Mongrel intruder.

Thou'rt Birthday boy, it seemeth.

Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction,

in one so bereft of light?

Yet...my purpose standeth unchanged.

Those stripped of the Grace of Gold shall all meet death.

In the embrace of Messmer's flame.

O, your birthday, extraordinary.
The mark of a true lord!

"Solid of scale you might be, foul dragon... 🐲

But i will riddle with holes your rotten hide!

WITH A HAIL OF HARPOONS!

WITH EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BEING!"

+rep this guy is a mage

-rep noob + friendly fire, just uninstall this game bro toxic player :(((

friendly mate