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4 yrs ago
Current Sometimes it doesn’t matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it.
4 yrs ago
Merry Easter, one and all. Happy Day if you celebrate it or, if not, I just hope it was a happy day anyways
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4 yrs ago
Just had a long weekend of travel, weddings, and hangovers. I will reply ASAP once my head stops hurting. Apologies for the delay
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4 yrs ago
You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.
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4 yrs ago
Remember never to step on a mans Timbs. Entirely not based.

Bio

Hey there, I assume you want to know about me so here it is...

The name is gowia (g-ow-ee-ah) or Alex. Or anything else you come up with, I'm not fussy.

I am a 25 year old male, though comfortably I'll play anything as a character.

I am a Brit born and bred and so that is my lingo, I use British words and love my slang, and if I don't seem to make sense I may simply be using English idioms that don't translate outside the rural country abodes I swan around.

I enjoy all sorts of things, I am an avid football (soccer) player and supporter, adore music, and live for a good story. I am in love with history. So you will always get a decent plot or conversation out of me on that subject.

If there is anything else you need to ask, feel free too. I swear I don't bite... much.

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Toaw said
Yay?


Perhaps...you could end up with all the power...who knows?
And I am posted. :)
Since his appointment as Spy-Master had gone through Ragnar had worn the council robes of his predecessors who had also formerly held the post on any state occasion. The attire included a pair of fine dark brown leather boots, followed by black cloth trousers tucked into the boots. His chest and arms were coated in a similar black cloth shirt that carried gold buttons. The crowning jewel of the outfit was the jacket, it was made from the finest of black bear pelts and then highlighted with a greyish ink. Finally he wore a pair of black leather gloves that two were highlighted in the same grey dye. This made the whole outfit appear slightly ghostly (despite the gold buttons) and that was the feeling he was after. Listening to each of the Jarls as they spoke he thought carefully. Coldmarch was a great distance from both the Elves and the Dwarves and so he would be little help in commenting on their temperament and previous encounters however this also made him quite valuable. He wouldn't be blinded by pretenses and apparent good will. He could look at each individual on what they said and how they sold themselves. The other Jarls may have been focusing on the two kingdoms however as Otrygg had said there seemed to be pirates in the north and that was something that affected Colmarch immediately and he had experience in that area.

"Jarls."

Ragnar raised his hand before speaking.

"We all know that the history between the elves and the dwarves is not a pretty one but one painted in blood. There is distrust between the two nations and we cannot be drawn into this. Offering friendship with one could easily be seen the same as forming a coalition against the other. We cannot afford to insult either yet we can't simply not say anything as that would insult both. We are stuck at an impasse that requires further thought. Perhaps we should attempt to seek further diplomatic meetings with each nation? And try to discover what each nation desires of us as well as increase the possibility of trade and, on a slightly darker note, scout out their land a little. If circumstances were to come that war were declared it could provide an insight into some of their terrain and the struggles we would face. On more pressing issues we have all been told of the pirate sails in the north seas. These will hurt all of us and need to be dealt with before it can hamstring us, the treasury is already next to empty and we cannot afford to either buy the ships off or engage in a full scale conflict. We must find a way to protect our interests and insure those of nations invested in us. Does anyone have any ideas in regards to that?"

Ragnar sipped at some wine before looking from face to face. He had some ideas himself however he wished to know what the other Jarls, who seemed to have skipped over the event, had on the issue.
Iluvatar, I just released you were praying to me...someone is earning their brownie points ;)

Also I have read the points put forward by Duck and MrFoxNews about their empire merger. I have made my decision on what will happen because of it (If it goes through.) So they now have a choice, since MrFoxNews has offered it he has basically asked for it however Duck still needs to accept the offer in the IC, it still may not happen. That is their decision since I wont have what I tell them effect their choice..

Also if the merger is going to happen then I will be advancing the date immediately with event galore :)
Jack laughed as Drake introduced him, the man had always had such a way with words. Pushing the plugs in he shooed the girls off before leaving them on the sofa and walked up to the edge of the stage. Taking a deep breath he slowed himself and then stepped out. The air was thick with the stench of gig and he loved it, it was like his drug. Sauntering up too his mic he winked at a couple of the girls in the front before pointing at Drake.

"Thankyou for that...heart warming...introduction Drake."

Jack turned to the crowd again now and gave that wry little smile he always did before singing.

" Are you..."

Jack paused.

"...fucking ready?"

His last word was drowned out mostly by the crowd and as he finished the song burst out of the speakers as if his bandmates had read his mind on when to come in. The song started out quietly in fact however it built. Like water against a dam it was simply waiting to be let go. Jack started singing more high pitched now in the chorus of the song, inviting the crowd to sing along. As the chorus finished the music was released, Drake slammed out a short guitar solo before the others jumped in and Jack was singing more deeply now, much to his preference. His deep tones resonated around the room sending most of the crowd mental. People were dancing, clapping and moshing. It was carnage, exactly how Jack liked it.
Ahhh so every Sunday?
Also...somebody do something stupid! Have a war and lets liven up the Rp...thats not an order just a spectator and GM's opinion :3
Right Duck and MrFoxNews I want you to PM your reasons as to why this union will work, I want to see how you think this will turn out. Since your understanding of your own nations will be better than mine even looking at your NSs. Further more nobody is going to be hit by a plague (Just yet perhaps) since the union hasn't yet become official. I will decide if there are precursor problems based on the PM sent to me. That will be the last I hear on the matter in the OOC. I want all discussions to do with this union to go through me and anybody else considered involved via PM. Thankyou and have a pleasant evening :)
Jack winked at Drake as he strummed the guitar and took his position off stage. He always started off stage, it gave the others to both warm up the crowd and be the focus of attention without his singing getting in the way. The heart of the concert would be all him and then the others could have some solos and the end. It was a good way to give everyone some time in the limelight. Waving his hand a couple of young, skinny blonde bimbos came over carrying a bottle of water and his mic. He always got the manager to pick a couple of girls like that from the crowd on each gig to be his little assistants. He loved the attention and the girls loved being backstage, it was a win win. If he got to shag them that night as well then it was just a bonus. Sitting down on a sofa off stage a bimbo wrapped herself around each of his arms and he sipped the water as he mused on the venue. The place was a shit hole yet, as Drake had sold it to them, it was a shithole where a lot of big artists had been spotted there was certainly going to be at least 1 producer in the crowd or at the bar and he was going to make them want more. This was his chance to stop putting on music for the radio and start making music for the radio instead. Taking another sip the sounds of shouting and quick shuffling cut through the quiet as the doors were finally opened. Some of the crowd would be fans who certainly would be the loudest however a majority would simply be here for a good time and he was counting on Drake and the others to warm up the crowd and get them really going.

"Pass us the earplugs hunny, I'm gunna need them in a sec."

He pointed the girl on his right arm to the pale plastic ear plugs that meant he could hear the music but not deafen himself.
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