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- 4 squares of white chocolate
- 3 packages of cream cheese (exported from Paradystopia or not)
- 3/4 of a cup of white sugar
- 3 eggs
- 1/2 of a cup of heavy cream
- 1/2 of a teaspoon of vanilla extract
- 1 jar of strawberry jam
- A heart-shaped cookie cutter
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Surfing with Style - Fighting the Contrabandists
Protect the Contract - Get to the drop-off point
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by Mercedini » Tue Feb 14, 2017 2:29 pm
FINAL SCOREWCQ | MD7WEST ANGOLA 0
MERCEDINI 0Namibe, West Angola
FINAL SCOREWCQ | MD8MERCEDINI 3
Chillotov 21', Billic 59', Presic 81'
COLLATIS 0Zoloroni, Mercedini
# Group 12 Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts H A
1 Vilita 8 7 1 0 22 9 +13 22 - 1-5
2 Mercedini 8 5 2 1 20 14 +6 17
3 West Angola 8 3 4 1 9 3 +6 13 - 0-0
4 Savalen 8 4 1 3 19 17 +2 13 4-3 -
5 Kitsunia-Deesse 8 3 3 2 15 12 +3 12 - 3-2
6 Gadirya 8 3 1 4 13 12 +1 10 - 2-1
7 Prusy Krolewskie 8 2 3 3 10 9 +1 9 - -
8 Kernovi 8 1 4 3 8 10 −2 7 3-0 -
9 Schutzenphalia and West Ruhntuhnkuhnland 8 2 0 6 4 20 −16 6 5-1 -
10 Collatis 8 0 1 7 6 20 −14 1 2-2 -
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KICK CORPS PLAYER BIOGRAPHIES
It's come to our attention that many people don't know a lot about Kick Corps players outside of what they've seen on the international stage. We feel that this is unfair to the players and thus, we want to showcase them a little of our players' history, personality, personal life, and of course, playing style. Maybe this will help future opponents or scouts understand our players more and lead to a brighter and better future for Drawkland in soccer.
Pft, nahh. Anyway, we'll be progressing along through the lineup, starting with the Starters and then going into the Reserves. Once we finish the current lineup this series will obviously cease, but we'll release a new installment every time new players are called up to the team.
Part 4: Ellzidan
The Elves in the tribe which Ellzidan was born into have births in a certain ritual. After conception, the spirit of an unborn child travels to a small pond known as the Lebethan Pool, and once it finishes development, the child bursts forth from the waves, and they're immediately taken in by the tribe mothers. Exactly one month after their birth, the child is placed at the top of ceremonial Gingreas Tree. This tree, although now likely dead as most elven tribes disappeared many millennia ago, was known to be special in properties. When placed on the highest branches, the baby would start moving, as the branches of the tree would sway back and forth, almost alive as arms. At some point the baby would go between some of the branches, seemingly when the tree decided the time was right, and then the baby would fall through the tree. Then, before the baby would fall to the ground, 2 tree branches would stop the baby, and the baby would lie on said branches to be retrieved. Each branch represented a member of the tribe, and thus the two branches' respective elves would be the parents of the child, regardless if they were the actual biological parents of said child. Such decisions were made by the Spirits they believed in, as the Spirits knew which parentage with which child would benefit the whole of Elvenkind.
Ellzidan was different, however. When the top branches shifted and allowed her to fall through, instead of falling and being caught by a certain pair of branches, she ended up falling, tipping, and rolling, managing to be straddled gently by each branch on the tree before being passed on to the next one, until she dropped gently to the roots of the tree themselves, and seemed to be lifted up to the watching members of the tribe. They had no idea what such an omen meant, but it was surely a sign of greatness, whether it be good or evil. Thus, Ellzidan was raised by every member of the tribe, living with one couple for a month or two before moving to the next. She learned many, many things, obviously having a variety of teachers, and became one of the most skilled beings in that part of the world. The attribute she took most to, of course, was fighting. She learned things like how to hide 17 blades within her normal clothing, as well as advanced swordplay and the innate elvish art of archery.
Around the age of 177, Ellzidan felt a feeling in her gut, something convincing her to leave home. Her heart grew restless with boredom, the real fury and fire in her soul too much for the calm and cool day-to-day routine of her fellows. She left, not even on horseback, simply running out into the unknown woods, filled with threats, and with no real goal in mind. She ran for several days straight without stopping, only briefly to eat or drink to prevent collapse, but on the seventh day she knew she could go no further, and nigh-collapsed in a small cave in the mountains. She awoke to the face of a dragon, filling up the space of the small cave. However, this wasn't your average dragon. Instead, it was perhaps the only sensible dragon left in the world. Magnatha didn't raid or pilfer like your average dragon, she instead mainly slept and ate little in said cave, mainly to avoid getting shot. The duo seemed to really fit each other. After a short while, Magnatha decided that she would pair herself to Ellzidan. The bonding of the two was a rather drawn-out ceremony which neither truly understood, but in the end their souls were intertwined. Ellzidan's arm became lightly covered in scales, a deep crimson with shades of magenta hidden within them.
The two went out on adventures after that (we're only covering the basics here), essentially seeking out evil in the world and destroying it. Unbeknownst to them, a lot of the armies and dictators they swept through singlehandedly actually created geographical gaps, where good could flourish. It were these acts that eventually allowed the kingdoms of Sadeg, Hellenmack, Kayo, and a host of others to grow from nothing without being burned or enslaved. It were these acts that allowed Iarocav and, ultimately, all of Drawkland to be formed. But that was centuries away. Quite by accident, Ellzidan became the enforcer of justice throughout the land which would become Drawkland. Especially in her Southeastern corner of the world, she turned into the accidental ruler of the land, this slice of the continent.
Eventually, though, Magnatha's age began to show. The old dragon began to fade away, despite Ellzidan's stubborn protest. At the foot of a rather large sapling (even as the teenage version of a tree still outgrew most every tree in the valley it inhabited), the dragon passed on, and unbeknownst to Ellzidan at the time, imparted her entire soul into the Elf. This gave Ellzidan the ability to cover her body in scales, fly, occasionally spit fire, and teleport, but she didn't know that yet, and we're honestly still a little skeptical about it. But this soul implantation gave Ellzidan a much more potent ability: the ability to speak to said sapling, which once absorbing the dragon's actual body in the ground, caused it to grow in size by several orders of magnitude. This tree is known to everyone now as Elstrund, the absolutely enormous and rather telepathic tree which dominates the center of Ellzidan's current territory.
Ellzidan, in her sadness, fled from the tree before said transformation occurred, and went out into the wilderness. She barely ate or slept, and eventually came across the lone Iarocav on an exploratory expedition to the land. They met, and the rest is basic Drawkian history, folks. The 4 main leaders of the major Drawkian kingdoms fought in an epic war, and in the end it was Ellzidan who caused a turning point in the climactic battle which led to a victory by the Iarocav side. Iarocav became the leader of Drawkland, Ellzidan was named the 5th of the sub-leaders, the leaders went on a successful quest for immortality a couple decades later, blah blah. We'll explain this sometime else, you hear?
United Dalaran wrote:Goddammit, comrade. I just knew that someday some wild, capitalist, imperialist interstellar empire will swallow our country.CN on the RMB wrote:drawkland's leader has survived so many assassination attempts that I am fairly certain he is fidel castro in disguise
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by Chromatika » Tue Feb 14, 2017 9:01 pm
"I cannot! Will not! Are you insane?! Yeso cried out, trying to move away from where she was. However, her feet were tied down, as was the rest of her body. Only her neck was free, primarily so that what they wanted - her mouth - would be free.
The faceless ones continued to mill about, getting more and more excited by the second. A drumbeat began to sound in the deep, shaking the core of the very earth that the low cavern was composed of. Everything shook, but the rattling was drowned out by the incessant humming coming from the faceless ones as well as the drumbeat. Well, they weren't really faceless. More like they looked faceless through the haze that Yeso was under.
A being was being offered to her, she could tell. It was alive, her ears told her. A burning sensation began to form at the back of her throat. The drum began to beat faster and faster, until everything was a constant flurry of motion and noise.
She refused to bite down. That was what they wanted of her, that was obvious. She refused. She wouldn't. She...
In slow motion, everything cleared up, and she saw a knife come down and nick the skin of the being that was held in front of her. She saw the drop of blood began to form. And then...
Red haze. Flashes of ecstasy. The pumping of hot, fresh blood. The taste... Everything jumbled, everything intense, everything so alive...
Next thing she remembered, she was alone in the cavern. There were no more faceless beings, no deep beat of the drum.
No, just her, on the ground.
Wait, was that a body?
She went to it, half curious, half dreading.
The being was face-down on the ground. Long brown hair, a similar looking dress... No, it couldn't be...
With a startle, she flipped the lifeless being over. And then let out a piercing shriek.
It was Maven. She had drained Maven.
Shrieks echoed through the cavern, followed by deep sobs...
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