Lauder

Civilization - A New End (2.5)

Clan Metalbeard

F) Improve resources/technology

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The axe, it seemed like something that the very spirits themselves and it seemed whatever was here had called Ava to the mountain. While Grogrim wanted the axe for himself, it was clear that the spirits had chosen Ava to bear the axe, granted there may have been some right that he had to the old axe to prove his legitimacy or something, but that wasn’t the dwarf that he was. With a sigh he picked up the axe and flipped it in his hand, the handle facing Ava. She looked at him with a confused face before Grogrim let out a light-hearted laugh.

“I believe the spirits want to give this to you,” he spoke, Ava’s face shifting to surprise at the offer.

“M’lord… I-I can’t, that axe belongs t’ you royals,” she protested before Grogrim essentially thrust the handle into her hands, forcing her to take it. The other dwarves looked on in awe at the display, tears being brought to Ava’s face at Grogrim’s act of kindness. However, now was not the time for tears, for they all still had a task to complete.

“We will continue north once more, if we cannot find something soon then we will double back to the Glimmering Mountain,” Grogrim ordered, turning back to the group, “We will bury these dwarves though. Give them a proper burial before we depart.”

And with that the group had their orders.

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Back home with the mines now reopened and bringing in a new influx of ores to supplement their new creation of proper forms for the spirit. The dwarves would need a refinery to well, refine the ores into a better material, something more comfortable and cleansed for the spirits to bless them with. It would be a task, but the dwarves would be able to easily construct this, afterall a refined spirit was more easily tempered than one simply taken from the ground. Both Black-hand and the Council were in agreement over the subject, a rare occurrence given both parties hated each other.

Black-hand would oversee the construction of the refinery and the council would work to make into more of a temple with grand luxurious design on the interior so that the spirits may be properly honored.

It seemed that the spirits were smiling upon the dwarves lately.

Summary

The party buries that dwarves and continues their venture north.

The dwarves at home agree to construct a Shrine Refinery to better improve the strength of the spirits so that they may bless the clan further.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Lauder... Just read Keriss' baby-killing episode. Fug.

@Kho

WHY CAN’T THAT POST DIE?!

From The South, They Come (Mid-Fantasy Nation/Faction Orc RP)

Clan Mawnsta

Turn 0, The Hottgug Festival

It had been ages since the old Chief-Shaman had been a part of any festivities, not having been one to waste precious time on such fun and merriment. He sat in a hut which had been converted into what could be called a bar for the Hottgug, simply drinking as one would do in such an establishment. However his fun was disturbed by a pair of younguns who were flexing their muscles and inadvertently started a fight, Seereyes had seen this disturbance coming. It was only a matter of time before the entire bar would be fighting one another, as orcs do in this time.

While it was fun to fight, Gozgum was not in the mood to fight such inexperienced fools who were not very much into the mystical side of nature like he was. The Orc shifted in his stool a bit before reaching for his dark, twisted metal staff and knocking one of the young orcs over the head with it. The one who was hit stumbled and hit the ground, now unconscious. His challenger roared in protest, “That was my challenge, old fool!” It seemed this one was clearly too drunk to realize he was talking to a chieftain of a clan, not any chieftain either, one with magical ability.

With a sigh, he turned his hooded head towards the young orc with piercing milky white eyes and a long snow beard. He rose to his feet to meet the Orc who roared and attempted to throw a reckless punch, he sidestepped the punch and hit his challenger upside the head. It was a knockout.

Gozgum couldn’t help but laughing at the two orc’s attempts to outclass him. He raised his drink into the air and roared, “To Hottgug and to a merry time more!” The shaman was met with cheers from all around the bar, entertained by the short fight and the toast from the chieftain.

The shaman went on to finish his drink and went off to find the other chieftains, wanting to return to his homelands and plan.

From The South, They Come (Mid-Fantasy Nation/Faction Orc RP)

<Snipped quote by Lauder>

It's fine. Just send me your Clan application whenever possible.

@Theodorable

My ledger is already up there Theo XD

From The South, They Come (Mid-Fantasy Nation/Faction Orc RP)

I didn’t notice that the OOC was up until I woke up today XD

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

Everything had been wrong, that dream was wrong and yet denying that it was anything more than a childish nightmare seemed to stab her in the back like a dagger is the silent killer it is. Lucilia woke up sweating, gripping her blankets as she sat up with side eyes. Nothing seemed right anymore, the walls and floor had betrayed her so what was it that means this wasn’t a dream as well? Her hands immediately went to her locket and she gripped it tightly, but she dared not do anything else with it, not yet.

Then she heard Talis speak, wondering if those words were true or they were just meant to draw her out so that she could be ridiculed and taunted by that voice once more. With a few deep breaths she forced herself out of the bed and over to her suit of armor, picking up the chest piece to view the Wolfram emblem. Would those words be true? Would the house be slaughtered and forgotten? No, impossible, that much power would not simply be forgotten, yet those words count to her conscience as if it had been nailed there by a hammer.

However, another feeling arose within her, determination. Lucilia would not be forgotten and neither would the Von Wolfram house for she would make sure of that to her dying breath. This Wolf Pack would not be last, and their fangs were not dulled, she would be sure to show that.

Quickly, Lucilia out of the armor before sitting down and brushing her raven hair. While it was not as in depth as she would have liked, it would have to do since she would have to take orders from someone who was not her father for once. Upon finishing, she arose and walked to the door, gripping the handle but unable to turn. What if the nightmare would begin anew, remembering that touchering her own father was the most unpleasant thing in her dream. While she feared his harsh touch, and vein the direct cause of her fear, never did it feel like that.

With a deep inhale and exhale, she tightened her grip around the handle and opened the door, awaiting the world to turn into blackness. It did not, that was a good thing. A sigh of relief would be heard by any nearby as she began to walk downstairs, having her rapier close to her certainly made her feel better. Her eyes came across Talis and a dwarf, she could only assume it was the one called Barris for she already met Falk and Raux, and Aria did not seem like a male name.

”Good morning,” were her only words at the time, instead holding to be silent and take a seat as they awaited the others, her face still holding a cold, arrogant glare.

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

Everything seemed strange and disgusting, from the streets to the very people that dared to walk them in her presence. At least many of the residents knew to stop and gaze in awe at the woman as she passed, she of the most noble of births. It was Lucilia Von Wolfram who captured the attention of the crowd, clad in her finely made iron armor, her family’s name being the primary factor for stopping to gaze upon her. Some associates that the family had dealt with in the past, probably by a cousin or one of her siblings to the opportunity to bow.

A lustful smile came to her face as she thought of all the ways she rally the crowd under her, many of them being peasantry meant a cheap source of a ragtag army, or simply those who would aid you should you need to be aided. However, Lucilia was not here to win the affections of the people at the moment, no, it was actual business that need to be tended to, at least that is what the request stated. Granted, had she not wanted to seek out a moniker of game she would not have come along for as a Von Wolfram, time wasted is a grave offense for all time must be used, whether it be for plans or carrying out those plans.

In here thought, Lucilia managed to find the inn, she gripped the door and thought what best way to make a grand interest so that she may hold the attention of the patrons. Mere presence alone would suffice, she was not there to impress anyone, only business and nothing more, nothing more than business. Thus when she opened the door, it was in all her humility and subtleness that she proclaim to the patrons, ”Bow for you are in the presence of a Von Wolfram!”

Real subtle.

While her voice did nothing more than silence the happy attitude the bar beheld, and force others to look upon the Wolf in awe. Some of the lower class did her request and bowed, though foreigners mostly didn’t unless they knew what the family was truly capable of, and at least the bartender some staff bowed as they should. Plus it started a chain reaction, of those who didn’t know her or the family to simply bow. Lucilia signaled for them to rise, before she walked to a corner booth and stared down the individuals inside of it her glare making them pick up their drinks and belongs and scatter away like the rats they were.

Seating herself, she gazed around the room, the happy attitude coming back back still weary of the unpredictable Wolfram that sat within, ready to lash out should she need. However, things were better when she ordered herself a bottle of the finest wine that the inn had instack at the moment and for the time being she would be sipping on that while making calculations in her head, simply waiting for someone or something to do anything of her attention. While thinking, she had remembered that she wanted to see Viceroy Bayim Cadby sometime while she was here, getting a Viceroy to be loyal to her would be a beard stunt to pull but she would likely be able to manage.

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

Lucilia Von Wolfram

Lucilia von Wolfram

Character Summary

Name:
Lucilia von Wolfram
Titles:
Heiress, Her Lady
Aliases:
Lucy
Age:
25
Race/Ethnicty:
Human
Continent of Origin:
Carthian

Gender:
Female
Class/Subclass:
Warrior
-Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 15
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom:8
Charisma:13

Physical Attributes

Height:
5’11”

Weight:
121 lbs

Appearance Description:
Being a fair skinned noble lady it is easy to imagine that she is always clean in look with neatly brushed black hair. Her emerald green eyes are cold and unfeeling as she holds a mainly indifferent look towards those who are lesser than her. Every part of her body is flawless, no scars, tattoos, or anything that would dare sully the form of a goddess.
Day To Day Attire:
When not adventuring, Lucilia wears a humble velvet dress adorned with her family crest on its shoulder and the Astorian Kingdom’s crest on the other shoulder. She wears pristine white gloves that go up to her elbows and has a silver locket hung around her neck.

Strengths:

• Negotiations
• Money Handling
• Deep pockets, lots of money
• Elegant in step

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Arrogance
• Outwardly Hostile
• No subtlety
• Greed
• Attention-seeking

Psychological Attributes

Arrogant * Indifferent * Calculating * Cold

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
Arrogance is the first thing anyone would notice coming from Lucy, being of noble blood she is of course entitled to these feelings. She is also cold and uncaring to those paupers who work and foil in the field just to get by, this attitude really applies to anyone who does not have deep pockets like her. However, in the presence of royalty and the wealthy Lucy is able to show much regality and humility, though that is the extent of her ‘nice’ side. While yes she can display happiness and sadness like any other mortal, it is not her default emotion. Her default would be ‘indifference’ as she the world she truly cares about is the realm of politics and nobility.

Nothing else matter to her, only that she stay of noble blood and that her children, if she is to have any, remain of noble blood as well. Though the thought of childbearing is seen in disdain to her as it would get in the way of her plan, plans which are constantly evolving in her head. While not a genius, she is educated enough for a woman of the times in her culture, an education which most others would not get is something she prides herself in. Another reason to see herself as better than most others, and a fact she will likely continue to carry.

Habits: Minimal 2

• Nail biting
• Rambling

Hobbies: Cooking and Writing

Fears:

• Plague/Sickness
• Being Touched
• Being Forgotten

Likes:

• Owls
• Literature
• Politics
• Nobility
• Extravagant Meals
• Art

Dislikes:

• Rodents
• The poor
• Hypocrites
• Small Children
• Breaking Rules
• No challenge

Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Fencing Lucy is exceptional in the art of swordplay and single combat duels, she has refined this ability to what she would call its best and has bested many opponents in this fashion.
• Dodging In tow with fencing, she masterful at avoiding blows and elegant in her step to avoid said blows. It is not like she will allow a commoner to touch the body of perfect Nobility.
• Elegance Overall, Lucy is elegant in everything that she does, whether it be in step or in word usage. This is likely to inspire a sense of awe to those around anyone who is paying attention to her.
• Hardy Lucilia is a hardy individual, she is able to take a beating continue to fight on. While her skin is unblemished, it has metaphorically hardened over the years.
• Weapons Handler Being trained how to use a wide array of weapons from a young age, while purely talented with a sword, Lucilia has shown she is able to quickly learn how to use any weapon that she holds.
• Linguistic Lucilia is fluent in other languages than her own; Elvish, Dwarven, Orcish, and Infernal

Magic

Lucilia has no knowledge of how to perform magic, nor does she care about it.
>/list>

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Item: Coin purse Lucilia always has a coin purse on her, primarily with only gold coins and nothing else.
• Item: Waterskin It carries water...
• Item: Family Locket No matter where she goes, she will always have her family locket. It has a small orb filled with water under a compartment which has the family motto.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Rapier Only the most elegant of weapons for Lucilia, a family jewel encrusted rapier is her primary weapon and she is very effective in its use.
• Item: Hidden blade Description Should she be disarmed in any fashion, Lucilia has a small dagger tucked into her boot so that she may defend herself no matter what.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Suit of Iron - Excluding a helmet, Lucilia wears a full suit of finely crafted iron armor which bears the wolfram crest on the chest. The suit comes with a detachable cape, mainly for aesthetics.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Item: Coin Pouch An entire pouch of her pack is dedicated to holding coin, and lots of it.
• Item: Noble Clothing She always carries a spare noblewoman dress, best to be prepared.
• Item: Spices and ingredents Lucilia always brings along some form of ingredients so that she can cook something that doesn’t taste like a peasant’s hands have been all over it.

Magical Items:
N/A

History

History:

The life of Lucilia von Wolfram started even before she was born, being born to an Earl of Astoria, Lion von Wolfram, who earned his place through prestige and well planned plots that would ensure that he would stay as an Earl. Due to this, her father married a Viceroy’s daughter to be sure that he had an ally he could depend on within the kingdom. The newly wed couple planned, having contingencies and even back-up ideas should their first born child be an utter disappointment. Luckily, Lucilia was not a disappointment, in fact she was quite the extraordinary child as she grew into every expectation that her parents had set.

The child grew up with every part of her life planned out for her to act upon, a strict regimen that she would follow to the ends of her life to fulfill. From an early age though, she was taught how to fight with a sword, as a noblewoman, she would be targeted by those who were enemies to her father and thus she must be able to defend herself. This ended up sparking a certain drive within the child, a drive to master weapons and become a true force of nature should the situation present itself. While her parents were skeptical of the notion, they allowed some time in her busy schedule to practice and spar with a weapons expert by the name of Thomas Vanderbet.
Thomas turned into a sort of second father for her as they spent much time together, it was inevitable that the two would develop this type of relationship. In fact, at the time, Lucilia would say that she loved Thomas more than her father, a fact which he despised with a clear passion for if she loved Thomas more than her own father then she could be turned against the family and all their prestige would be gone within the blink of an eye. It was around this time that Lion would show Lucilia what death looked like up close. Taking his person guard, he marched into the the sparring room while the two were training and ordered the death of Thomas, being loyal to the family Thomas did not resist his death. He bowed to his liege before the person guard stabbed him to death.

It was then when Lucilia was taught what it meant to be a Wolfram, a cold, unfeeling beast who lusted only for power. She relished in the fact of surpassing her father in status one day and even viewed herself as becoming a queen one day. To stomp out this light case of rebellion, Lion took to beating his daughter, particularly with a cane or belt, but this only strengthened her resolve and tolerance to pain, all according to her father’s plan.
At the age of twenty, instead of being married off like her sisters and instead of being a suitor like her brother’s, she was the sole heiress of the family. While it put her in the crosshairs of her siblings, it meant nothing for they were loyal to the family and kinslaying was met with death through torture. Lucilia, trained her mind with books learning the languages of other races so that she may establish new connections from a multitude of people that may not lead back to the Wolframs.

Finally, the last thing that Lucilia would need to do is make a name for herself, whether it be through conquest or through ascension of status. She would become one to be feared in person and not simply by her name. Her aim is simple, she will become the most feared noble in all the kingdoms, no one would dare tread against the Wolf pack.

Extras

Character Quote: “The Wolf Pack shall and forever be one step ahead of all who oppose them” - Sylvan Von Wolfram, the first Earl of the family.
Theme Song: ”L.L.L”
Anything Else:
I FINISHED THE CS IT TOOK SO LONG
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

Lucilia Von Wolfram

Lucilia von Wolfram

Character Summary

Name:
Lucilia von Wolfram
Titles:
Heiress, Her Lady
Aliases:
Lucy
Age:
28
Race/Ethnicty:
Human
Continent of Origin:
Carthian

Gender:
Female
Class/Subclass:
Warrior
-Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 15
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom:8
Charisma:13

Physical Attributes

Height:
5’11”

Weight:
121 lbs

Appearance Description:
Being a fair skinned noble lady it is easy to imagine that she is always clean in look with neatly brushed black hair. Her emerald green eyes are cold and unfeeling as she holds a mainly indifferent look towards those who are lesser than her. Every part of her body is flawless, no scars, tattoos, or anything that would dare sully the form of a goddess.
Day To Day Attire:
When not adventuring, Lucilia wears a humble velvet dress adorned with her family crest on its shoulder and the Astorian Kingdom’s crest on the other shoulder. She wears pristine white gloves that go up to her elbows and has a silver locket hung around her neck.

Strengths:

• Negotiations
• Money Handling
• Deep pockets, lots of money
• Elegant in step

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Arrogance
• Outwardly Hostile
• No subtlety
• Greed
• Attention-seeking

Psychological Attributes

Arrogant * Indifferent * Calculating * Cold

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
Arrogance is the first thing anyone would notice coming from Lucy, being of noble blood she is of course entitled to these feelings. She is also cold and uncaring to those paupers who work and foil in the field just to get by, this attitude really applies to anyone who does not have deep pockets like her. However, in the presence of royalty and the wealthy Lucy is able to show much regality and humility, though that is the extent of her ‘nice’ side. While yes she can display happiness and sadness like any other mortal, it is not her default emotion. Her default would be ‘indifference’ as she the world she truly cares about is the realm of politics and nobility.

Nothing else matter to her, only that she stay of noble blood and that her children, if she is to have any, remain of noble blood as well. Though the thought of childbearing is seen in disdain to her as it would get in the way of her plan, plans which are constantly evolving in her head. While not a genius, she is educated enough for a woman of the times in her culture, an education which most others would not get is something she prides herself in. Another reason to see herself as better than most others, and a fact she will likely continue to carry.

Habits: Minimal 2

• Nail biting
• Rambling

Hobbies: Cooking and Writing

Fears:

• Plague/Sickness
• Being Touched
• Being Forgotten

Likes:

• Owls
• Literature
• Politics
• Nobility
• Extravagant Meals
• Art

Dislikes:

• Rodents
• The poor
• Hypocrites
• Small Children
• Breaking Rules
• No challenge

Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Fencing Lucy is exceptional in the art of swordplay and single combat duels, she has refined this ability to what she would call its best and has bested many opponents in this fashion.
• Dodging In tow with fencing, she masterful at avoiding blows and elegant in her step to avoid said blows. It is not like she will allow a commoner to touch the body of perfect Nobility.
• Elegance Overall, Lucy is elegant in everything that she does, whether it be in step or in word usage. This is likely to inspire a sense of awe to those around anyone who is paying attention to her.
• Hardy Lucilia is a hardy individual, she is able to take a beating continue to fight on. While her skin is unblemished, it has metaphorically hardened over the years.
• Weapons Handler Being trained how to use a wide array of weapons from a young age, while purely talented with a sword, Lucilia has shown she is able to quickly learn how to use any weapon that she holds.
• Linguistic Lucilia is fluent in other languages than her own; Elvish, Dwarven, Orcish, and Infernal

Magic

Lucilia has no knowledge of how to perform magic, nor does she care about it.
>/list>

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Item: Coin purse Lucilia always has a coin purse on her, primarily with only gold coins and nothing else.
• Item: Waterskin It carries water...
• Item: Family Locket No matter where she goes, she will always have her family locket. It has a small orb filled with water under a compartment which has the family motto.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Rapier Only the most elegant of weapons for Lucilia, a family jewel encrusted rapier is her primary weapon and she is very effective in its use.
• Item: Hidden blade Description Should she be disarmed in any fashion, Lucilia has a small dagger tucked into her boot so that she may defend herself no matter what.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Suit of Iron - Excluding a helmet, Lucilia wears a full suit of finely crafted iron armor which bears the wolfram crest on the chest. The suit comes with a detachable cape, mainly for aesthetics.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Item: Coin Pouch An entire pouch of her pack is dedicated to holding coin, and lots of it.
• Item: Noble Clothing She always carries a spare noblewoman dress, best to be prepared.
• Item: Spices and ingredents Lucilia always brings along some form of ingredients so that she can cook something that doesn’t taste like a peasant’s hands have been all over it.

Magical Items:
N/A

History

History:

The life of Lucilia von Wolfram started even before she was born, being born to an Earl of Astoria, Lion von Wolfram, who earned his place through prestige and well planned plots that would ensure that he would stay as an Earl. Due to this, her father married a Viceroy’s daughter to be sure that he had an ally he could depend on within the kingdom. The newly wed couple planned, having contingencies and even back-up ideas should their first born child be an utter disappointment. Luckily, Lucilia was not a disappointment, in fact she was quite the extraordinary child as she grew into every expectation that her parents had set.

The child grew up with every part of her life planned out for her to act upon, a strict regimen that she would follow to the ends of her life to fulfill. From an early age though, she was taught how to fight with a sword, as a noblewoman, she would be targeted by those who were enemies to her father and thus she must be able to defend herself. This ended up sparking a certain drive within the child, a drive to master weapons and become a true force of nature should the situation present itself. While her parents were skeptical of the notion, they allowed some time in her busy schedule to practice and spar with a weapons expert by the name of Thomas Vanderbet.
Thomas turned into a sort of second father for her as they spent much time together, it was inevitable that the two would develop this type of relationship. In fact, at the time, Lucilia would say that she loved Thomas more than her father, a fact which he despised with a clear passion for if she loved Thomas more than her own father then she could be turned against the family and all their prestige would be gone within the blink of an eye. It was around this time that Lion would show Lucilia what death looked like up close. Taking his person guard, he marched into the the sparring room while the two were training and ordered the death of Thomas, being loyal to the family Thomas did not resist his death. He bowed to his liege before the person guard stabbed him to death.

It was then when Lucilia was taught what it meant to be a Wolfram, a cold, unfeeling beast who lusted only for power. She relished in the fact of surpassing her father in status one day and even viewed herself as becoming a queen one day. To stomp out this light case of rebellion, Lion took to beating his daughter, particularly with a cane or belt, but this only strengthened her resolve and tolerance to pain, all according to her father’s plan.
At the age of twenty, instead of being married off like her sisters and instead of being a suitor like her brother’s, she was the sole heiress of the family. While it put her in the crosshairs of her siblings, it meant nothing for they were loyal to the family and kinslaying was met with death through torture. Lucilia, trained her mind with books learning the languages of other races so that she may establish new connections from a multitude of people that may not lead back to the Wolframs.

Finally, the last thing that Lucilia would need to do is make a name for herself, whether it be through conquest or through ascension of status. She would become one to be feared in person and not simply by her name. Her aim is simple, she will become the most feared noble in all the kingdoms, no one would dare tread against the Wolf pack.

Extras

Character Quote: “The Wolf Pack shall and forever be one step ahead of all who oppose them” - Sylvan Von Wolfram, the first Earl of the family.
Theme Song: ”L.L.L”
Anything Else:
I FINISHED THE CS IT TOOK SO LONG
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

From The South, They Come (Mid-Fantasy Nation/Faction Orc RP)

WE DEM BOYZ! YA BLOODY GITZ ARE MUKKIN’ ABOOT! IZ YA KILLIN’?! IZ YA LOOTIN’?! NO? DEN YOU IS MUKKIN ABOOT!