www.DarkGrimoire.com

*grins broardly alot*

not three words

Ah but was it the END.
Often one end is but a new begining,
Skils Gannon walked down the forrest path whistling a merry tune when.....

Think a good idea if this type of comp happens again is for the Gods to keep the period it is happen secret. This way there will be no false helpfulness just because we are all aware that it is a contest and we could be rewarded.

I cannot see how role play can be forced. It is up to you if you wish to enter. (the actual event will not be acted out in Valorn in game play so there will not have to be any avoiding this event, the Union is only trying to come up with a fun "battleships" type game to give out prizes of ...

Congrats Korba

This is for a guild mate who is having problems registering with the forum at the moment,



Nate Vaine char 84971

Char No 7424

I was only making the point that Valorn is not so simple as black and white as portrayed earlier in the posts. Adventurers will always have their differences it is human nature but I also believe and have seen it many times that these differences are put aside in times of need. I know the Iron Knigh...

Wheeee I agree with VG

Is not friends, a wife and your home town about yourself? Surely rebuilding your hometown is about your interests not a cause. What about those who fight but gain fame at the same time, like the Iron Knights, in unison with a cause but gaining fame because of it. Does that mean their contribution is...

Correct me if I am wrong,
But isnt fighting for friends, a wife and your hometown a little selfish if you are preaching selflisness and putting aside differences.
Surely you should fight for all?
Even these notorious fame grabbers.

Answer to the Swamp question,

There once was a rogue called Skils Gannon,
he thought he would ride the cannon.
To the swamp he flew protected from goo,
by naught but the size of his shoe.

*wakes up vowing never to mix ale and rhyming again*

*wonders if he can have his vest back*

Maroon like my vest *hands it over for Carrol to try on*
I was caught in a downpour last week so it is even clean.
matches the jeans as well *nods*

I was but a mere initiate fresh from the sewers when I entered Jeffrey's and spied the beast. There it sat perched on the countertop, golden eyed and foaming at the mouth, protected by its translucent armor casing. This was no mere rat but a foe worthy of respect. Five times we clashed before the be...