Sheperds dame.....

[Frisket 4538]

 

For it is our duty and call, that the god above comes and severs his ties to the world, and gives us the holy blood, and so it was Ravar became to be, blessed by the divine intervention, he was given the gift of magic. and blessed us with his blood, for it was his call, and so he said "My dear children go forth and find me the holiest blood, so that I may repay for our sins"
Epilios, book of Enthios 7:17
Today we have gained such, a renown skin and blood, to the house of Vuillerian, and to the Red shepherds that bestow us this fine kin. we thank you for your plausible donation and contribution, Ravar will bless you and bless this kin you call your own. for it is or duty, and her duty to see fit, if you wish for her to remain safe and alive, bring us the body of A Royal or a saint from your holy numb flock of canon, so we may extract their blood to our God, Ravar.....

 

You are given one saint day....The more cuts we do the

 

more you lose

 

Signed- Brandeth Heveth

Spoiler

((OOC: CRP event tommorow at 7:50pm est! for our boys in red! come and roll your luck with us!))

[Mescaffier 6197]

Dame Viktoriya rose from her abode beneath the earth, steam billowing out of her helm. Taloned digits gripped the wooden doorframe she stood in, as she read the letter that'd managed to make it into Old Providence. "There is room for . . . Only one Cult .. ist in this city, bit - ches."

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Duncan would grab every single last weapon he owned and begin marching, today was going to be a blood bath..

[Buffsanta 961]

The Imperial Cavalries Captain perks a brow

"Hmm Ravar...is that a type of soup?"

[LazyBacon220 600]

Grant Elmere rose from his bed, taking the letter and reading over it. He grabbed his weapons and began to sharpen them in preparation for the bloodbath would soon take place "What the **** is Ravar" He stated setting aside his weapons for just a moment to take a drink of early morning whiskey.

[JoshBright 3015]

Jarad would be sitting down in his home, sharpening his blade well reading the massive "So you have chosen death.." Jarad would say as he pulled put a dagger, cutting his hand on the blade as the dagger erupts into flame. He would stab  the dagger down onto the massive as it burns and crumbles into dust..