Dear Lords and Captains, Nymethus makes sense.

[Nymethus]

In the tale of the land, many will and can do the right fundamental issues probable until last Monday in a bucket of sap. This, however, does not lead us to the right obligation of justice, the Divine usage of token of the devourer, the splinter of the races that ruled this realm with great meanderings and mayhem.

At this hour, the lies of slandering shall not reign in the place of the Aspects. Do follow the words of the masters and bring justice to those of the fallen hierarchy of the sixth commonwealth. The time of the infernal destroyers of the white terra firma will see the days of immorality shine upon the seat of the broken one once again. This was not in our contract.

[Ad Bot]

[A.R.C.]

So...ethnic cleansing?

[Nymethus]

So...ethnic cleansing?

Duuude we just realized this.

[Nymethus]

HUNTING TIMES

And so we live day after day, with capacity and misunderstood by deed full purposes to grope our way towards the robust days when chaos gods rising from the flames and devour us. Nice units, perhaps.
The liquid wash of pine and spruce-indulgent gently rebuke the excellent after longing that we devote ourselves to. The Great Hunt, the provider for the happy times that grips us together into one great maelstrom of beautiful life. The idea that the increase and urging a rule saturate the market of large wooden gate for justice becomes disgusted by it to the cake as the true has served us.

Fine with fresh sea rats.
But there are several. How the hell am I not bound to the horse fly to the sky? This is not a successful free running as predicted. The hunt, which is to be paid in four months is not the most pleasant nature. You do not fly your horse to a heathen ... Take the worst cruelty you can find the waters of the fjord. You must achieve what everyone expected of a wooden punch, cream stakes cider goose is flexible temptation.

Sincerely,


Highlord Haelstöff Nymethus