A mighty fine first evening, great start to the campaign 
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Imps , many imps, more imps, more, MORE!
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In search of the forces in pursuit of the Cosmic Crown of Terror, an Alliance offensive rode out to separate and investigate the ruins of Caer Darrow and Strahnbrad.
However, evil has eyes in all dark places. Morsteth Blightreek’s voice echoed across the hills in taunt, and then came charging the forces of the Grim Gest and the Rotgarde to seize Highperch, quelling the Alliance’s hunt before it had even began.
what a fun first night 
some updates to restricted rppvp rules, what with this being our first rodeo since shadowlands
BANNED:
COVOKE
CHAIN HARVEST
CC CONDUIT DOOR OF SHADOWS
AVENGING LIGHT
be sensible with covenant abilities; overuse will be stamped out. only people that can go ham with cov abilities are healers. and no more placing of love fools/dummies/turnips you cheeky warlocks 
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Allow us to introduce ourselves, knight…
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cmonbruh!!
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excerpt “Words Said 5 Seconds Into a Fight: Volume II”
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Unrestricted PVP will commence for those signed up approximately after 22:00 RT once the restricted has been concluded for the night. We will begin with a capped number of people and adjust accordingly to our needs and wants.
If you are willing to participate, please whisper Bellamina on Alliance and Xotrios on Horde to enter. Do note that it is first-come, first-serve so reserves are allowed to participate too.
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Here’s some screenshots from first night. There’ll be more from the second one!
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Oh, hey, I can post this now that the surprise has worn off.
The sepulchre, which normally lay in a serene quietness, was all but turned into a private laboratory this eve. Deep within the central crypt, its fluorescent green hues cascading from the walls of the numerous antechambers, a series of rituals and procedures were taking place. For many hours had Sir Roderick toiled and tested himself, now aided in turn by the Chapter’s newest Sister; a Gnomish female Ebon by the name of Fizznitch. Proving herself invaluable to the cause already, the fallen Paladin was impressed by their standing knowledge of the Unholy and dark chemistry. The duo had but one sole objective: to mass produce, and consequently inject into a host of Ghouls, a concoction of an extremely volatile and acidic nature. Countless phials, beakers and a gargantuan cauldron had been utilised for this monumental task-- A slew of test subjects lay broken and quasi-liquified to the wayside of the crypt, spent and no longer of any use. Whereas the Knights of Acherus felt neither fatigue nor sleep, the strain that had been placed upon Roderick’s psyche had commenced to take its toll from time to time. A procedure such as this could have been achieved within a week’s time without issue-- Yet he was granted naught but a singular day’s rotation to fully complete and deliver the fruits of their collaborative labour. It was after many hours that, foaming and effervescing, attempting to dissolve and devour the very receptacle in which it was collected, Roderick held his twelfth prototype aloft and examined it with an auspicious expression painted upon his facial features. With his per-usual apathetic tone of voice did he ring true within the sepulcher.
“Prepare the vessels for immediate procedure. Note down the alchemical components and quantities of this cycle; we have a successful and favourable reaction.”
With this stated as such, Sir Roderick decanted the successful concoction within several phials, so as to guarantee future reference points. Swiftly collecting the reagents and ingredients of the tincture, easily counting within the realm of fifty or so separate components from his workspace, the Knight went to work on mass replicating the solution to a problem most pressing. It would take many more hours before the project had neared its conclusion, yet here they stood in full; four dozen or so ghouls in total, filled to the brim with the vile concoction which took everything from the two Knights involved. As an added offensive, the two chemists saw it fit to include a certain mixture of Unholy ichor and bile as well, the result of which now too swirled and coalesced itself within the frames of every Ghouls and Geist there present. Living weapons - Walking, volatile machinations of war. A true magnum opus.
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A half-dog-half-man creature stalks the Drywhisker Mine at night.
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Here’s an album of screenshots from day 2:
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Looks like a lot of fun!
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Three days of sick RPvP so far, very balanced (especially so considering it’s the first RPvP campaign the host has ran for the public, props!) and mad fun.
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Here’s an album of some screenshots from the third day!
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If the last four days have been anything to go by, tomorrow is going to be EPIC!
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The Black Book III - 36-02-10
“En’othk uulg’shuul…“ the voice said, and all who heard it felt their strength falter, and their wills soften. Great must be his hybris, thought that sullen captain of rangers, to leave his precious grimoire unguarded. He found it amidst several possessions that paled before it. The Black Book whispered with a malice that weighted on Emeric like a stone, and upon touching the dark covers, he felt weak, as though gotten with great fever. A cold string of words from the deep earth it was, spoken in the tongue sometimes called Shath’Yar, never meant for mortal men to hear or pronounce. To hear the elder-speak, was a sickness to the head, painful and familiar like the sounds come out of darkest Dernglen whose blasphemous power wove the air that night. “Mh’za uulwi skshgn kar… “ He felt lethargic.
But there were many rangers in the Baron’s tent, that night, and more than one man to carry the burden, as needed, and so they emerged under the nightsky as thieves, hiding the cursed tome beneath heavy ranger cloaks. It was the size of a shield, and appeared like that of a void in the world, pages black and cursed. With the Black Book in possession, the rangers snuck back whence they had come, to their side of the Northfold Crossing. From there, the insidious prize for which Elyza Lee had died, long ago, was taken to the Tower of Arathor.
The story unfurls with blasphemous black books and bloodsucking bloodstone gems! Be there, for the epic finale!
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Here’s the screenshot album of day 4!
Looking forward to the epic finale tonight, and what may unfold.
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Epic campaign + epic finale. Big shoutout to Cotter + Morsteth for hosting and for all the guys helping out with the campaign, was top five for sure.
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It’s not just a worm.
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I much enjoyed rping with both sides over the last couple of days. Big thanks to the organisers!
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