has seeped out of it's prison and stopped the land around it. Nothing moves there. The components of the things there have been reordered to be more regular - no irregular shapes exist within this realm. Even time has stilled, slowed, stopped. High noon is eternal in Ongram, the Realm of Stillness. Those who travel here feel a sense of peace and stillness within them, and are gradually transmuted to beings of Order. Scions of Chaos are wounded by merely being here.
2RP: REMNANT BOX: Crown of Silence: A legenrady artifact once worn on the brows of the kings of Kremnor, the crown gants the wearer an aura of stillness. At the will of the bearer, everything in the general vicinity will slow down or stop, and noises will become quieter, even silent. An artifact of Order, it is repulsive and antithetical to those Chaotic of mind. It is said that in a time of great anarchy and mayhem, the one who finds the Crown will herald the coming of a new age of peace.

Edited for further fluff! I've kept the Chosen slot as a title rather than describing it for anyone wanting to claim it.

Resist temptation to berzerker rage at the halflings. If they happen to find me, punch them to death while screaming about their mothers' unspeakable dalliances. Otherwise stay in cover.

Quote from: Vector on April 30, 2013, 01:28:16 am

I have only 150 more pages to read of this 2500p brick.  Motivation please, halp ._.  I have read 950 pages so far today.

try not to think about how many pages you have left or those 150 might just be your longest read.

Do it. Think about how many pages you'v read already and realize - pshaw! 150? That's nothing, beeyatch - I JUST READ 2350 PAGES! YOU STAND NO CHANCE AGAINST MY (AND BY THAT I MEAN YOUR) SKILLS!

Quote from: Max White on April 30, 2013, 12:48:26 am

Slabbage Dragossus.

That's a 5 green green 6/6 Magic card.

I have no idea what that was, but I imagine it involved radish sorcery.