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That's because the instrument he is using is called the Morin Khuur (Horsehair Fiddle). It's the violin-like thing.

Many years ago, a small band of Khurite bards wandered Myrland in search of enlightenment. They wandered hither and thither. From Bakti to Fabernum, to Meduli to Morin Khur. No town nor village could fill their hunger for musical enlightenment. No man nor woman could instil in them inspiration...

RPK... PvP giants? :ROFLMAO: Griefers and sketch more like. I remember this one time in DA keep where RPK called their pocket.... [BANNED]

What if there was a social crediting system in MO? We already have the Blue Shield (neutral) and Red Shield (Murderer) which depicts the Civilian/Good and Criminal/Bad. But if we had a Social Crediting system on each character, that grants them a certain amount of points for rendering...

I uploaded this song by the band "Altai Hangai" honouring Chinghis Khaan Temujin with a Magtaal (Praise/Glorification).

:sneaky: wtf is a machiavellianism? Are they saying Im 'like Tupac?

How long does it take for a guild recruitment post to be moderated...?

He wonders what had happened to them... Did they win? Did they lose...? If they lost, would the Risar Chieftain continue his chase for the slaves? Will Kranesh be in danger? Questions and worry flood his mind, pain engulfs his empty stomach and his body begins to feel weak... The afternoon...

My Miner will be a pacifist... so don't kill him... or he'll kung fu yo ass. Like that!

I thought you died after blade... wtf happened man? where the new movies.

I thought about how Guards could be implemented differently from MO1, which firstly started with a single /guards = 1-hit kill and then later multiple AI guards that could be dragged out of town. What if there was a Tribute system for all controlling AI factions. Like all towns controlled by AI...

Now this has become one of my favourites... simple, but memorable.

The smell... it reeks of decaying flesh and dried blood... the very taste of rusting metal and slave musk is in the air... On all fours like a dog, growling and sniffing. He wanders through the crater edging closer and closer toward the sound of clacking chains. Like a hungry carnivore basking...

In the distance of a black dream, he hears barking from a youthful pup. The wind blows harshly, bringing with it, a glacial cold. A warm, gentle voice whispers "Wake up, little one, wake up". A gust of wind flows into his nose and through his body, reviving him and rejuvenating his cold body. A...