The Devil of Numendil

[nunlover 579]

 

 

  

 

In the later hours of the day, Lord LUCIEN DE BRIONNES took to the road alongside his bastard, ANDRÉ ASHES. Their venture took them across the countryside of Numendil, as the pair sought out some foe fit to test their steel; yet, the land gave little save silence.

At last, when dusk drew nigh and their hunt seemed fruitless, they spied a figure upon the road ahead. A woman, one might think, and yet her countenance was unsightly, for it was surely alike to the twisted visage of Iblees. She identified herself to be ESTER BEAUMONT, a childe born of sin, seeking respite in Numendil after Norland came under Imperial rule. Her tale, however, meant little to neither Lord nor Bastard, who seized her then and there and bore her off toward Waldemer.

 

TO THE TAR OF NUMENDIL,

 

It seems the taking of Princess Madelief of Myrine was not enough to rouse you from the wooded thicket where you cowered in our last battle. No matter. If you would not rise for her, perhaps you will rise for one of your own. If you would see this Ester Beaumont again, returned safely to your land, you’ll find her within the Castle Waldemer, but only by tearing her from our grasp.

 

 

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NO WORDS, BUT DEEDS.

His Lordship, Lucien Ashford de Brionnes

Edited August 29, 2025 by nunlover

[iSmooch 124]

Darren returns his helm to his head after what feels like immediately removing it.

[terms 255]

Andre Ashes read though the ransom post as it was written, nodding along as he eyed the devil in the corner of the room. "Blood for Ashford" He said to those around him.

[Nestro_Miner 589]

Kalenz stirred up from his nap, gathering his weapon and armor before marching out to defend the homeland in case of an attack.

[Moumins 378]

 

⸙ THE DEVIL SITS IN THE CORNER ⸙  

Truthfully, she was of Norland. She picked at the rations given to her with a wooden fork.
 

 

 

[Sonybut7 530]

From within the ALL-FATHER'S HALLS. A nord looks down with a frown upon the unfolding events of Drusco's obsession with the word 'bastards'. Here he spoke then. "Lucky... I suppose you're not really that 'Lucky'."

[ChainedDragons 1374]

Bron's eyes narrow upon seeing this missive. Time to be prepared yet again. He wished the fellow devil luck.. he had gotten lucky. 

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard eyed the missive, naturally low upon such reading. "Ah, poor woman. Ester." He muttered, a horned devil himself - much marred, and aged. Subtly did a tsk follow, recounting that he had certainly heard of this one - and how terribly unlikely it was for there to be two cursed Esters. "...Wait- seeking respite...? Did they just ransom a Norlandic devil to Numendil?" A grimace cast over him. "And I thought it was stupid to detest devils." Lowly did he chortle to himself, before the thing was folded.

[Pearlescent 585]

Spoiler

Me... me when low tier bad faith bandit rp

 

[MatronMaeve 170]

Morwen, the young Adunian girl, shook her fist at the skies as her eyes glanced upon the missive, struggling to comprehend every word on the parchment. "They will naet get away with this. Druscan dummies will pay for takin' me brother and NOW me honorary older sister!"

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

"Wait what?" Arthur asked himself, as he got prepared to fight the Mountain this coming Saint's Day. 

[nunlover 579]

LUCIEN RAYMOND ASHFORD DE BRIONNES BRINGS NEW, NEWS! "WE HAVE LET THE PRISONER FREE!" HE'D CHANT THROUGHOUT DRUSCO.

[spaazmatism 1018]

Spoiler

btw pugsying ppl so u dont have to make them d20 is weird and bad faith 

 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

very high quality roleplay

[DancingZebra267 1626]

The old chapter master would frown as he finished reading the missive. He’d toss it to the table with a scoff. "Is this war? Or a child’s game of tag - 'come and get me,' they cry, yet how many times have they been gotten? For we have all heard the story how their own leader, the so-called Lord of Drusco, slipping away from his keep like a rat in the dark when the walls trembled. And now they prance about the countryside snatching innocent bystanders off roadsides like it’s some holy crusade." He'd pace a few steps. "They speak with grand words of righteousness and wrath, but their conduct reeks of theater, not piety. It is clear to me that they're simply boys in borrowed armor playing war, dragging the name of GOD through every ditch they stumble into." Vincenzo would stop then, his expression hardening. "If this is the standard of their fight, then I begin to wonder if they seek victory, or simply attention."