Jump to content

The Knights Table

Recommended Posts

Dame Yvaine enjoyed her vacation get away with her beloved husband. However, she offered a singular nod of approval upon hearing that her child fought against the undead of the north.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Felicie would go about New Valdev telling of her valiant fight, having slain her very first undead, in her very first battle. >:)

Edited by confusedjester
Link to post
Share on other sites

Ser Rickard of Valdev jeers into the wind at Camp Tatiyana, preparing for battle against those who would come back to fight against them.

 

Spoiler

 

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Ser Nikolas 'Longstrider' was astonished as he read the report.

 

"Longstrider?! The only reason I spent the whole time running was cause he put me on a flank, and then those lot told me to join the others!"

Link to post
Share on other sites

John Casimir wiped the blood from the Fang of Cloudbreaker. The black sword claimed the life of one whose soul was tarnished, but whose heart was not without valour. In his final moments, he had but one request: To be laid to rest in the tide's embrace. "You fought well," the Prince mused in solitude. The waves washed over the fallen warrior, carrying him unto his final judgment.

Link to post
Share on other sites

From the Karodur, the Lady Palatine received her elder brother's report with subdued but evident pride. She did not wish to seem too prideful and elated, given the nature of the battle and Belisar's injuries...but this was the greatest of the Haeseni strikes into that wasteland thus far. She hoped those of Xion would not soon forget it.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Ordak. Eam leaving him to die next time," commented Sigmar with a grumble. He then tossed his bow and arrows aside, deciding to never again be an archer or to be even tempted to be one.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Barrowlord Khôr meditated within the Cathedral of Lumbridge as Abyssal energies brought clarity to its scattered mind. A white raven, specifically bred for covert purposes, delivered a report of the battle which described a story matching the one told by the enemy. "So emerges the black raven, who has grown blithe in times of gluttonous prosperity... Never shall they be a bird of prey, their blood only to blemish the snow..." it rumbled, storing the document. Issuing new orders to an Eidolon nearby it began writing down new marching orders...

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...