hello all

[Silvius]

I would beg the favor of a contract. I am a humble merchant warrior in need of a kingdom to serve, I once visited this fair land in December of last year and I am now returned, I seek the title of Burgess.
Please refer me to whomever I need to be in good standing with. I believe the time to be fearless is soon upon us. Long live the Duchy of Wessex, and long live the Duke!

be well-

Silvius

[Manus Dei]

It seems you have already been made a subject of Wessex, Silvius. Alas, to become a burgess you need to own an enterprise, but being a villein is a step in the right direction...

Now that you're back, why don't you contact one of our heralds about a sig, and fill out the sig request form?

[Chrono Veincrusher]

Welcome back Silvius

[Godric Whitetree]

Good to see you've returned. Welcome back.

[Aiden Morild]

Welcome Back

[Oprah]

Welcome back:D

[Armaru]

Welcome back :p

[Beric Veincrusher]

Welcome home

[Silvius]

Nice to see you all again. I have a request in for a Sig, and that's that. I plan to open a Bowyer shop in town.
Magic bows, anyone?

[Aiden Morild]

No thank you normal bows for me

HEADSHOT!!!

[Beric Veincrusher]

Yes, no aimbots please. :D

[Silvius]

NEVER! That would be below despicable. I am an artisan.

[Chrono Veincrusher]

No need for magic bows anymore.
While you where gone the elvish and a few more races almost vanished....

The world is now populated with 96% Dwarfs.
Perhaps start a pickaxe shop?

[Silvius]

ha - just wait and see if the archers that I outfit will give you any cover at all. 'Head for Chrono!', the orks will say, 'he's all on his own.'

[Chrono Veincrusher]

Haha. Did the Elfs run away?
No problems. I will lure them into a trap and then take them down!
They might be big and many, But not so smart!

[Beric Veincrusher]

I think Dwarven Pride has won once again.

[Surly von Fishbarrel]

As though it ever loses?

[Silvius]

ha you dwarves are all the same. Have another stein, you mental midgets!

[Komako the Hawk]

I believe once the entire Dwarven race sobers up, they will realize how poor their hygiene is, how other races look down upon them, and that the world does not indeed revolve around the lengths of their beards. The result will be a crippling depression among the Dwarven race, resulting in an economic crash, and the birth of a dysfunctional emotionally sensitive A.A. Society where the social functions involve razors... and beards.

[Silvius]

and they'll just put buckets over their heads, and play chicken with each other...

[Oakk Haddock]

HUBBUB! Go drink some tea!

[Surly von Fishbarrel]

I believe once the entire Dwarven race sobers up, they will realize how poor their hygiene is, how other races look down upon them, and that the world does not indeed revolve around the lengths of their beards. The result will be a crippling depression among the Dwarven race, resulting in an economic crash, and the birth of a dysfunctional emotionally sensitive A.A. Society where the social functions involve razors... and beards.That's a scary thought.

Oh well, good thing we never sober up, huh? Now shut your whine-hole!

[Aethelric Brandt]

Maybe the barbs are not too far from our Irish -- if it weren't for their eternal whiskey-induced stupor, they could probably conquer the known planes?