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Caius I, while engaging in a grand board game with his colleague, Cardinal Frantzisko picks up a card, and plays it;

She could have never expected that paper could bear such an impossible weight to it. Left to reflect on those decisive moments in which Razad impaled himself upon Faeryel's sword, she couldn't have known she'd come to hold in her hands the last will of the now dead Fatebinder. An expectation to be laid upon her, she was sure, that she dreaded to face. She did not believe that he deserved death, but he had chosen it. It was, after all, by his own will that he sought martial Kaggath as a noble end to his life - to die on his own terms. Why then, did such visceral guilt bury itself within her stomach? With a long sigh, and a deep breath in, she did find strength sufficient enough to read his final words... A reply maybe only heard by herself and another came after some thought; answering a question with another question. The last conversation they would ever have, and it was addressed with just five words. ". . . Was there ever any doubt?"

The old knight settles into his new study, thinking back to what he had seen, the army of magi coming out of the gates and later hearing the word of The Fatebinders death. The old knight hummed, he had few times spoken to the man even when he worked at the enclave but he had spent many years with some of his most relied on people "and now we see what is to come" Artel says, his voice echoing back to him as he speaks to the empty room.

"May they retake their city soon." Sand offered, in peace of mind. He'd hoped his dear friends would be safe and well in the coming year.

everyone who said “watch an irl video” of plate armor is a ******* nerd and I hope all your ST items despawn in your inventory. 2 emote bows are absurd if you apply them to the right circumstances, you double the firing output of most weapons in long fight and pairing that with a horse and minmaxxed positioning and you’ll send 5 arrows in 10 emotes while being untouchable. plate armor is only as broken as nerds say it is. I think all we need is a proper plate buster solution to allow for ppl to diversify their armor choices.

Veils of charcoal grey smoke roiled across the open air of the Northern Winds tobacco parlor. . . Within, the Madame of the establishment stood at the arched window with an outcast gaze - each breath blowing idle plumes into the still night air of Notrebanc. Contemplation in the stead of sleep, as usual. "I wish I could say that your name will be spoken with reverence, but I know that is not likely."

"Master Fatebinder," Renilde croaked, already wrought with the grief of her first son's passing just months earlier. Renilde had never known Fatebinder casually, and had only once seen him without his mask - what a handsome face she thought he'd had. Yet, he'd been a fine conversationalist when their paths did cross politically, and he was ever reliable whenever she'd sought to call upon him or and Hohkmati for assistance. Her fist struck a blow against the surface of the table, rattling the tea-things she usually read her correspondences over. The elderly woman wondered, clutching onto the letter as though it were a lifeline. Would her time come soon, where she would join the better half of her family and friends in the afterlife? Each passing day, she had less and less ties to those who lived above ground...

It was his last gift to her. The conspirators wanted to force an abdication. A published missive, and a peaceful retreat into the desert. But as Faeryel sat there, in the sort of living room upon which the world turns, she felt a terrible sense of certainty that Razad would force her to kill him. He didn't. He pulled himself on her sword, rather than making her choose. Had she failed him? Was he disappointed in her, that she would spare his life, and deny him the succession he craved? When she stepped up to his failing body, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Master." And then, lying through her teeth, in an attempt to comfort the dying man: "But I had to take what was mine."

Laurissa, the revolutionary who had—by luck and chance—led the coup that deposed Razad, finished her speech with a sheathing of that rapier of starsteel. She stepped her way past the crowds of people, those who had gathered around her and Faeryel to liberate the rule of the Academy of Hohkmat. A revolution she started out of a moment of heated emotions, of emotions she let boil to the point that she decided after her mistake to simply follow through and rattle the old man until he was put in his place. She echoed those words she spoke to him after her display of him as she descended the steps, “Momento mori . . . remember, ye are mortal.”

Say what you will of this man. I believe it. A fool, a fraud, unfit to rule. But he always did it for us. Mages. We are here, together, in this city, in this Academy, because of him. I will never forget the day you helped me, youthful and excited, to make my very own arcane focus. The day you believed in me. I believe in Hohkmat because of you. Marinus Corvus Calvissiador, resting in his office, looked out his window once more, to a world... knowable. If only we care to go out and see it.

A horrible, wretched, wicked thing received a letter. Its thoughts were only natural, in mirror of the other dead man's own. . . "Your blinding ambition prevented you and I from taking the Mages to unimaginable heights of power."

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Portrait of Razad the Fatebinder in formal Regalia Official Release from the estate of House Fahrazad The following is released from the estate of the ruling House of Fahrazad of Hohkmat, the official shorthand historical account of Grand Magister Razad the Fatebinder and his last will and testimony. Official History Born Razad of an unknown tribe, Razad is a native of the nomadic Hakad tribes. Birth mother and father unrecorded, he was taken in by The Weaver, Grand Magister of the tribe of Hakad and made an apprentice at the age of 12. Razad did defeat his master in Kaggath at the age of 18, becoming Grand Magister by rite of the challenge and besting two other apprentices for the title and taking up the regnant styling of ‘The Fatebinder’. Razad continued to lead the tribe in Almaris, and made a decision to end the tribe's nomadic nature in the desert- calling together all of the great Magi of the continent to prove their worth to serve as Magisters of his tribe. Prior to this time, mages were scattered and leaderless - pursuing hundreds of individual pursuits with no communal goals or purpose. Razad, Binder of Fates, did bring them together and this formed the nascent beginnings of Hohkmat. During the flight from Almaris - it is known that Razad did receive near mortal injuries that caused his disconnection from the void. His connection was restored by a Lurinite benefactor that Razad did not name in his will. Leading the tribe of Magi to the shores of Aevos, Razad was beset by many challenges - but made diplomatic peace with the Petrans who did allow him to grow and flourish from a small gathering of tribesmen into a flourishing city. Razad did personally oversee the construction of this city, the institutions and the preservation of the traditions of Hohkmat. For its first forty years, Hohkmat did fend off demons, internal threats and coups, and achieved victory in a war on its doorstep. The Magisters of the City plotted for power and thrones, and Razad successfully removed those from power or had killed the greatest challenges to Hohkmat early in his reign. Chief among them were Magisters Lanre Cerusil and Yera Silveira, who official records conclude as having engaged in apostate magic. Razad did also cultivate those around him, as the Grand Magister had an impeccable ability to identify talent and bring forth the best in those around him. He promoted Magisters Laurissa, Sulieronn, and Haus to their seats of power. This era of Hohkmat history was called the ‘Age of Strife’ by the Grand Magister, for its brutal nature of competition for Hohkmats survival and stability. Kaggath became a regular, brutal, and necessary means in which to restore order among the city of Mages - a culling the Grand Magister believed was neccesary to prevent the most evil Magi from seizing power and holding it early on. Following the upheaval of the Kaggath between Magisters Haus and Silveira, Razad declared a new era of study, knowledge, and magic - an end to violence. The next 10 years of his reign Razad did call the ‘Age of Transition’, in which the old institutions of conflict and strife were to be dismantled, believing he had stabilized the Magisters into less hostile polities. Under his scrupulous leadership, Hohkmat saw extreme financial excellence, the design of a brand new city, a complete redesign of the nation into an academy in which it's premiere function was magical instruction and the growth of the city into the epicenter for the study and promotion of magic and a well founded educational curriculum. Razad had approved two apprentices to train as his heir, and their education did continue well into this age. The remaining years of his reign did complete the transition into the ‘Age of Creation'. During this age, the one we currently live in, Hohkmat would continue to become an outstanding academy. Unexpectedly becoming independent, Razad did quickly secure the defense of the nation - his treaties with the Church of Canon and the Heartlanders cornerstones of this political process. The Magisters did challenge Razad for his throne, but he did demand the old traditions be honored. In full ceremonial regalia, Razad did engage in Kaggath with his apprentice, Faeryel of House Fahrazad. Their struggle ended in victory for his apprentice, Razads final worlds were ‘What is the Masters, will one day belong to the apprentice’ He did remove his bone mask and turban to look his apprentice in the eyes, thrust into her hands the ceremonial staff of the Grand Magister and did depart this world with the face of honor of the tradition of the tribe of the Mage-Nomads of which he was raised. Razad featured in full ceremonial battle-garb Formal Will The House of Fahrazad does now acknowledge Faeryel , of the regnant name of ‘The Scholar’ as new Master of the ruling House, and shall begin to archive her reign. The house shall enter into a three day period of mourning, preparing Fatebinders body for ceremonial burial, and then a three day jubilee in celebration of the ascent of a new Master. Razad the Fatebinder, Grand Magister, King of Sorcerers did reign for over a century as leader of the people of Hohkmat. He believed that conflict and competition are inevitable, and that the Grand Magister must suffer the weight of the nation in private. For this reason, it was the Grand Magister's wish that no private letters or counter narrative from his private archives be exposed to the public, believing history will judge him well for his deeds. Razad has fought his last Kaggath, and in his tradition - it is bad luck for the dead to cast words from beyond the grave - and so he has left no public rebukes of those who sat on his council other than the following scroll, ‘Fate has come to pass as it must. The inevitably of change, for nothing is eternal. The void preserve me, and you all, in the days to come’ There is not a mage on the continent of Aevos who does not know his name, for fame or notoriety, and the world of magic has forever been impacted by a nomad Wizard from a desert Farfolk tribe who shall be remembered in the halls of Hohkmat forever. He did bind the Mages together. (The following info is known only by those present, and the info in Razads head - to him alone). Razad did see the hesitation in his apprentice's eyes in declaring her statement. He assumed she felt shame at deposing her master, but Razad knew this is the way of Hakad..ultimately the way of all Magi. To die by an assassin's blade, or a scheme was no way for the King of Mages to die - he would die as he was meant to: KAGGATH. “Faeryel…this is how it was always supposed to be. How it must be….this is our way, this our tradition. Kaggath is inevitable, let us see if you are ready to earn what is yours. Do not mourn, as your Master, this is my wish..." Razad stood opposite the hall of his apprentice, he did place the bone mask of his master The Weaver upon his face, grip his war staff, and his attendants did place the Grand Magister's ceremonial armor upon him. He was old, and felt the great weight of his master's garb. Every time he donned this armor his enemies were killed, his opponents defeated. Razad had a century of magical victories, in combat, in debate, in politics. No one mage could dare say they were his equal in all of Hohkmat. Yet despite knowing this was the way, he did hide his remorse in fighting his apprentice beyond his bone mask- knowing that he may have to kill her. A great bout took place beneath the Chamber of Fire, the crashing sound of stone and blade as the two fought… Seeing his apprentice wield a flaming sword charging towards him, he again saw what he thought was hesitation and unhappiness. Razad did give his apprentice a final lesson, of humility and of a power beyond what any of his Chamber of Magisters could ever grasp - for their schemes were as short sighted as their egos were large. He did call off his magical summons, gripped Faeryel’s blade of flame, and leaned his body fully into her blade. He doesn't remember much beyond this, he was barely able to make out the other spectators in the room…he removed his turban and his bone mask, uttered words almost instantly to his apprentice that he believes were ones a proud father might remark to a proud daughter and ...it all just gets so… Letters were left by the Grand Magister for release by his estate upon his succession. OOC: And to those who are trying to start a new group, never forget....people are always out to put you down. Do what you want.

A Numenedain Templar prepares for the gathering of the Warband. "They call for my Tar and so we shall answer. . . I'll be damned if another people is displaced to these wretched beasts."

The Princess of Númenost cleaned her blade and packed a bag, "They fought with us, stood with us - we will help end the war."

"Shit." Shoya Mochou hissed, the missive creasing beneath her grip upon the paper. She was within her home of Lurin, taking care of one of her dear friends. "Forgive me Shugo, but I cannot leave until they can care for themselves." The woman muttered, careful to not let said friend hear..

1. speed doesnt need to be reduced. Just emote exhaustion. Take breathers. this isn't a matter of balancing, this is a matter of RP quality. 2. Arbalests, crank crossbows, bolases, pilum... just be creative when you try take down a tin can! You need not rework the system so you can shoot them like how you shoot anyone else. Different situations call for different solutions. It should also be noted that any drawbacks for non-magical things can also apply to magic attacks as well in certain situations, depending on the magic at hand. 3. No. Just git gud or use throwables, lol Do it anyways, coward go against the CRP meta

Otellia Maiheiuh waves the paper around "SEE? SEE! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT THERE! I'M GOOD! I'M GOOD!" She points at her name with her tatted index finger multiple times. Declaring to no one around within the Rosethorn square. Looking once more at the codex, "Let's see if they will hurt me for a third time."

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Sofiele ponderes a singular question… ”He had more kids…?”

Takemura manned the border. "Papers, Please."

THE BORDER IS CLOSED, 179 SA In response to the swelling support for the Koyo-Kuni cause against Gashadokuro and the Second Eclipse Issued from the Temple of Nichi-Jin Year of the Oni, 179 SA (1132 Kamijikan) Let it be known that the Stratocracy of Koyo-Kuni remains intact despite the catastrophe that’s befallen our realm due to the Demon-Lich Daimyo Gashadokuro with the full intentions of recapturing our lost lands and defeating this upstart once and for all. Never again will the Oyashi fear the terror of the Laughing Hag’s legacy. While our people appreciate the support from across Braevos, the attempts to displace Koyo-Kuni citizens in foreign lands as refugees will not be tolerated as it saps from the man-power of Koyo-Kuni’s efforts to stabilize our lands. For this reason and the lack of cohesion and discipline shown from some of the foreign fighters, the Stratocracy declares the Koyo-Kuni border closed. The Stratocracy will NOT be accepting anymore foreign fighters. Foreign aid remains open. Need more mon, need more alchemy. While trade remains open, visitors will need to acquire papers from either War Captain Takemura or Ashigaru Customs Officer Bata at either the Nichi-Jin temple or one of the checkpoints leading up to the fallen Flower-Capital. Citizens of Koyo-Kuni will not be allowed to leave the nation except for an emergency blessed by their respective Shōya/host or in the acquisition of resources to fund the war effort against Gashadokuro. Exemption is given to the Sunlit Covenant Chapter for the purpose of fulfilling prior made obligations. All Citizens of at least 18 years of age and able bodied are hereby conscripted to the war effort serving under either their respective Shōya or the Ashigaru. All fighters will be under the command of the Stratocracy made up of the Samurai and Onna-Musha of Sakuragakure and its Shugo. The Chain of Command is as follows; Shugo Kato Oijin, Shugodai Ugokoyama Atsuko, War Captain Ugokoyama Takemura and Mayor Honma Monjaro. The checkpoints shall be officiated by the following Customs Officers; War Captain Takemura, Ugokoyama Bata, Watanabe Mei and Kato Eren. The border shall remain open to the following individuals and aforementioned associations (with accompanying proof of their citizenship in place of Sakuragakure papers). While many have offered their services and manpower to Koyo-Kuni, there are just too many of you to properly oversee which has previously led to the degradation of communications while in the field. While the following are called on specifically, it is understood by the Stratocracy the great chaos unraveling throughout the realm and will take no offense at the inability to provide aid. We request only your bravest and most disciplined be sent to our cause and that your trust be placed in the Stratocracy to see to the success of the war and your safety. His Holiness, Caius I, and his holy brothers Villorik Cardinal Westerwald and Callahan Cardinal Artorus on behalf of the late Queen Amaya of Haense (pbuh) @MadOne@Xarkly @Fleeperpriest Tar-Caraneth Aryantë and members of her Númenedain warband @AstriaS The Cousin Princes Alfred and Leon and members of their Reinmaren warband @Gandhi@BuilderBagel Xiansheng Sand and his students of the Temple Mul’naar @squakhawk Thegn Conan and members of his warband of the Motte of Sólgaard @M1919 We urge the citizens of Koyo-Kuni and foreign freedom fighers to remain calm and disciplined in the face of conscription. In victory we will fight, bleed and grieve together atop the ruins of Hexicanum. There is not greater duty than to fight for one's home and people. The sun will rise above the second eclipse. KATO OIJIN the Black Swordsman, Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, Legendary Sanbushi, Governor of Sakuragakure and Protector of the Farfolk and Descendants of Ai-Zho

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