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Brôk was in doubt between two candidates, thinking of his duties and his rights as a citizen. He eventually wrote down Thromdrick, having found no reason to vote for candidates he did not know.

Few warriors could ever best Alistair the Red. Even still, Alistair had laughed with joy upon the realization that Azdromoth would offer the Keeper such a deal. To bring the Azdrazi and their Prophet Sordran so that they may at least bring this war to an end. In the many centuries, since Alistair awoke in Tor Azdraeth to the face of his creator who had brought him back from stone, the Dragonkin had never experienced a Paladin with such nobility. The first of his pupils he had transformed had been Paladins, such as Gwyn, Suldaeroth, and Azaerya, and this left him with lofty ambitions in his heart. To Alistair, no Paladin was above transformation, and their righteous cause could be swayed to something less perilous and more sophisticated - the preservation of the Draconic Species, and their undertaking of reclaiming the world for their forebears. Just earlier that day, he recalled besting some female warrior, one that he could not remember. She had said he had bested her once. The aged Dragonkin had kicked her down a hill and told her she was a fool for attempting to beat him. He was a thousand years old; the Dragonkin could assume shapes nigh inconceivable for most Descendants to best in combat, and he wielded the legendary sword Blackstar. In his arrogance, Alistair saw himself as an agent of divine providence, the true epicenter of his universe where he was simultaneously the best and worst person for the job. Yet, his ego was shattered when the Keeper declined the deal. This had not happened before. How many times had Alistair himself been able to reason with Paladins with his silver tongue? His pride was wounded but it could not be said that the Nephilim did not respect the decision. It is better to stick to one's principles more than anything else. Just as he and his sword Blackstar would probably never stray from siding with his divine creator, Alistair could commend somebody's strict principles without hatred or remorse. He foresaw that conditions might escalate for the worse. Alistair shifted not long after that into his most powerful form, a bestial and scaled creature of immense size and prowess. Yet, he looked on as that brilliant flash of light had turned the Keeper into a Host of Xan. He roared and gnashed his teeth and moved to attempt to save his erstwhile companions from being damaged in the furious onslaught. The Mists of Xan permeated his enormous torso as a bolt of energy sent the massive creature flying into the pit in the pit. Agonizingly, the Mists of Xan seared his scales with what felt like the worst taint he had ever known. Though he had never been cursed by a Necromancer before, this painful sensation that Alistair could imagine drove other Dragonkin insane. This challenge interested him, however. At last, a formidable foe, and Azdromoth had hoarded the man all to himself. It filled him with incandescent wroth as he attempted to clamber up and get a piece of the fighting. To soothe his wounded ego and placate his self-worth. Alas, he watched on from his serpentine eyes as the Keeper died not too long thereafter, his head rolling off of his shoulders with a sundering cleave of Azdromoth's magnanimous weapon. Contempt and venom filled his heart in that moment as he was robbed of a valuable conquest. There could be no more honor found for him here. His prior words to the fallen Paladin echoed again like distant beats in his heart as it thrummed with molten Inner Flame - the molten Draconic ichor that sustained him, pulsating through his body and keeping him from perishing. "Die well."

Upon an altar knelt Father Montfort, praying for his dead comrade's soul.

Amidst the clatter of metal from The Rhun's forge and the constant murmur of commerce, Dor'Nal Hammerfist, a burly dwarf with a penchant for ale, was shouldering an unusual task for such an unassuming figure. Even in his inebriated state, he was determined to pin up a vibrant piece of propaganda on the central notice board—a grand slab of polished stone that served as Urguan's gathering spot for news and gossip. Clutching a rolled parchment that boldly promoted the strength and superiority of another's candidate, Dor'Nal squinted at the dramatic letters, trying to focus. With a hearty laugh and a slightly unsteady hand, he thudded the poster onto the board. The nail went in crooked, but the message—boasting of an idiot of the kingdom—was clear enough. Satisfied with his haphazard handiwork, Dor'Nal stumbled back, nodding approvingly at the poster. "That'll show 'em the might of our craft!" he exclaimed, before turning back towards the tavern to celebrate his small but significant contribution.

Azdromoth ruminated over the slain son of Xan, a feeling foreign and unwelcome washing over him. What was it that the keeper had that he, or his sons, had lacked? He was a petty knight of Order; swindled by an Aengul with the promise of power, or purpose. But why did he remember his face?

The musin Zahkriikyzer strode through the halls of Tor'Praeth, each step of his a move in an ancient and forgotten kata of the shallow tunnels beneath. As breath hissed in and out, they were accompanied by words in perfect poetic rhythm. ". . . The most valiant of them will fall first. . ." ". . . It is a product of their nature. . ." ". . . It is not because they are weak. . ." ". . . It is because the hearts of their allies lack. . ." Around and around he stepped, about draconic figure and dutiful herald alike, continuing that kata for as long as the moon was in the sky.

Vyllaenen quickly accessed the Azdrazi 'deepweb' information system through his Tor('Praeth) browser. He left an anonymous note hanging from one of the 'threads' for the others to read.

Blessed be our Godhunt “We know that Xan bleeds. That with this death… Everything changes.” The chamber within the Redmont rumbled, as the earth shifted all across Aevos. The Earthblood flowing freely once more, turbulent in its wake. The air within the halls became thick, wafted by a scent of sulfur and salt; infernal, malign in its essence. All of the draconic beings within equidistant proximity of one another felt that discomfort as an unbeknownst feeling gripped their souls, their chests heaved and burnt alike. Forcefully was the conclusion that brought them all to speak their query in tandem, aligned like a choir of vexatious canticle issued to no less than Xan’s most brave keeper; Albéric. “DO YOU FEAR, SPAWN OF XAN?” “DO YOU FEAR, SPAWN OF XAN?” “DO YOU FEAR, SPAWN OF XAN?” The air shifted, weaved by the Dragur’s Firstborne creation. Nephilim and herald alike felt the presence linger within their throat; but their voices became their own once more. Burning eyes stared with intent unto the subdued Albéric and Ailure. The keeper was offered a choice; an accord which could benefit not only his own person but the Archdrakaar all the same. Yet Albéric did not succumb, The words of the Archdrakaar rumbled like nails upon chalkboard, grated flesh and the greatest of discomforts ever imaginable upon descendants. Yet Albéric did not relent, Even in the wake of Ren-Oth-Uz in the hand of the Emperor Above, the Titan, Father is that the keeper did not abandon his station, his beliefs, his virtue, for he was Brave. Albéric did not yield. Azdromoth had now finally appeared before the eyes of his dragonflight and his sworn foes. Skidding Albéric’s companion across the room and issuing word for the hordes that revered him is that the room bore witness, and too Ailure would become the witness to the greatness that was to occur within the Redmont. And as the Titan prepared to strike, the brave Albéric spake: “Lord of Sunlight. Patron of Order…” “I beseech thee, grace me with your light and bring us victory in this fight.” A glorious sun manifested itself in radiant light, sending swathes of gold across the horizon, embracing the continent in brimming daylight; sapphire-streaks cleaving the very heavens. That same sapphire mist leaking from the visor of Albéric, whom no longer was himself but the vessel ordained by the Sunlit Lord, whom now acted through the plated keeper - the avatar of Xan. The Archdrakaar welcomed the apparition of his eternal foe, the Aengul whom hath denied him his birthright. Yet the anger he carried within, that never-ending-feud that burned deeply within the Titan was evident for even in the death of Albéric would Xan live on. Even in the passing of the keeper did this very manifestation of the Aengul invoke mockery upon Azdromoth whom without hesitation swung his terrific blade, roaring in an incomparable draconic fury. Forged of heresy and ruin, the harbinger of the end sought to clash against foe, fueled by the obsessive whispers of meat-sweet hunger, warping the earth in which the Redmont existed, as channeled ruinous power imbibed itself to strike true at the vessel of the Aengul whom sent forth a terrible shockwave of sapphire-mist, which toppled even the mightiest of dragons within the anointed and devoted of the Titan. Taunting and contesting even the most powerful of weapons in the posession of Azdromoth. Xan mocked and willed a spear out of sapphire smog to parry Ren-Oth-Uz’s mortal cleave. “You are an imperfect variant of your cursed father.” “Deny me no further that which makes me imperfect.” The ruthful blade sought the heart of the fallen keeper, engulfed in scorching dragonsflame, yet it was not enough; with much grace and otherworldly finesse is that Xan shifted his waist sidewars, forcing Azdromoth’s weapon to miss its mark all the same while impaling Mirwuldsetiid’s stomach, dubbing he an ignoble warrior. The Redmont exploded with fury as the Archdrakaar ripped his blade free, the Titan’s rage only in ascension, an ascent never seen before - bloodust - as the hearts of the nephilim beated like a wardrum that echoed and rang within their minds. He sought to be denied no longer- the Emperor Above. He sought to ensure his Aengul-foe knew his cause was lost. “Your imprudence is shown.” “Look at your father, he rages, screams and roars.” Taunted the Aengul, whom continued to mock in that duel of the ages the two entities of superior power found themselves in, piercing the Archdrakaar’s stomach with precision. “Even in freedom you are shackled. Our sister has left you in madness.” As that spear continued to pierce forward, burning with the sapphire light invoked by the Aengul is that Azdromoth calmly looked upon Albéric’s form, chin lifted in elegance to be betrayed only by his crazed wide visage, leaving naught but sweet whispers unto his enemy. “Feel my flame upon the other side, Order. It will engulf you soon.” Xan’s spear remained deep within the stomach of the Archdrakaar, yet that vessel could not ever hope to withhold the strength of the mountain-made behemoth, and before much could be said did the head of brave Albéric find itself spliced clean. And that fading sapphire mist began to diminish, bringing the now lifeless body into the ground, yet not without granting a last saving grace to the companion of Albéric - Ailure - whom was no longer seen within their temple. Warped into safety, safeguarded by either Xan’s powers or Albérics unparalelled will. The chamber fell silent then. Their Father granting them parting words as the spear was now ripped away from his innards, bleeding godsblood upon the dark labyrinth of Tor’praeth. “RUIN UNTO ORDER, BLESS OUR GODHUNT!” Another light had extinguished this day. The Age of Darkness nearing evermore, a comet soared over the continent twofold, burnt up in the atmosphere as once sapphire dust now turned crimson ichor, igniting unto naught.

[!] A missive can be found posted to every notice board within Urguan. The Anvil Accord: Reforging the Council A Political Reform Proposal Due to the recent upheaval of the Urguani leadership, We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan demand that the Great City’s ideals and future success be placed first and foremost in the minds of both those currently holding council positions and potential candidates for open offices during this time of change and adjustment. In our articles below, We do not call for the dissolution of the Grand Kingdom as others do as We believe in the strength of uniting the clans under a common purpose and maintaining a strong sense of clan identity even more so in these uncertain times. Instead, We encourage an honest vote for a new Grand King to lead us into the next great Urguani era. In addition, We understand that his position is emboldened by the members of his King’s Council. Therefore, We posit that the reforms described herein should be considered for the betterment of the city and its citizens. Too long has the city remained untouched by innovative ideas that would further solidify Urguan’s position in the eyes of the surrounding nations and as such, We the citizens have noticed a regretful decline in the dignity of our beloved city. Our primary goal for these amendments is to bring new life and efficiency into the Urguani government. The Council of Hammers We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan believe that the principle goal of the Council of Hammers, formerly called the King’s Council, is to help bear the burden of responsibility of the governance of the city so that its citizens may be better served by its leadership. We have observed the current council growing complacent in their positions and have not seen any demonstrable enthusiasm as of late to provide us with quality servitude. With this in mind, We have consolidated the Council of Hammers into necessary roles along with improvements to each role so that the Grand King is sufficiently supported on a day-to-day basis. For the purpose of clarity, We have also defined each position so that all citizens may have a true understanding of their representatives. Grand King – Head of all Kingdom Affairs The Grand King is elected by the Urguan citizens and heads all Council of Hammers meetings and Clansmoots. He represents the best interests of the Dwarves and adheres to Dwarven laws and traditions. Though he sincerely considers the advice of his Council of Hammers, he is the final arbiter of justice in matters of law. Grand Steward – Head of City Stewards The Grand Steward and his appointed assistants oversee the day-to-day operations of Urguan. They diligently collect the city’s taxes, ensure adequate housing is provided for their citizens, and bring forth any city planning issues before the Grand King. They also keep account of the realm’s stores and finances, making sure there are sufficient supplies at all times. The Grand Steward represents the rest of the stewards during Council of Hammers meetings. Grand Ambassador – Head of Diplomatic Affairs A friend of all nations, the Grand Ambassador leads his emissaries in diplomatic missions across the land. They speak with other nations on behalf of Urguan and bring back critical information to aid the kingdom in political affairs. During Council of Hammers meetings, the Grand Ambassador advises the Grand King on trade potential, war, alliances, and other diplomatic topics by presenting the information gathered by his emissaries. Grand Marshall – Head of Military Affairs Protector of both the Grand King and the city of Urguan, the Grand Marshall’s day-to-day duties include training of the Dwarven Legion and keeping the peace. He also assigns guards to emissaries during their journeys outside of Urguan. At Council of Hammers meetings, the Grand Marshall advises the Grand King on matters of strategy and defense. High Prophet – Head of Religious Affairs ­A leading official in all things related to the gods, the High Prophet leads the clergy in providing the city with godly insights from the Brathmordakin. He makes himself available to teach the creeds of the gods to anyone who wishes to learn. The High Prophet advises the Grand King during Council of Hammers meetings on doctrine and relics. Iron Baron – Head of Social Activities/Tavernmaster A Dwarf with a penchant for organizing, the Iron Baron and any appointed assistants aid the Grand King with hosting various social events throughout the year. He plans and organizes tournaments, feasts, clansmoots, and other official events, making sure all supplies are accounted for and prizes are doled out. The Iron Baron also ensures all citizens are notified of events. In addition, he oversees the smooth running of Urguan’s tavern. During Council of Hammers meetings, he keeps the Grand King updated on the realm’s goings-on and associated costs. Yemekar’s Pick - Head of the Workforce/Guilds Yemekar’s Pick organizes the realm’s guilds and manages resources throughout Urguan. He and his assistants are responsible for initiating new citizens into the Workforce and maintaining the mines. Yemekar’s Pick also heads the Workforce’s benefits program, ensuring citizens are well-compensated for their honorable work. At Council of Hammers meetings, he represents the workers and brings forth any concerns before the Grand King. Additional Officials & Appointed Positions Grand Regent - Elected by Clan Fathers when a Grand King has not been appointed, the Grand Regent takes on the duties of the Grand King for a short period until a new Grand King can be elected. Stewards - These assistants to the Grand Stewards help oversee realm affairs, including tax collection. Emissaries - Appointed by the Grand Ambassador, emissaries are typically assigned specific regions to visit and gather intel. Hammer Scribe - Appointed by the Council of Hammers, the Hammer Scribe keeps records of all Council of Hammers meetings and Clansmoots. In addition, the Hammer Scribe also received reports from the Head Librarian to ensure realm records are kept organized and safe. Head Librarian - The Head Librarian oversees the Urguani Library and provides the citizens with unfettered access to the realm’s literature. They accept book donations and manage the vast library shelves. Head Reckoner - Holder of the Book of Grudges, the Head Reckoner ensures that all citizens adhere to Dwarven law and acts as a judge in criminal disputes. He also oversees the training and reporting of other reckoners. Clansmoots During this tumultuous time, We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan know that now is the time to strengthen our clan bonds, not shy away from them. We believe that it is the lack of solid and unifying clan identities that has led us astray from our aspirations as Dwarves. Brother fights against brother and the weakened clans have contributed to a weakened Urguan. Our wish is to see a revival of each clan’s purpose and re-found respect for Clan Fathers. Dwarven Legion With the increase of criminal acts around the city and the absence of a robust city guard, We the Honorable Citizens of Urguan seek the re-institution of the Dwarven Legion so that We may once again feel at peace within our stone walls. Our gates have stood unmanned and agape for any ne’er-do-well to sneak through, any provoker to stride through, and any army to storm through. We demand the government leadership call upon able-bodied Dwarves to join the Legion and train them so that they may be ready at a moment’s notice to repel those who wish ill on Urguan and its citizens. The Anvil Accord is put forth by Honorable Urguani citizens and the reforms summarized within this document are supported by Thurgrim Silverbraid.

A knight in all black armor takes a puff from a stolen cigar, a solemn look on his fat face as he looks out onto his new homeland. Talking to no one but himself, the knight says “You know my whooe oife it wasth aoway'sth the bettew peopoe who died fiwst”. Taking another long puff from his cigar, he looks down “Fiwst isth wasth Sthiw Ethan, then Lowd Edmond, I hope Sthiw Gaspawd isth sthtioo aoive. . . and now Sthiw Radmiw”. A cold humorless laugh comes from the black knight's mouth, as tears run from his eyes. After a few moments, the knight stops laughing and the tears stop running. Taking one last puff from his cigar; letting it fall out of his mouth. The knight exhales a few times before realizing he is on the ground, a loud grunt is heard as the knight lifts himself up. Exhaling one last time the knight utters “You can do it Sthiw Magnus, peopoe need you to cawwy on.” blinking away a few more tears; Sir Mangus looks up at the moon and declares “Fow Sthiw Radmiw and the west of Veoetz I wioo cawwy on the dweam. . . the dweam of” he would cut himself off.

A letter would sent promptly to the mage "Enrollment in our Academy is the fastest way to find a teacher; it is a structured system, and our Circle of Creation facilitates the arts you profess to pursue. Our Magical Academy does require a series of studies to be completed before one can be fully embraced as a student. However, you will ultimately find it to be rewarding, a vast improvement to your magical education, and not cheaply earned. You may enroll in studies directly at Academy itself, where you may receive your tome of knowledge. " Official Correspondence from the Academy of Hohkmat

"A step forward, certainly." said the both infamous and beloved Marc Galbraith, Interim Headmaster of the Society of the Ex. Horen, upon hearing of the Edict "I look forward to seeing who shall run for the Balianese Senate!"

Theodore reads over the lengthy missive with a smile. "I'm glad to know that the passion she displayed at the Garmont Assembly was not just a tick of nervousness. She may just bring honor back to the seat she runs for." he says as he folds the missive in half. He chuckles to himself. "I'm certainly glad I won't have to face her in the polls."

EDICT OF SENATUS CIVIS A Decree from the Crown 13th of Owyn’s Flame, 108 B.A. PREAMBLE The Legislative powers of Balian shall be henceforth entrusted to the Balianese Senate. The Senate shall be elected by the people of Balian, to serve as their lawful representatives and advise the Crown. Article I - The Senate The Crown shall entrust the Senate with legislative powers to serve as the representatives of the balianesee citizens. Five senators shall make up the Balianese senate, and be charged with: Upon a new session, the Senate shall elect a speaker from among their members. To be elected speaker, a senator must nominated by another senator and receive a majority of votes. -If the Senate fails to elect a speaker within 2 saint weeks, the Crown reserves the right to select a speaker from among the presently elected senators. -The speaker may be removed from office if a senator puts forward a motion for removal, and it receives a majority of votes. The power to draft, propose, and vote on legislation. Once passed, the bill must be presented to the Crown by the speaker to be signed into law. -The Senate may propose alterations to the Royal Codex. -The Crown may refuse to sign a bill, and send it back to the Senate for further review. -The Crown has the right to veto any legislation, or motion passed by the Senate if deemed necessary. -The Crown shall enact the veto no later 2 saint weeks of the Senate’s vote. Vote on the appointment of Duana officials by the Crown. Once an appointment has been made, the official may be called to represent themselves at a meeting of the Senate. The Senate will interview the candidate, before motioning for a vote. -For an appointment to be approved by the Senate, it must receive a majority of votes. -The Senate must hold the vote within 2 saint weeks of the appointment, or it takes effect without the approval. -If a candidate is denied, they must submit the reasons why to the Crown. -If the Senate isn’t in session when an appointment is made, it does not require the Senate's approval. It may be called for review if deemed necessary during the next session. Call for a vote of no confidence against any Duana official. If passed, the Senate must list the reasons for the vote, and the speaker shall present the case against the official to the Crown for review. -If the Crown finds the case to be credible, the impeached official will be removed from office. Article II- Speaker of the Senate The speaker of the Senate shall be charged with leading the Senate during the session, elected from among the sitting senators. They shall preside over the senate, organizing when to meet, and the agenda for each meeting. The speaker is entrusted with the following powers: -Shall act as the chief representative and voice of the Senate to the Crown. -The right to request an audience with the Duana and the Crown. -The right to preside over and call the Senate into a meeting, setting forward the agenda for each meeting. -To call for a vote on bills. -If the speaker is presented with a bill and refuses to allow a vote. A senator can motion for a vote if the motion is approved by a majority vote. Article III- Senate and the Crown The Senate will advise the Crown for the benefit of the Balianese people, and the Crown shall: -By Divine Right from GOD, all powers flow through the Crown. The Crown may approve or veto any legislation, motion, proposals, or petitions brought forth to them. -The Crown will give a reason for any veto. -Give a response to each bill, within a span of 2 Saint’s Week. -Add or remove the senate seats as deemed necessary between sessions. -Call or dismiss the Senate as necessary. -The Senate will operate in 8-saint week terms, unless a decree is made by the Crown, -The Crown will not allow the Senate to remain out of session for longer than 4-saint weeks, unless decreed otherwise. -The Crown may extend a Senate session as needed. Article IV- Senate and the Segnoria The Senate and Segnoria shall serve as the two advisory bodies of the Crown, and adhere to: -Segnoria’s powers outlined by the Crown in the Segnoria of Balian; are revised to remove any legislative power. -The Segnoria may still pass advisory motions to the crown. -The Segnoria may pass a bill to the Senate for a vote. If passed in the Senate it can move to the Crown for approval. -The Crown may call for a National Commune, summoning both the Senate and Segnoria to act as direct advisory bodies in times of crisis. Article V - Elections The Senate is elected by the citizens of Balian, and must adhere to: An election commissioner shall be appointed by the Crown to oversee the senatorial elections. -The Commissioner must conduct the elections fairly and without bias. Elections happen when a new Senate is called into session by the Crown. -Unless decreed otherwise by the Crown, each session shall last 8-saint weeks. -In between each session, 2 saint weeks shall be allowed for the elections to take place. -Elections shall begin with a call for candidates, allowing at least 72 saint hours for candidates to announce they are running. -A period of at least 1 saint week shall follow to allow candidates to campaign, debate, and appeal to voters. -Voting shall be open for at least 24 saint hours but may be extended by the crown. -The top candidates with the most votes shall be elected to the Senate. A special election would be called if a Senator resigns or is removed during a session; -Will be overseen by the Commissioner with the process condensed into a single saints week. Candidates running for office must meet the following requirements; -Be at least 16 years of age. -Have residences at an address in Balian. -Be in good standing with the laws of the Kingdom. -Must follow the Canonist faith. -Be a Citizen of Balian -Filled out the Census -Must not be a sitting Duana member -Can not be a current Peer of the Crown. Voters in the election must meet the following requirements; -Be at least 16 years of age. -Have residence at an address in Balian. -Be in good standing with the laws of the Kingdom. -Be a Citizen of Balian. -Filled out the Census Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Sybille I, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of Balian, Princess of Providence, Duchess of Helena, Reutov, Sunholdt and Lorraine, Countess of Pompourelia and Kositz, Viscountess of Eflen and Anatis, Baroness of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Montcoure and Ciavola, Lady of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera

A great quickening took hold of JENNÉT OF TEPÉS. With hands nearly as certain as her keenness to greet the young hunchback, she sent word and notice of a request surely met!

"I promised to tell him the tale of how Sir Gaspard lost his eye . . ." contemplated the hedge knight sadly in a deep state of melancholy. "I will sing it to him in the Seven Skies." he then murmured to Robert, a promise must never be broken, afterall. The freerider thought. Even if death comes upon us.

Posters would line the walls of a few cities such as Petra, Kaethal and Hohkmat all with letters signed in golden ink. The letters would read as followed "Dear teachers of the more technological crafts of this world, my name is Gloria Aestra and I wish to learn many of the creative arts we have within this world. I wish to learn to not just enlarge my knowledge of this realm but also to help others with my knowledge of these crafts. So far I am artificer, a mage of fire, conjuration, and transfiguration however I see both magical and non magical crafts. I am also a novice alchemist however there are a few arts I wish to peruse. These arts include the creation of Atronachs, Golemancy and perhaps sorvian sculpting, as well as any other artistic or creative crafts of this world anyone is willing to teach. If you are then please send a bird [Rocky_Wolf] so I may get in contact with you-Sincerely Gloria Aestra" the letter would be signed with the symbol of a golden eye.

XIX On this day of THE 8TH OF SUN’S SMILE, IN THE YEAR 178 OF THE SECOND AGE, Camulos Ersutu swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. He took the name Goldaer Brúnor. XX On this day of THE 11TH OF SUN’S SMILE, IN THE YEAR 178 OF THE SECOND AGE, Raug swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. He took the name Ruthron.

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓼 It was an early hour when the Knight of Midden arrived upon horseback at the delivery of his first born and only son. His wife, Sophia, having bore the brunt of an excruciating childbirth lay still moving with the babe in her arms upon a small bed at a local tavern somewhere in the south Middlands. It was true Radmir was no outlaw, in fact those who took refuge in the Exilic Kingdom still remembered him fondly despite his unforeseen political movements; still he was hunted, twice he had fought off bandits upon the road claiming to fight for the falsely purported dead at Johannesburg. The man swiftly dismounted and lurched to his wife, while he was gravely saddened and even heartbroken Montalt men did not cry- he was taught such with swift beatings from his father the “Cow Count.” With his wife dying and newborn barely uttering noise he whimpered from his grizzled figure to her. “You did well, my dearest love. Godan has for you a seat at his bountiful table. Me and Mickael will join you there when he deem it right.” Warmly, she smiled as he patted her head; he had entrusted the ancestral blade to his brother- when it was time his son would wield it. All the while Radmir made to give the servant girl his son to keep safe while he spoke with his wife. It was not known if Radmir was ill, but in private words with his wife he spake of the future of the family- and the continued effort to restore hope to their line. Either through failing health, or upon finding out that his wife was Hyspian and therefore his son was “half-hyspian” Radmir suffered a heart attack following his wife’s departure from this earth. His final words are said to be: “Hyspian?- grahh ahhh-“ He was forty years of age. Death Poem: Murder, I did not Steal, I had not even thought Though my home remains in ash, And my enemies strike my people with their lash. Dearest GOD on high, if not your servant, what am I? To fight for a lost cause, to face servants of IBLEES claws? Such devotion I hold, alone, true. For my love was not for country, glory, or honor; It was for you.