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"About time" A certain Cerusil mumbles as he walks across the training grounds in the barracks "I want my castle!"

Upon hearing the news from her sister, she felt like she was about to cry from relief. Malna did not know Sermi, did not speak with her... but she knew what she did to her sister, her ukhti. That terrified her, unraveling the perfect life she tried to build, only for her to build it again. "You will be safe Calleina... I promise."

The Dame in red (Sofiele) seemingly squints at this "I hear the canonist screeching already."

Rhys var Ruthern plots his attendance.

"Declaration of Rapscallion?" asked Rhys var Ruthern.

[!] A note was attached to the note within the Canonist Church in Reinmar, and the notes would soon follow through messengers and altar boys attaching the same script under every Church's notice board, and wherever this note may be found. You lie. You mean to say that we have somehow wronged you, and you have fallen down this path. You are a liar. If you are not a liar, then name me one single man who has cast you aside in your time of need from my Church, and I swear before the Lord that I will defrock this man and punish him, thus lifting any crime of which you have commited upon our Church. But, it is not true, is it? You simply want a scapegoat for selling your soul to the demons and creatures, men with the heads of goats and birds. You simply want to be recognised as someone wronged, that you may point a crooked finger onto something Holy and Virtuous and say 'Behold, for you have WRONGED me, so come and take my rebuke.' But, it is not true, is it? I dare onto you, friend of mine. Should you wish true help, should you wish to test the Church against your lies, and should you decide to come and seek help, I bow before you. For all manner of men and elfin kind know of my name, as a dispenser of MERCY. I am He who slays not one not which I have not spared at least once. And thus, I offer you this same clemency that had been offered to countless of devilspawn and the iniqutious blasphemer. Cease your senseless lies, and come ask counsel. I have answer for the petty drivel which you have plastered over my Churches, and I have reasons that you are incapable of understanding. And if you are incapable of coming as a brave man and presenting yourself before me as I have commanded you, then at least people will know that I have offered my hand onto you, and it was not my Church which has rejected you, but instead you who have rejected clemency and mercy - this deed which you accuse us of. And, at least when that happens, you will have proven that you are no manner of an oppressed wretch, nor that you were cast aside by mine hand, but that you have sold your soul and spirit to the demons willingly, and without due cause have strayed from the path of the LORD. Thus, my mace fill find upon your forehead.

this is very interesting to see the least, interested to see where it goes tbh.

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Henry Arthur Haverlock, the Duke of the newly formed Blackworth, smiles the sun's smile. He then turned to his various Bannermen and spoke thus; "This new realm we find ourselves in is quite promising. Let's do our best to ensure it thrives, ey lads?"

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Eir Maor states the following in response "womp womp as the kids say"

Calias hears news of the happenings in the far north. He makes plans to attend.

Andria chuckled going through with a red Ink quill correcting their names to their married names with little smiley faces next to each one

A half man, half machine Military Governor blitzed out of his mind on Courage, alchemical fumes and adrenaline got ahold of the missive after the attempted capture. ”Let’s see who captures them first…” He looks over to the imprisoned Volk.

Arthur was wandering into Kaethul after a journey to his home in the North. Kaethul- his safe space, one might call it. The scream. He quickly had ran over to a shop- where a few citizens were engaged in combat with a Darkstalker. One all to familiar to Arthur. For but a moment, it looked past all of those who slammed their weapons into it. "The Murkwater Company demands your cooperation, Arthur." For a moment, a flash of consideration. But- this was nothing more than the work of the horror, of course. Whispers in the back of his head, why, he'd never stoop as low as them. All that this demand had served to do was, well. The connection was established. Those violet and aqua embers did flow from Arthur's shoulders, his staff gripped in hand, and his steel hound by his side. It was almost a routine for him at this point- tapped into his mind, an instinct. The Void began to leak from him in the form of fire. The smell of burning flesh. Everyone else had fled to safety, and Arthur alongside his voidal connection and his steel hound thought himself invincible once more. He stood above the darkstalker, a torrent of flame flying down upon him. A flamethower. A spell he used quite often- and once he had gotten to this point, well, there was nobody questioning his victory. This time, however, it was different. The darkstalker rose, and the steel hound found itself flipping on it's back. The darkstalker continued to rise, until it was standing back at full height. The flamethrower ended, and Arthur bolted for the door, realizing he was, for once, not a god. His flames would do him no good here. The new darkness. As he lie, a digitalized sniff echoed ahead of him. He fluttered his eye open, bringing a hand up to his neck, where a hand-shaped-mark had lie. But then it struck him- there was no light to be seen, not from either of his eyes, in fact. He sighed- a voice in his head belittled him, made fun of him. How poor and defenseless he was, how much pity he deserved. It knew exactly how to get to him, and it did not let up. He forced himself home, to a home in the north, where he'd not be a burden to his family. He'd find no comfort here, no. He'd find only forced begs- He continued to try and force himself a voidal connection- through screams of agony as the void cracked at his body in his wretched attempts at connection. Until he shut his eye to sleep, this was what he did, though no connection came, not yet.

DISCOVERY OF GLARZDAN, LESSER SPIRIT '*~-.,¸¸.-~·*'¨¯ OF ¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*' AZTRAN, SPIRIT OF THE SUN, THE STARS AND THE ETHEREAL ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "BRING THE KAZOO LOVER AGAIN. SHE IS... FUN." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ Of all the unnatural pairings in this world, none seem to come close to the duo that went on a spirit walk late one evening. A trio of bards, one with shamanistic tendencies, arrived at the Amethyst Amphitheater in Kaethul at the behest of the Shaman-Bard. The purpose of this meeting was to make a connection with a lesser spirit of Aztran, and establish a burgeoning pact between the Shaman and the Lesser. A combination of rare pharmaceuticals was consumed, and a series of chants were called outward. With the party's pleas heard by the Lesser, they approached the Spirit Realm and entered the trance of the Spirit Walk. The duo left their bodies in gentle repose as the third member watched, for he held a fear of the unknown. Upon reaching that transcended state the duo walked into a plane of clouds, sunlight and hard light. They walked upon a great bridge crafted entirely of walkable light, confused and unsure of where they had ended up. Guided only by their understanding of needing to find the Lesser of this realm, they trudged forward. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "ARE THERE ANY GIANT KAZOOS?" ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ Wandering for what felt like hours, perhaps days, the pair stumbled upon an invisible building. Bumping their heads into the door to this great tower, the building took on a new look. Opalescent, like that of a building made entirely of oil spilt over a mirror. The duo watched in awe at this great building, and the non-shaman of the two opened the two gargantuan doors. Upon entering... what a sight! A room made entirely out of glass and clear materials. A physics defying place, where the darkest corners would instead be filled with the brightest of lights. It was breathtaking. "What... what is this...?" asked one of the two. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "THIS IS EVERYTHING." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ A booming, crystal clear voice called through the building's great hall. Shaking the surrounding fixtures and touching the hearts of the present travelers. The being was of great size, with a body forged entirely of stagnant light that took the appearance of glass. His face was that of a solar flare, a torrent of light that was divine in its perfection. He was beautiful. He introduced himself as Glarzdan, the Chieflight of this realm. They knew they had found the lesser spirit of Aztran that they had been searching for. And upon finding him, one of the duo made a shockingly good impression on the Chieflight. The Shaman, however, was on a mission to earn a pact from this Lesser. And so it was forged. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "YOU MUST FIRST BUILD A SHRINE TO AZTRAN." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ The instructions were clear. Crystal clear. The Shaman had to construct a shrine dedicated to Aztran and then he would begin the process of forging a pact. This was no easy, nor menial task, but it could be done. Excitedly, after concluding their Spirit Walk, the shaman began the construction of this shrine to Aztran in a secret location. The totem would show that of an eight-pointed star nestled in the clutches of a draconic claw. Symbolizing both Aztran and Glarzdan. With this pact forged, with the shrine completed, with the totem standing tall, the Bard-Shaman had declared his success. He sought out potential Champions who would uphold the light of Aztran through Glarzdan... and so it shall be. ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ "IF DARKNESS IS NOTHING... LIGHT IS EVERYTHING." ✩｡:*•.──────────────────────── ❁ ❁ ────────────────────────.•*:｡✩ OOC Note: Thank you to @ShinyB and @PestyWarlock for staying up super late and helping me do this. Means the world!

As the missive reached Ephrem's hand, the Templar stripped the lower part in a square shape. Filling it with some tobacco the man rolled it and lighted it up "I cannen decide if these balianite posts work better like this or as toilet paper"

Given names: Jennèt of Tepés Age: 16 Citizenship: Whitespire Relevant skills (if applicable): Magic tricks, alchemy! Letter of Recommendation: Maria Baruch ((OOC: Discord)): monarch9807

Spirit Type: Lesser (Greater: Akezo) Spirit Name: Iirilei, The Spirit of Well-being Spirit Totem: A sideways eye with a blue iris Spirit Appearance: An eye made of fog with an iris of cerulean light. Alignment: Neutral Good Discovery: Found on a Spirit Walk by Godwin Maiheiuh and Naya Barakat. Discovered during an attempt to commune with Akezo.

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TREATY OF SAND AND KARSTS Issued by the Sovereign Crown 8th of FRANCISCO’S RESOLVE, en el año de nuestro señor, 99 Introducción With the signing and promulgation of this document, the Sovereignty of Hyspia and the Unified Domain of Vortice, henceforth referred to as ‘the signatories’, do agree on their honor to the terms laid forth hereafter. ARTICLE I: Non-Aggression The signatories agree in the absolute to a pact of non-aggression. There shall be no military conflict between either state; nor between their constituent vassals or noble Houses. Any breaches of this term shall be resolved through the appropriate diplomatic channels. ARTICLE II: Sovereignty The signatories mutually recognize the other as the sole sovereign state over their respective lands, and all titles affiliated with their respective styling. ARTICLE III: Trade The signatories mutually agree to give one another a place for trade within their respective capitals. There shall be a limited sale of resources, and a priority set on luxury goods, textiles, and refined products. The signatories shall offer discounted prices on any items traded between themselves hereafter. ARTICLE IV: Duration This treaty shall remain in effect for twenty saint weeks from the signing of this document, and will be reinstated with the approval of the signatories. IN WHITNESS WHEREOF, the parties hereto have executed this agreement as of the day and year first above written. Signed, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona de Pelear, Sovereign Princess of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lady of Ladorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestress of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Matriarch of House de Pelear HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Korvia, Sovereign Prince-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of Ladorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestre of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk HIS EXCELLENCY, Demitrey Denodado, Gran Chancellor de Hyspia, Maestro de la Esquela de Veronica, Oficial de Imigracion, Capitan of the Opal Odyssey HER HIGHNESS, Lenora Jusmia The 10th Sovereign of the Depths, Monarch of the Unified Domain of Vortice HER NOBILITY, Lady Aerith Maelstorm Matriarch of House Maelstorm, Minister of the Department of Livelihood of Internal and External Affairs of Vortice

The stressed out wandering merchant took the time to read the missive with a raise of her eyebrows "Whoever gets this gig will have quite a fun time! Maybe they can have some of my whisky to sell." With a neat roll of the missive and a quick slip into her satchel. The merchant began her trip back down the road to renovate her brewery.

Aleksander von Theonus spent some time sharpening his spear, axes, and knives "They will not stop unless killed, I wont make the same mistake twice..." the young squire said while taking a deep breath, he'd then take out a book beginning to research the trolls and try to find a easier way to take them down

Knox would smile, doing his best not to let out a laugh "T-That's Horrible..."