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Ci Arovannea wrote:American't

very funny, love

Maneiras wrote:How dare you talk to a German supremacist, if you do then the Orientist will no longer be frens with SriBoth felines snuggles with Milize, overwhelming her with their warmth, now you've got a taste of a normal day in my office.

Yeah I'm chill, well not too chill but enough to enjoy the day

How do you pronounce your name, I always try to say it

Dagon-Terra wrote:
The horses trot and the wheels turn outside the march of a great host can be heard all the while rain assaults the roof of the carriage with such force that the young man thinks it shall surely break but it does not. He looks in front of him once again taking in the visage of his prophet an old man whose bones seem to be jutting out of his deep purple robe that has seemingly not been washed since the conquest of that castle 79 years ago.

His eyes are green, sunken into their sockets and.. Are those scales on his face? The young man who had only been brought to serve as translator for the courts of France who in their petulance refused to learn the dagonic tongue wished to ask the prophet why he looked so malformed but he dared not upset the man who could bring the might of Dagon upon him.

To his surprise the Prophet spoke in a deep raspy voice “I see that thee look upon me like new subjects look upon mine armies of Dagonspawn, I know my visage is.. Unnatural the power invested unto me by Father Dagon is immense and my mortal flesh was not properly prepared for it. Thus my form twists, my eyes sink, flesh weakens to the point where bones stick out and my skin slowly becomes like scales.”

He pauses for a moment breathing in then out “But make no mistake my power will make Europa shake if they do not cease sending these pointless crusades.” Silence filled the carriage as it stopped the Prophet flicked his hand and the door opened “Boy. Go and find out what the issue is.”

The young man stepped out while the rain continued to pour….

Malachie and Liridia suffer my pinging wrath!!!

“My Lord it was just the frankish royal guardsmen, there is some conflict with the romans and the king of France worries that the truce may not hold long enough for our discussions so he has deployed men-at-arms.” The now drenched translator says to Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn and a reply comes forth “Good. Come then sit.”

Time passes and the carriage stops once more now outside of the palace Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn flicks his hand and the door of the carriage opens the translator stepping out first and then the Prophet of the Cult of Dagon steps out the true extent of the corruption of his body on full display for all to see. Frankish veterans of cruel campaigns are seen recoiling upon seeing him.

He pricks his pinky finger and lets two drops of blood fall onto the ground he then raises his hand and from the two drops of blood fishmen rise “You are to guard my carriage.” He then turns and greets the member of Franko-Papal delegation and the translator explains what he is saying including a request to enter the palace “Permission granted my Lord” the two delegations enter the palace and walk to the designated room.

“My Lord has asked what is the purpose for which you have summoned him Christians?” says the translator “Your swift conquest of Albion is concerning to Christendom we desire an assurance that you will not expand onto the continent.” The Translator explains the request and replies “No, Dagons will be done and his will is a world led by his appointed servants on Terra.” Upon hearing this the Papal delegate said “I feared as much” As he raised a golden crucifix and began chanting in latin Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn realised to late what the cardinal was doing a wave of golden light washed over the rotting prophet burning his skin forcing him to fall back and grab his staff of the translator, pointing it at the still chanting cardinal as he channels most of his remaining strength he casts a spell that in years to come would be remembered as the Black Death.

The Translator helps Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn out of the palace when the reach the exit dead dagonspawn and humans alike are seen littering the ground but.. The carriage she still stands! The Translator and Prophet speed into the carriage and order the driver to make haste back to the Dagonic Channel…

Nobody to ping now :(

Mahagura and Vajrastan wrote:How do you pronounce your name, I always try to say it

I say "Mahn-ih-ras" (as in Manila) or "Mahn-air-ahs"

Dagon-Terra wrote:
“My Lord it was just the frankish royal guardsmen, there is some conflict with the romans and the king of France worries that the truce may not hold long enough for our discussions so he has deployed men-at-arms.” The now drenched translator says to Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn and a reply comes forth “Good. Come then sit.”

Time passes and the carriage stops once more now outside of the palace Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn flicks his hand and the door of the carriage opens the translator stepping out first and then the Prophet of the Cult of Dagon steps out the true extent of the corruption of his body on full display for all to see. Frankish veterans of cruel campaigns are seen recoiling upon seeing him.

He pricks his pinky finger and lets two drops of blood fall onto the ground he then raises his hand and from the two drops of blood fishmen rise “You are to guard my carriage.” He then turns and greets the member of Franko-Papal delegation and the translator explains what he is saying including a request to enter the palace “Permission granted my Lord” the two delegations enter the palace and walk to the designated room.

“My Lord has asked what is the purpose for which you have summoned him Christians?” says the translator “Your swift conquest of Albion is concerning to Christendom we desire an assurance that you will not expand onto the continent.” The Translator explains the request and replies “No, Dagons will be done and his will is a world led by his appointed servants on Terra.” Upon hearing this the Papal delegate said “I feared as much” As he raised a golden crucifix and began chanting in latin Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn realised to late what the cardinal was doing a wave of golden light washed over the rotting prophet burning his skin forcing him to fall back and grab his staff of the translator, pointing it at the still chanting cardinal as he channels most of his remaining strength he casts a spell that in years to come would be remembered as the Black Death.

The Translator helps Vulgtmoth Hafh’drn out of the palace when the reach the exit dead dagonspawn and humans alike are seen littering the ground but.. The carriage she still stands! The Translator and Prophet speed into the carriage and order the driver to make haste back to the Dagonic Channel…

Nobody to ping now :(

Ping me instead :)

New Westmore wrote:Ping me instead :)

yay

New Westmore wrote:I say "Mahn-ih-ras" (as in Manila) or "Mahn-air-ahs"

I pronounce it “Mahn-e-rest”
Pretty cursed imo

Love Peace and Friendship wrote:We will send 50 to 70,000 preachers momentarily.We have a lot of spare wood. We could using lumber processing, food canning, and clothing production factories. Wages are extremely cheap so not an issue, which is why they are profitable.

Very well then, you can send more so like 1,000 at one time at most since I suddenly having a hundred thousand Demetric Christians would be weird and unlikely.

And yep, we can do that too. So would you mind if we invest into your logging and mining industry? We'll provide you with the necessary machineries to jumpstart other industries as well, primarily manufacturing and food processing.

Maneiras wrote:How dare you talk to a German supremacist, if you do then the Orientist will no longer be frens with SriBoth felines snuggles with Milize, overwhelming her with their warmth, now you've got a taste of a normal day in my office.

Yeah I'm chill, well not too chill but enough to enjoy the day

It literally just makes sense to talk to the superpower a stone's throw across the Demetric from you.

Mahagura and Vajrastan wrote:How do you pronounce your name, I always try to say it

Either 'Man-Eye-Rust' the German way of saying 'Manahira' (the local name), or 'Man-ayy-rust' the English/Valish way.

Ci Arovannea wrote:It literally just makes sense to talk to the superpower a stone's throw across the Demetric from you.

He's a genocider God dammit and you're a nonite state. Better talking with Illiricium or TS at this point if I were you, or a Nonscioan power like Roman or Estande.

Maneiras wrote:Either 'Man-Eye-Rust' the German way of saying 'Manahira' (the local name), or 'Man-ayy-rust' the English/Valish way.

Manahira=Mahagura?!!!
I’m you.
And you’re me.

Mahagura and Vajrastan wrote:Manahira=Mahagura?!!!
I’m you.
And you’re me.

Different lore tho

Maneiras wrote:Different lore tho

I’m a genetically modified clone of you built to be superior to you

Maneiras wrote:How dare you talk to a German supremacist, if you do then the Orientist will no longer be frens with SriBoth felines snuggles with Milize, overwhelming her with their warmth, now you've got a taste of a normal day in my office.

Yeah I'm chill, well not too chill but enough to enjoy the day

*Milize remains silent, giving in to the temptetion as she relaxes, taking a break from being a racist and enjoying life for a change.*

That's good to hear.

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Mahagura and Vajrastan wrote:I’m a genetically modified clone of you built to be superior to you

Unrelated but i have to ask, how the hell do you have a smaller gdp and gdp per capita than me, the literal North Korea of Valsora?

Mahagura and Vajrastan wrote:I’m a genetically modified clone of you built to be superior to you

You wish

Illiricium wrote:*Milize remains silent, giving in to the temptetion as she relaxes, taking a break from being a racist and enjoying life for a change.*

That's good to hear.

Without warning both carried the Il Duce into the nearest sofa and cuddled her like a cat.

Mhm, just finished my morning run! Can't run straight

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