Ари приеми бре, иначе няма да ти пращат оферти с други животни. Приеми го, аз бях така ама ей го на, ся го познавам тоя форум кат ръката ми
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade. The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
:headbang: Сега... Натисни на Messages, там до онуй My Posts.... Намери моето съобщение, цъкни го ии там натисни "view the trade now"... Послее, врътни нааааааааааааааааай-отдолу и натисни "Change Trade" или "Send Suggestion", нещо такова... После, направо врътни пак долу и натисни тоя път "Send Trade". Щъ пита дали искаш, ем кво, цъкаш ОК и айде. Аз ще я приема, ти ще получиш съобщение иии ТФА БЕШИ
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade. The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
Брааааааааааааааавоооооооооооооооооо!! На момичето
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade. The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade. The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade. The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
Майко мила, тука имало повече българи от колкото очаквах. :D Иначе здрасти, как сте, хора?
I am back! My exams passed and I have loads of time now. I apologize to everyone for not being on. ;[ I'm back now though, thank god! ^^
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