Clan Chat: The Pravens
Religion: No set religion
Homeworld: W42
Out of Character Leaders: Zavak, Cralix, Chris
In Character Leaders: Zavak, Cralix, Chris
Thread Moderators: Zavak, Cralix, Chris
Allies:
Fremennik Isles
Kompaniya Tsar
Enemies:
Ardougne
Chosen Battalion
Dimitri Voshan
James Craven
War Status:
We are in an ongoing conflict.
Green
- Peace
Yellow
- Tensions Brewing
Red
- Conflict
SimplyColten
said
:
Cralix walked into the main hall, his pace was steady and undeterred with the wariness that threatened to seep into his bones. The soldiers gathered in the main hall for meals looked up as the werewolf silently made way past them, alerted by the drops of blood falling from what he wielded in his right hand. He'd stop in the corner, immediately one of the men of the Pravonic Order would hurry to his side, softly he would address him, "A spike, please.." His voice was strong, ever grim with the darkness of Morytania that existed there. In moments the spike was delivered and driven into the stone of the corner. Cralix would hoist what remained of Dimitri Voshan and skewer it upon the point of the spike. The head hung in a pulp, flesh hanging in disarray about the lifeless features of the mahjarrat.
The main hall froze a moment, knowing what this meant. Then quickly, the silence faded and things returned to what they were perusual. Cralix turned lightly on his heels and padded toward his chambers.
I remember when I was enemies with someone I killed.
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Gwust
Clan Chat: The Pravens
Religion: No set religion
Homeworld: W42
Out of Character Leaders: Zavak, Cralix, Chris
In Character Leaders: Zavak, Cralix, Chris
Thread Moderators: Zavak, Cralix, Chris
Allies:
Fremennik Isles
Kompaniya Tsar
Enemies:
Ardougne
Chosen Battalion
Dimitri Voshan
James Craven
War Status:
We are in an ongoing conflict.
Green
- Peace
Yellow
- Tensions Brewing
Red
- Conflict
SimplyColten
said
:
Cralix walked into the main hall, his pace was steady and undeterred with the wariness that threatened to seep into his bones. The soldiers gathered in the main hall for meals looked up as the werewolf silently made way past them, alerted by the drops of blood falling from what he wielded in his right hand. He'd stop in the corner, immediately one of the men of the Pravonic Order would hurry to his side, softly he would address him, "A spike, please.." His voice was strong, ever grim with the darkness of Morytania that existed there. In moments the spike was delivered and driven into the stone of the corner. Cralix would hoist what remained of Dimitri Voshan and skewer it upon the point of the spike. The head hung in a pulp, flesh hanging in disarray about the lifeless features of the mahjarrat.
The main hall froze a moment, knowing what this meant. Then quickly, the silence faded and things returned to what they were perusual. Cralix turned lightly on his heels and padded toward his chambers.
I remember when I was enemies with someone I killed.
Aren't we just birds of the same feather? Let's hang out some time, get a pizza, play some ski ball.
"Thank you for the tragedy, I need it for my art."