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Post by Uesugi-dono on Aug 13, 2018 7:45:59 GMT
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Aug 13, 2018 8:21:20 GMT
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Aug 16, 2018 18:51:55 GMT
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Solanna
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Post by Solanna on Aug 19, 2018 8:23:04 GMT
October 16th. My Event will be on this. Its gonna be a dream made reality. Probably even be the tipping point that makes me Jarl.
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Aug 19, 2018 9:47:27 GMT
October 16th. My Event will be on this. Its gonna be a dream made reality. Probably even be the tipping point that makes me Jarl. It was? I didn't watch it. Congrats!
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Solanna
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Post by Solanna on Aug 21, 2018 10:41:07 GMT
October 16th. My Event will be on this. Its gonna be a dream made reality. Probably even be the tipping point that makes me Jarl. It was? I didn't watch it. Congrats! Not yet. October 16th with the release of Marching Fire. Thats when my event will be screened. You can be sure I’ll be sharing it
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Aug 23, 2018 11:18:14 GMT
This really is a beautiful game
Can't wait til Marching Fire adds the new graphical upgrade.
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Aug 23, 2018 12:36:15 GMT
Thanks again Solanna for your help with the photoshop assist.
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Solanna
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Post by Solanna on Sept 3, 2018 14:22:29 GMT
Thanks again Solanna for your help with the photoshop assist. Anytime at all. 😊
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Solanna
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Post by Solanna on Sept 8, 2018 4:38:43 GMT
Gravhold has fallen. The time of Solanheim is now upon us!
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Sept 9, 2018 7:14:41 GMT
Gravhold has fallen. The time of Solanheim is now upon us! To translate for the rest of you; the Viking version of cockbreath is OUT. (And there was much celebration)
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Sept 9, 2018 15:23:19 GMT
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Post by Uesugi-dono on Sept 16, 2018 17:13:06 GMT
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Solanna
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Post by Solanna on Dec 25, 2018 15:13:32 GMT
A Jolly Sollie For Honor Christmas Tale
‘Twas the night before Yule, when all through Ishamar, Not a Warborn was stirring, not even a Berserker; The intestines were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that the Shamans would stay out of their hair; Valkyrie was filled with joy in her bed, While visions of Highlander danced in her head, And Raider in his ‘apron, and I in my cape, Had just put aside our axes for a long winter’s sleep, When out in the courtyard there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a duck, Tore open the shutters, and yelled “What the fuck?’’. The moon on the breast of the blood soaked snow, Gave the red glow of morning to objects below; When, what to my hate filled eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight angry reindeer, With a little clanging driver, so lively and thicc, I knew in a moment it must be some Tinnish prick. More rapid than Shinobi’s his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called us all names: “Death to neckbeards, Death to heathens, Death to pagans and barbarians, “Jog on snowapes, Jog on heathens, Jog on you dirty filthy blasphemers; “To the furthest north reaches! To the top of the walls! “I come to spread shit! dash away! dash away all!” As Orochi’s before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, flip up to the sky; So up to the temple roof the coursers they flew, With a sleigh full of trolling - and the fat old tinman too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I crouched ready for combat, and was turning around, Down the chimney the fat fuck came with a bound: He was dressed all in Tin, from his head to his foot, And his armour was all tarnished with ashes and soot; A shitty old poleaxe he flung from his sack, And he looked like a pedophile as he rode on its back: His eyes - how they twinkled! From his helmet so merry, His pauldrons all clanked, his corpse I wouldn’t bury; His droll little Hoho was called out like a crow., But that did not last long as I hurled him from the window; He landed with a thump and broke all his teeth, And the shamans encircled him as my weapons were unsheathed. They tore at his face, and punched at his belly That shook when he screamed, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right greasy idivult, And I laughed when he wailed and began to convulse; A wink of my eye and a twist of my head Soon filled his spirit with unbearable dread. I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, As I leapt from the window and impaled the jerk, And laying bleeding I ordered the shaman take his clothes And giving a nod, onto the spit his corpse goes. The Shamans roasted him well until his fat starts to sizzle, And then they carved him all up and served him with gristle. And as we celebrate our feast and cook up his reindeer, We hope that this teaches Tins, the meaning of fear.
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Solanna
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Post by Solanna on Jan 20, 2019 7:42:00 GMT
Since I have had to start fresh as a Samurai given my swift ejection by Vikings I needed a new Emblem. With the help of old Handjob Hani-chan I finally have one thats worthy.
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