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| Author: | thetangerinetornado [ Tue, Jan 30 2018, 2:00 AM ] |
| Post subject: | Making War - Honor, Glory, and Brotherhood [locs within] |
*note tacked to the board at Kampos, Wharftown, Cordor, and in Ne’sek* Seeking like minded followers of the war gods for training, battle planning, and camaraderie. The merely bloodthirsty need not apply. Those without the stomach for a real man’s war also need not apply. All sentient races accepted. Zaavan *an image of a blood red chess piece is seared into the notice* |
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| Author: | Pinkhaml86 [ Tue, Jan 30 2018, 5:31 AM ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Making War - Honor, Glory, and Brotherhood [locs within] |
*a reply at kampos* We should meet up. Andreus Larson |
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| Author: | SamTheGiantSlayer [ Tue, Jan 30 2018, 7:12 AM ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Making War - Honor, Glory, and Brotherhood [locs within] |
Another short reply is posted at Kampo's. |
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| Author: | Broldi [ Tue, Jan 30 2018, 7:20 AM ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Making War - Honor, Glory, and Brotherhood [locs within] |
In response in Cordor, posted up by a large, black winged malicious visage of what he was. Quote: No bloodthirsty? How about the flesh-craving? I'll be seeing you, "Warrior", and dinner time comes.
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| Author: | thetangerinetornado [ Wed, Jan 31 2018, 2:48 AM ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Making War - Honor, Glory, and Brotherhood [locs within] |
*a burly Hobgoblin in well fitting leathers and a face covering tribal mask appears at Kampos. He collects the responses and reads them with a smile that exposes a mouth full of sharp glistening white teeth. The responses are carefully folded and tucked into a burnished leather folio at his waist. With a glance around he departs on his rounds.* |
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| Author: | thetangerinetornado [ Sat, Feb 03 2018, 1:47 AM ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Making War - Honor, Glory, and Brotherhood [locs within] |
A burly hobgoblin in well fitting leathers and a face covering tribal mask appears at the Cordor Market Hall. He heads for the notice board and says lightly "let's see what we have here". He reads the message in silence and says in the same light casual tone for all to hear "hella dunno know what the word merely means". A moment later the casual facade and jocular visage seem to fade abruptly. Meaty fists clench and unclench, the stance and body language darken. In a voice clearly different than before - deep, grating, menacing, and in a tone dripping with contempt he growls to an unseen companion "No name? Isn't that precious." A moment later the facade returns, he turns on a heel, winks at Hilrash and strides out the door with his dashing cape lightly brushing the floor at his heels. |
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