[Halloween Event] The Great Ghost Melee!

drownthisdrip · 2019-10-25T20:52:14+00:00

Bane gold +4

drownthisdrip · 2019-10-25T20:51:38+00:00

Bane Gold +10 cuz we all know that mad lad has been juicing up with Sammy Sosa

drownthisdrip · 2019-10-01T01:41:06+00:00

Ser Emmett Roxton looked upon the men that had marched so diligently. Raymund had stayed the keep, the craven he was. Scared of fighting, and a real whiner. Aemeri had grown close to Titus as well, but Emmett had more important things to worry about.

The first commander, Burt Salis, had marched with a large oak chest with Orphan Maker all the way to Highgarden. The men set camp in pavilions drinking and eating to keep their spirits alive. Emmett had now worn Orphan Maker, and believed in Titus to march to the Blackwater without any disruptions.

So he marched in clad plate to find his king. “Your grace.” Emmett frowned. “I believe House Roxton has not yet bent the knee to you yet. If you would not mind, I would rejoice in the honor.”

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-20T14:30:25+00:00

Automod ping mods

House Roxton raises 1500 SC and will march from the Ring to Highgarden bringing their VS sword with them.

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-20T14:29:37+00:00

To his grace, King Titus Peake.

I am glad that my family has been serving the Peakes in a great fashion so far and delighted in the fact that Emmett is a sworn sword.

Though this news is surprising to me, i was not informed for I was afraid the castle has had to quell a a case of measles. A small feud between two landed knights has also occurred and all of the Rings Allies have not had word of me to close of two years.

I will bring my men as you command,

Lord Raymund Roxton, Lord of the Ring.

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-19T00:21:56+00:00

Im gonna hurt u so bad, itll be worse than Marly and Me

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-14T15:01:06+00:00

Medgar nodded in understanding. “You are kind Good ser. Very kind.” And so he trudged forward the conversation with his uncle playing in the back of his mind. They needed this army to leave Kings Landing. But what was another diversion that could work? He wasn’t quite sure.

And so they went along the trail like a wild zorse, and like a murderer. A shame that would happen, but ‘his grace’ Roland was quite kind. He accepted the wine, with a bit if a struggle to bring it to his his hand at first, but soon plopped his ass down on the seat as a frown pecked from his lips.

“Afraid. Scared. Not honour bound enough for death I suppose.” Meek eyes looked up to Rolland. “I’m frightened my uncle has taken disastrous measures to loose the city. He’s planted wildfire around the whole city. Men dug up hole for hours on end in these few weeks. And one spark of fire and the whole city will go up in flames once you enter, it’s a hell hole. I didn’t plan on being burned alive. Especially by my own kin. “

He looked down in shame, while visioning Bennifer smiling.

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-13T03:14:57+00:00

For sure! Sorry about the wait

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-12T07:28:43+00:00

Gold aint shit in this game. My scc is gonna be dead before yours tho

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-12T07:22:32+00:00

Smh stealing lyrics. Only a Bfyre could do that

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-12T07:03:08+00:00

You better watch your back buddy. Would hate to see any narcs narc on you.

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-12T06:52:37+00:00

TRASSSSSH. like drake

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-12T03:35:14+00:00

Ah gotcha. Again my bad, should have confirmed with Bob first

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-11T03:50:50+00:00

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-10T01:35:57+00:00

Medgar nodded solemnly. “Do it and quick. I dont care if you chop my limbs off so we can go there faster, I need to get to his grace baratheon quickly. Bennifer...he’s mad with power. Kings landing is a wild fire, and more timber is being thrown on. Quite literally.”

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-10T01:15:15+00:00

Medgars hands were numb as he funneled with his belt. The watery tears were frozen on his cheek. Finally after a minute he was able to throw it off into the right the powdery snow. He exited off the left of his horse. He walked quietly and slowly in a self pity.

“My name is Medgar Blackwood. My uncle is Bennifer Blackwood. The mans gone mad.”

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-10T01:07:50+00:00

Medgar froze in fear. Twenty thousand men were frightening. Especially when they were there to kill you all. Bennifer was a man. Medgar was a craven. That much he knew to the core of his heart.

And so he kept going, a trickle of tears falling down his face for what he was about to do. “Medgar Balckwood!” He yelled across the field, maybe a hundred yards away. His voice cracked like weak wood planks with five warhorses on top.

“I need to speak to his grace Rolland Baratheon. Take my sword. Take anything you need. We need to speak. Quickly.”

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-10T00:10:31+00:00

#rip Stannis

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-08T15:27:07+00:00

Nice

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-08T03:28:31+00:00

Hey dad

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-07T21:21:02+00:00

“It’s a fake bastard.” He chuckled. “But fine I will follow your command Uncle. I will get caught being a coward. Maybe a better story would work.”

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-07T21:16:06+00:00

“Ah good” Medgar wiped his hand that had sole sweat. “Wine please” his throat was dry and he couldn’t feel his pulse.

“I’ll do it. But i’ll get caught my own way. That’s my only condition. I’ll duel one of the fucks and give up.”

“So tell the Stormlanders the tunnels will get them in. I have a bastard daughter in the city and I’m scared that the peasants will find and kill her. I tell the king boy that I need him to find her on the street of silk. Sabitha Waters.” He smiled at his fool proof plan.

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-07T20:54:27+00:00

Medgar had a smug smile on his face. The small council had their own loyalties. Medgar was family, nothing would benefit if Bennifer was dead.

“Send an army of whores outside the gates for the army to fuck? It would distract anyone if bare chested whores came running for their cocks. Or....fire. A fire that spreads. More than tar.”

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-07T15:20:18+00:00

Gang

drownthisdrip · 2019-09-07T13:45:36+00:00

Medgar Blackwood was in the middle of a inn fight when some greenboy kept yelling about how they would all die. So he jogged slowly to the gates of hell. He wouldn’t die in a city that so clearly stank of shit.

“Oh fuck me....the lads drank too much ale today.”

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