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"No codex, no creed, only Xan. Hail the SUNLIT LORD!" Called some zealot near the hearth of his camp, still in recovery from the fight. "We will see if this new age brings stagnation, 'the sun rises and the sun sets'.."

Thinking. . . Thinking. . . Affirmative. "Contract termination voiding confirmed by present authority holder. Countermeasure devising has been approved so long as action is not taken. Potential operatives are being devised. Ordnance are being devised. Strategies are being devised. Intelligence is being compiled for future contacts." "Preparing. All. Outcomes."

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on that note, there are already Shaman Cursed Children. I don't know if there are druid ones, nor templars—but all other deific magics seem right in their alley. Seers and Heralds. Locking them out of deific magic just seems kind of bland. I know this has been addressed though, matching their compatibility to their lore pieces, but wanted to point it out!

Father Nerium leaned back in his chair as he read the missive, a large coil permitting it to bend. He considered the weight of this missive, concerned naturally for the health and safety of Uncle Elarhil and Aunt Aurae when Xan inevitably perishes. Bad politics ended Veletz, and now it was the end of the Paladins. Letting out a noisy, "Hmm.." he realized he had reclined completely horizontally, and the seat nearly ejected him forward as he startled.

Allerick Rostova gleamed at the formal missive from the comfort of the tavern within Ravenmire, "It will be a pleasure to work alongside yourself, Your Grace Henry Haverlock, and your noble lineage!" Spoke mighty of the young Crown-Prince

What is death but an absence of love? A lone orcess roamed through lonely forests and empty grasslands. Her search was simple: food. She'd return to the hearth that she had stoked, to a catatonic mother. No words were exchanged, even if the youngling wanted to, she wouldn't have any to give. Years went by in this disgraceful state. Surviving off of odds and ends and scraps of meat. Even throughout all of it, she took solace in what she could feel, touch, and smell. The feeling of earth beneath her feet, the chirping of birds. They looked so free. Was she one of the animals? A creature easily amused by the simple give and take of nature? Or was she something below even the lowly bird, for even they had family. Giving, and giving, and giving. The youth was drowning. It was time to fly the coop. Death The catatonic husk would surely die. The woman she'd once called 'Momo'. Guilt had to be pushed aside, she could not live her life as an outcast. She couldn't live it on the edge of society in the shadow of a grieving mother. Unequipped Unable Unsuited Chierae Hawksong? No. That family had abandoned her mother, and if they abandoned her, then they had abandoned Chierae. Who was she really? Who was she beyond the reaches of the forest? The waking death she'd endured, the tombstone of her childhood. Chierae did not know, and even if she did, she didn't have the words to express it. The feotid orcess wandered through the lands of man. A woman of few words, and plentiful anxiety. Her hair was ungroomed, and her clothing was naught but scraps. Her mastery of the common language even worse, she could hardly manage one or two word sentences. Chierae gave the wrong impression. Defensiveness was mistaken as hostility; Fear as hatred, and ignorance as stupidity. Hostility, hatred and stupidity however, was levied against her in full. But not for long An elf? The elves had scourned her mother and resulted in the untimely death of her brother. This one, though, this one was different. A home? A bed? Love? Chierae's naive eyes were blinded to the truth of her new elven guardian, but that veil would be lifted soon enough. These elves were very different. They behaved like orcs. Raiding, pillaging and most surprisingly of all, cannabilsm. Yet, she did not question it. This must be what elves do. Perhaps there is just evil in every race. Chierae kept her maw shut, lest rot pour out of it. The orcess was not familiar with the traditions of the elves, she shouldn't push her luck in the only place that had accepted her. Years pass this way. Finally, she had a home and a community. Her worries about their behaviour began to melt away. These people were family afterall. Family is to be forgiven. Chierae had finally begun to open up. This time it was within the shelter of a lonesome tavern, somewhere in a desolate ruin. Between fits of discomfort and intense worry, she spat out one word answers in regards to her life story. It was within this tavern that she laid her soul bare. Jolene - a woman she'd soon call mother, ensnared Chierae into an embrace, a hug that would plant the seed of her ruin. It was a sharp and sudden pain that pierced her nape. Sharp enough that the timid beast retreated, much like a wounded animal might. That was the day the child died. She was a child no more. Over the course of years, she changed. Any semblance of warmth was replaced by hollow aching. Love, care and joy was robbed from her. It was difficult at first, she was not equipped with the knowledge of how to use a knife and fork, let alone to scheme. The woman who had promised her redemption had sealed her damnation. Chierae had no choice but to adapt. The decades dragged on, and she learned to harness the only gifts that came with her form. Chierae had indulged in countless lives and faces. She had spawned many plotlines of her own. The witch was afforded minimal tutelage as she stumbled through her existence. A trial by fire. The orcess with many faces acrued the knowledge of most any culture. Through experience, she became wiser. The more she learned, the sharper she felt the pain of the proverbial, and literal dagger in her nape. Finally, she had awoken. She refused to be pitiful anylonger Wisened and skillful, she participated gleefully with plots and subterfuge. She herself was a coven of two but she provided aid to her cousins. For what was eternity, if one could not enjoy it with those broken just like you. This of course, was not meant to last. The witch soon found the faces of her sisters began to fade. Eventually, she too was abandoned. Like she had done all those years ago to her very own mother. The amalgam of faces set about wandering Almaris, and then Aevos listlessly. Of course, she showed loyalty here and there to various groups, but without the shelter of a coven, she felt vulnerable. Naturally, the orcess returned to what she knew. Her isolation brought about a similar suffering to that of her early days, but twenty times magnified. Over the century, her mind would fragment into pieces, each individual fragment believing she was truly her disguise, a respite from her illnesses, but denial could only last her so long. The orc had two options: Adapt, or break. At this point, she'd exhausted all options for a cure. Chierae had always wanted one, it was not her nature... well, not her true nature to maim and kill. Her curse had brought her naught but suffering. Patience had afforded her true allies, women and men who truly cared for her wellbeing, but she was unable to feel anything in return. She had to escape, she had to fly the coop. Retribution The beast she had become made her sick. Chierae vowed that she would do all that she could to extinguish the corrupting forces in this world. Over the course of her undeath, she'd collected many trophies of monsters killed and forged alliances with forces of true good. Even her accursed form was good for one thing - killing. The divine would not save her, but she could save her own self image. The witch endured this existence for far too long. Any wrong move would be fatal. Without a coven to ressurect her, she was entirely alone and entirely helpess, should death come to claim her. Every action warranted searing mental anguish, her fight was as much with her nature as it was with others. Something had to give. A warrior cannot fight forever. Chierae set aside her plans for Judgement, and set her gaze inward. It was time to seek her own peace. The orc, the honourbound orc wrote her fairwells and set her plan into motion. The time had come to be cleansed. The undying warrior set out on her journey to die. Before the titan, Sol Invicta, Chierae kneeled. The great warrior stripped her weapons from her person, and kicked them aside. A show of complete submission. "I am a disease. I do not wish to be. Take my Essence, my being, and use it. Please" The shield was discarded "I pledge myself to you. If you see it fit that my pledge results in death, then it will be so. I pledged my undeath to extinguishing the dark. I did not want what was robbed of me, taken from another soul. I lay myself bare before you. Should my fight go on. I wish it to be on the right side. Should it end, I wish it to be in service to the light not the dark" "I shall redeem you. Kneel above the fallen. You shall reach the light, together." "Perhaps you do not believe in mercy. If not, use it, turn your rutheless gaze to those who forsook me." "I shall grant you redemption. Freedom from the chains that shackle you. Lay forth next to this one, abandoned by all. Rest your head against his" And so she did "I shall avenge those that cursed you, and shall endure the Order of Death upon all" The end. [!] Letters were distributed, upon the condition that she did not return. On letterboards within some elven territories Sarah Artenin Madoc'Lur Naele Ophelia The Weiss Family Uvil'igne Ash Nemea Adam The Hawksong Family Atsuko Reza Weiss Deadlock Danzen Astrid of Sabet Myleres Kuku'lur

Ghelezas connected his dracanium phone to his dracanium bluetooth speaker, blaring this song through the halls of Tor'Praeth.

"I will add two of them to my menagerie of pets"

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T'e Silverbraids grow in numbers quickleh. Oi look forward tuh seein meh Kin complete t'e trials. T'e journey will be long but will lead tuh maneh great stories tuh be told in t'e Taverns

(was worried that the spirit would be invalidated if I don't put it here) Spirit Type: Lesser (Greater: Brimztra, Spirit of Music, Art, and Creativity) Spirit Name: VALYNMAAR Spirit Totem: A Mini Easel with colourful splashes of paint covering it Spirit Appearance: (Appears as a floating used artist palette board, having multiple colours mixed and mashed, One could only imagine how many pigments are present on the surface of the wood. Alignment: Neutral Good Discovery: Found by Glorier and Otellia Maiheiuh when wanting to visit the realm of arts

FULL NAME: Aurel von Theonus AGE: 35 RACE: Human PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: Covenant war METHOD OF CONTACT: trevor19

The Umbral Contract 1. This arrangement will allow the Umbral Vanguard to operate in a similar capacity to the Talons Militia and carry out the law of Talons Roost as deemed needed 2. Umbral guards shall be held to the same standard as a Talons Militia guard, in such they will obey and uphold the law of Vortice and protect her people 3. All members of the Umbral Vanguard who actively operate as guards for Talons roost shall be paid 25 mina a saints week 4. In order to earn the 25 mina a saints week, proof of action must be provided in the form of documentation showing where the Umbral guard had patrolled and the timeframe they had patrolled in the same manner as a Talons Militia guard 5. In the event the Umbral Vanguard are needed for additional jobs payment shall be negotiated beforehand by a Vortician Council member and a Umbral Vanguard member 6. The Umbral Vanguard have expressed they will take no contracts that compromise the safety of Vortice or its vassals and will be held as such 7. This contract shall not prevent the Umbral Vanguard from taking other contracts so long as they are not in direct conflict with Vortice or its vassals OOC: Signed on 2024-04-28 Aelrin Vacare Sulrayne Vacare John O’Riley

Sydney reads the missive, frowning. He'll try to look for them, once he makes sure his brother isn't being held captive. Again. For a seventh time.

Rickard was sure to come and support his friend and captain.

Overlord of Kaethul, Yera Silveira-Cerusil, smiles warmly on seeing the document signed, having stood witness throughout. "How joyous. I do so welcome the cultural practice they have surrounding this accompanying wine too."

*Katherine Marie Stafyr gasped as she read the missive in the seven skies* "Zhis is cultural appropriation!" *she bellowed down to the Continent*

Trippin' 🙏

By Thondorus “Thighs” Stafyr 9th of Sun’s Smile, 1974 IC | 9th of Sun’s Smile, 178 S.A. As is customary, the line of Hanethor shall not go unrecorded in the Almannir chronicles. Descended directly from the only surviving son of Saint Godwein of Huntshill, Beron Stafyr, the line of Stafyr-Beron currently holds the Mandate of Thondor. Katrin Eryka of Feldkirch, eldest child of Lord Edmund II. and Lady Feodora, is therefore recognized as the 26th Lord and Guardian of House Stafyr through the ancient Almannir rite of the eldest. As per the same rite, her rightful successor is further recognized as being the eldest child, Symon Stafyr, in line with the Heartlandic succession law and with our families most ancient traditions. Married to Lord Charles Edward of Martiel in 1962 of the old calendar, the children of their union are recorded as follows: From Eldest to Youngest, Symon Morris [1964] @Publius Leopold Charles [1965] @Truppler Leana Feodora [1966] @ElvenHuntress Hanson Galfred [1966] @ JackO Arthur Sieghard [1967] @Z3r05t4r Her Ladyship, Katrin I. Stafyr, Baroness of Feldkirch, 26th Lord & Guardian of House Stafyr His Lordship, Charles Edward Temesch-Stafyr, Baron-Consort of Feldkirch

CANDIDACY FOR CONSEILLER OF THE FREE CITY DE CHAMBERY 10th of the Grand Harvest, 178 SA With the enactment of the new Constitutional Ordinances of Wittenbach Way a new Municipal Council named the Conseille Municipale is to be chosen through the election of Conseillers or Councilors in the common tongue. Candidacys for the position of Conseiller will now be accepted for the following 3 Saints days. Conseiller will sit together with the Bourgmestre of Chambery on the Conseille Municipale and propose, debate and vote on new legislation for the Free City. But the Conseiller will also help the Bourgmestre in running the Free City assuming various position werether it be as stewards, diplomats, event organisers or liasons. There are no limits set to what a Conseiller can do to serve Chambery. The Following are to be observed from the Constitutional Ordinances of the Free City of Chambery for the Eligibility of Conseiller : ARTICLE V Elections 2) Conseiller - Eligibility : The candidates must be a citizen of The Free City of Chambery or a confirmed Celestial Trustee. to apply as Candidate for the Conseiller Election please fill out this form : SURNAME: FIRST NAME: RESIDENCE ADDRESS: YEAR OF BIRTH: ((MC NAME)):