The Iron Helm, hereby convicts trixikilikili for Piracy.

For his/her countless hostile actions against the members of our guild, he/she has been sentenced to defleet.

The Iron Helm will not stop until this objective is met.

Well guess what. You will have to deal with me first.

Never going to happen. Sheep don't threaten wolves.

I edited the post to signal that this is a roleplaying statement...

I will too:) Look the flock of seaguls out!

Warrior's Quartermaster says that Black Sparrow lost lots of gold and his fame in attempt to defleet trixikilikili's fleets He even said that AyeCappy was the one who stole that gold and fame as Black Sparrow made the mistake of convicting trixikilikili of just piracy. Its actualy ADVANCED PIRACY. :lol No one can catch them and never try to do so

I even put on my war face...

ARRRRRR ya couldn't convict a girl scout of selling 'er cookies, much less steal em yourself without 'er mamma's permission so why engage is this lubberly behavior when ya just going to get your own arse handed to yas?....arrr

yes...much more role play needed...

"it was a racous rum filled room round the rascally rabbits of zom b's favorite watering hall. Suddently, a breathless boy burst into the room, "IT's WAR MATES!!!"

Indeed a hush fell on the steely, battle scarred faces of Majesty, Boot, Ronnie, Cappy, and countless other ferocious foes. Who could be so bold as to attack us now? Was it monsters, the undead, kracken? What horror awaits?

"well speak up boy, who is it?"

"itttt's HELM sir!!"

BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! The room bursts into life again, the acordian player strikes up another drinking song.

"Hey Boy!!! You know what HELM stands for, right?"

"nnnnooo, sire."

"Harmless Elegant Lady Men!!!"

Roars filled the night as another barrel was rolled out on the tavern floor.

Grogggy wrote:yes...much more role play needed...

"it was a racous rum filled room round the rascally rabbits of zom b's favorite watering hall. Suddently, a breathless boy burst into the room, "IT's WAR MATES!!!"

Indeed a hush fell on the steely, battle scarred faces of Majesty, Boot, Ronnie, Cappy, and countless other ferocious foes. Who could be so bold as to attack us now? Was it monsters, the undead, kracken? What horror awaits?

"well speak up boy, who is it?"

"itttt's HELM sir!!"

BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! The room bursts into life again, the acordian player strikes up another drinking song.

"Hey Boy!!! You know what HELM stands for, right?"

"nnnnooo, sire."

"Harmless Elegant Lady Men!!!"

Roars filled the night as another barrel was rolled out on the tavern floor.

lolololololol