Grim Views

You nod at Cobrak. Cobrak nods at you. Leyujin says: 'ey der brotha. Desim unzips the body bag and pulls the succubus's corpse out There was a grievous wound in her abdomen, a blade had pierced through her, leaving a hole large enough to see through. Some sort of autopsy had been performed, leaving ...

Well well well. Happy Birthday Khorvis!

Syreena wrote:"Shaelie says: Clearly this is Sanctuary's fault."

"Lilliana says: Well sure, it's a sad world, I'm sure there's crying everywhere."

Shaelie and Lilliana have comic gold in this here thread.

So, if you, like me, incessantly gobble up visual media in the form of funny cartoons on the internet, Pavlovianly making a circuit of your favorite webcomic sites repeatedly even though you KNOW they haven't updated, because you just checked five minutes ago, here's the beginnings of a list for eve...

Happy Birthday to our resident Drunken Panda!

YES! CRUSH THE ALLIANCE FOR PONIES, MY HORDELINGS! FOR PONIES!

Sorry I missed this spontaneity. Must have been one of those world PvP snowballs that turns into an avalanche.

Honor System Gear playing such a huge factor in PvP isn't great. PvP talent system will help to balance PvP independently from PvE. Abilities only work in PvP. You unlock more and more, giving you more options as you PvP more. Abolish Magic - Dispel all magic every 2 sec for 6 sec. Replaces Dispel ...

((Oh maaaan.

Everything's fucked))

((No, Lupinum! He's lost yet another soul who's dear to him [and who dismembered him, but what are friends for amirite]. Don't fall to the inexorable gravity well of grief!))

Happy-friggin-birthday to you, Lupinum!

*Setting: several weeks before the assault on Grim Batol, at the Borrowed Time garrison. Fhenrir has just met with Leyu'jin, Khorvis, Naheal, Kex'ti, and several members of the Grim regarding the impending invasion. Their assembly has dispersed, and Naheal requests Leyu'jin's attention for further d...

Leyu'jin grit his teeth as he sat in the silence of his room, deep within the Grim bastion. He had kept his emotions absolutely hidden from the rest of his guildmates, for so long now, but here in the privacy of his quarters he could barely restrain himself from screaming with rage. The stress and s...

Hrmmph. Wut use be a troll wit' a broken soul? , the white-haired warrior ruminated bitterly as he glanced at himself in the sheet of polished steel that served as his mirror. Running his fingers over the jagged splinters of bone at the tip of his right tusk, he snorted and sat down, heavily, on hi...

This guy is the reason I'm even in the Grim. Him and Trilok were the first Grim (and RPers, for that matter) that I ever met on Twisting Nether. Welcome back, Sir Emmons.

The white-haired troll grinned and nodded. "Aye. Enuff talkin'." He waves imperiously. "Joo all know wut we face, now it be da time ta knock down Morinth's door an' git back our own. Grim, move out!"

((Tying this up so Cobrak can begin writing the battle RP.))