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Upon the battlefields against Azdromoth, Tanaka braved the storm alongside his comrades. Faced by death once already in this war, his second time would not be as lucky, nor as expected. Amid the warfront shifting, conquering the small fortress of Satar, Tanaka joined his battle-buddy, Oijin, in the bloody skirmish! In the darkest of night and their waning zeal, the radiance of Xan possessed a man. Tanaka insulted this man, this divine being, winning in shattering its ego at the cost of his life. With a streak of sapphire, godly electricity smote the drunkard into ash that’d scatter the battlefield. In Koyo-Kuni, many would find the bum’s tent unattended, a gourd half-drank and his leftover clothes stained.

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 words 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 mother. 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 as 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 on 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

WRIT OF LORDSHIP THE DUCHY OF BLACKWORTH Issued by THE THRONE OF RAVENMIRE Confirmed on 12 of Sun’s Smile, 1974 TO OUR DENIZENS OF LANDS OF RAVENMIRE, It pleases the Royal House of Rostova to reward those of whom that stand out from the rest of their peers, those of which excel in our core ideals of Honor, Loyalty, and Piety. With the powers vested unto us, we do raise Henry Arthur Haverlock, with the title of Duke of Blackworth. Their Duties are as follows, With our culture and beliefs that have been followed throughout the times, The House of Haverlock from the publishing of this writ will bear the title as Duke of Blackworth in perpetuity so long as they dwell and remain steadfast within our realm. With the bearing of such titles, the House of Haverlock are delegated the responsibilities of a noble under the Kingdom of Ravenmire and with it, the countless acts of duties that must be performed with it. The Duke will be granted the privilege of forming a standing levy and retain knights to stand ready at all times to ensure there is no civil unrest, to defend Ravenmire and the Royal Family. The House of Haverlock shall be granted the right to rule their lands and see fair treatment of the Ravenmire citizens who dwell within. The House of Haverlock will pay a royal tax upon their land to upkeep the realm they have earned. Haverlock will sit on the Royal family council and will give their thoughts on Crown matters within Ravenmire. Duke Haverlock will serve Ravenmire and will perform in upholding their duties within Ravenmire and the realm as a whole. With the Haverlock oath of fealty spoken, his oath held in perpetuity, the title shall pass down to the Duke Haverlock first born son or daughter and his legitimate issue and or designated heirs. HIS MAJESTY, THE KING OF RAVENMIRE, HER MAJESTY, THE QUEEN OF RAVENMIRE,

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I totally get it! That's why I wanted to make the amendment in the first place. No hard feelings! :)

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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

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Thank you! That was what I originally put, removing the line entirely and letting the feat lore explain it. I decided to mirror the feat lore instead to make it more clear that I'm not trying to remove the drawbacks of the blessed children.

A good clarification edit. Would be better to refer to the Feat Lore instead of the Ritual Spell as a whole, but since it's already covered below Lord's Blessing, it should mimic what is there originally in the actual page. Also, idk what everyone else is talking about saying this is changing Cursed Children .. they've only been barred from Paladinism and Paladinism only, lol. I recommend probably changing the title to Naz Clarification as opposed to Naz Amendment, since that's what probably led people to assume you changed the actual lore.

Seems fine as is, half the cursed child RP fun is wuh woh soul cursed!