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  4. Vindacus was loitering, flipping crabs and jellyfish on the beach during his vacation. For he much enjoyed the fresh air when he received news of this incident... upon reading the letter sent to him by a good friend he was outraged shocked even... "Does he not know?!?!" he blurted out loudly "to think... they would dare assail I?! Vindacus?!? son of god?!? was this... 'pontif' if that even is his real name?!? informed of mine standing?!?!?" he shrieked to the seagulls fluttering overhead. "SUCH BLATANT HERESY UPON GOD'S CHOSEN CHILD SHALL NOT GO UNPUNISHED!!! TO BREAK INTO MINE HOUSE IS AKIN TO DEATH!! THIS PONTIFF SHALL BE CRUCIFED FOR HIS UNHOLY SINS!!"
  5. azdrazi are so dragon’s dogma coded 

    1. FlemishSupremacy

      FlemishSupremacy

      So true

       

      buy the azdrazi polymorph dlc for only 1.99 so u can alter your character

  6. [!] A sealed envelope, containing a neatly folded handwritten letter, is delivered to the House Valkonen. It is addressed only to Dame Rosalind Valkonen. Dame Rosalind Valkonen, Read my words well. As a mother, I understand the instinct to protect one's children. However, I never thought it appropriate to involve oneself in the trivial disputes of the young. Is it truly necessary to intervene in children's affairs? My child has shared her perspective on recent events, and I assure you, she is not dishonest. It's regrettable that she wasn't entirely hospitable to your daughter, but it's an important lesson that not everyone will be friendly. This is a reality I've taught my daughter, and perhaps it could be a valuable lesson for yours as well. The Haeseni people are generally known to not be so thin-skinned and weak, is this not so? My daughter has faced her share of insults and threats, yet I chose not to retaliate against those children. Even in the instance of a group of Haeseni children threatening to cut out her tongue for a careless remark she made, and apologized for. Instead, she has learned to mend those relationships on her own. I have instructed my daughter in the importance of kindness, respect, and the necessity of apologies when she errs. She has faced the repercussions of her actions but will not apologize for misdeeds she did not commit. I am indifferent to your title or any other; we are all Haeseni. Despite being a commoner, as you've pointed out, my contributions to our kingdom are significant and warrant respect for my family and me. Remember, it is the commoners' hard work that sustains our kingdom. Your offer of mercy is not something I seek. As her mother, I, alongside her guardians, bear the responsibility of disciplining her. Should Petra find herself in trouble, please inform me, Lady Marian Weiss, Lady Ophelia Weiss, Firress Makaela Mondblume, or Forgemaster Rakhnar Uristson. Any attempt to punish my daughter on your part will be met with a much worse fate for yourself. This is not a threat but a promise. I once regarded you as a friend, but your recent actions have breached a trust I cannot easily forget. It is the adults who attempt to harm a child that truly act barbarously. I hope you will reflect on this as you move forward. Warmest regards, Firress Esmeray Luceran
  7. On her return to Novkursain, Felyska came across a copy of the letter from the serving staff. In her new return, much had already happened. Much she had learned. And although she had come to know this tale already, she still read the letter with some distaste. Folding the letter with a delicate touch, as much as he one non-broken arm would allow, she kept it on-hand. A new wound to lay on the old. Home was a complicated place. How easy it was for people - fallible, terrible people - to turn their backs. A prior conversation left her wanting to set the whole thing down. But reading it anew flared her temper in more than one way. And that rotten, deep wound festered.
  8. A young Siegmund Weiss eagerly awaits his enlistment date in the Brotherhood!
  9. Why do it for free?

  10. Heir remade from Holy Ash of Tor-Azdroth. Remade. Reborn. Destined purpose. Destined Death, defiled; defied. Not once more, will it die. Not again shall it sunder, and cry, nor weep or fly ever so high, or again shall it fall until it dies. -The Regent A luminous thread of ash with woven strings attached betwixt the Nephilim's crude talons had intricately hovered over the thrumming oval-shaped orb, its intensity boiling as it presence was shakable, nigh tangible even behind that prison-made-shell, those strands of ash waved against it, harmlessly webbing its shield-shelled form, as cinders of ash balanced upon the strings and blew across it. The Nephilims jaw lightly dropped, hanging, balancing at the roots of amazement, constant awe smothered those sharp eyes, a constant reminder, a repeating cause that ushered sweet-iron duty. Words of a deep-draconic, impossible to understand, they were alien to even the ash and soil it stood upon, the fires themselves boomed with a mad ferocity as it sung their repeated song. ♫Dearest mine kin. Chosen prince. Oh hear my words ♫ ♫Taketh the winds, crack and shatter clouds and rest upon our hearts of fire♫ ♫Like distant thunder you will sunder, upon our ears.♫ ♫Chosen prince, I sing unto you like a sweet-melody will you be born♫ ♫Saveth the king from his damnation, chosen hier be his blade♫ ♫Thus it is decree, taketh thine titles- It thou devotion; duty to the empire.♫ ♫ Chosen hier, the sky’s are yours too walk; tread the air- fly and defy the circumstances of our race. ♫ ♫ The puissant prince will grow to unmatched heights reveling in the idea of power and knowledge. ♫ ♫ Rival a mountain in all perspectives, oh Chosen prince I sing unto thee. - Lead us, througheth the burning path ♫ ♫ To victory will you bring us, aid us to our final charge. - Those cowering pests shall sunder, crash and fall. The foundations topple upon the known world. ♫ ♫ To victory our chains shall fall loose, then freedom is yet a blink away. ♫ ♫ Heir of fire ♫ ♫ Heir of trueborn flame ♫ ♫ The Chosen Prince ♫ The Nephilim repeated that old poem which manifested from his lips at the peak of old tor-azdroth, at the summit laid the stone An-Gho, even in death his hums were heard throughout the melody, in complete sync, a mad dyad placed wonderfully together. The song was sung right after the battle between Morur’ei and Vothdrem, the death of Vothdrem, though perhaps deserved, secretly the Nephilim was burdened with a guilt, untold and remaining unknown he would savor the pain for the foe to face. Yet nothing came of it, the Nephilim had wondered was even repeating the same old song, appealing? No. Of course not. Perhaps the Nephilim lacked understanding, perhaps it was that ignorance, blinded by his dragonic-pride, yet nevertheless, too much wisdom, too much guise did it have to shame itself under guilt. His idea of the orb was a bewildering mystery, he had only a complex variety of theories; some held sense, some had not- yet he was willing to take the chance, willing to sing any blasphemy, any sacrifice to see the odds. Tor-Praeth The coming Age of the Dragon. Age of flame. “Oh you cosmic wonder of creation, I wonder what mantle shall you bear? Who’s name you shall sing, a creature born in this age, to live in the next.” -Azlihessan as he splattered his blood upon a stone tablet, the very blood depicting words upon rock. “Where will you bring the flock of the Titan? I am sure it will be great heights, greater then what I could ever reach.” The Regent then uttered, after having the Age of Nephilim across Almaris bless the unlived-drake, unhatched, destiny waiting to be made living. I yearn for the day, to be a second witness of a new ascension gift returned unto us, rightfully so, bare the mantle of re-made, made prince under the blood of Azdromoth Herald of the apocalyptic fate of those damned cretins in their wayward heavens. The day your roar beckons the call, the day this object spurns or toils with anything, something, will be a blessed day, a day where the age of dragonic-kind will no longer merely survive, it shall thrive. The pillars of the sky dismantled, as the heart of the sky is ripped out and its blood rains a terror that will shake them unthinkably so, they wait for their chance, yet we will them rid of every opportunity, we will reveal them for the cowards they are, their weaknesses exposed, then humiliated for that is their worth. They feared my father before his days of birth- For even then, he peaked the heavens and mused at their decrepit flaws. Dragur witnessed the amusement as your First foundation fell, now watch as this new-age comes and my father's prestige proceeds your own. Yet he already has, a thousand years ago- When Asioth was discovered, then re discovered, then recovered with a lax tongue, and a crooked pen. His sons His daughters The heirs of his coming Empire of fire. …………. Cloudbreaker I await the day. Service you owe; your duty will be your mantle.
  11. Raktzu sat cross-legged in his northern abode, his claws etching the following message into a canvas of hide for the Jūshoku: "Raktzu will be interviewed. Balance is the way of the hunter, this one is forever dedicated to the Hunt." This is all.
  12. Caius I reads over the report, pleased with Gerard's diligent work. While talking to Cardinal Frantzisko of Albarosa, the topic of the Grandmaster comes up, and Caius lets out a loud, jovial laugh. "I don't doubt that this man has his place reserved him in the Skies. What an exemplary knight, that Gerard! Anyways. . what has come of the next Bull?"
  13. ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩 Date: 12th of Malin's Welcome, 1970 To the flock of Canondom, It is with a heavy heart that I must report a tragic incident that occurred during the arrival of the carnival in Whitespire, Aaun. Amidst the festivities, chaos broke out when a rope snapped, leading to a performing artist falling from a great height. Investigation revealed that a hooded figure, identified as a "Follower of Chaos," was responsible for this dreadful act. Despite our efforts to reason with the individual, he persisted in spreading blasphemous rhetoric, claiming that our faith in GOD was false. He refused to remove his hood, citing religious reasons, and even attempted to strike me with a dagger when we insisted. However, divine intervention spared me, and he was quickly apprehended. Upon further interrogation, the cultist revealed ominous warnings about a "great beast" that threatens our existence. Despite our best efforts to extract more information, he resorted to self-mutilation by biting off his own tongue, rendering him incapable of speaking. In light of his irredeemable actions and the imminent danger he posed, John of Aaun decreed that the cultist was of no further use to us. Thus, he was swiftly brought to justice, and his remains were consigned to the purifying flames of a pyre, ensuring that he could no longer spread his vile influence. Let this be a stern warning to all those who harbor heathen thoughts and seek to sow seeds of doubt among the faithful. Know that the arm of GOD's justice shall reach even the darkest corners of heresy, and those who defy the sanctity of canon shall fat the righteous fury of GOD. Yours faithfully, Holy Ser Gerard, Grandmaster of the Holy Order of Saint Jude
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  15. Ser Rickard gave a big thumbs up supporting his local troops. "Join the Brotherhood today! Or else."
  16. druidism day 12

  17. Come lurk with me at the Kwee Pueblo mate
  18. "Finally, some proper news - and endorsed by the Church! Dobry!" Observes one pink-cheeked Godunov matron, during her carriage ride to Valdev...
  19. Goofy mod team!

  20. "Finally, some impartial news not afraid to show what they're doing to Waltonburg." Yuri commented as he thanked Father Rhys @ReveredOwl for the bats to smack away the flying mechanical skulls with.
  21. free my boy satinkira

  22. ISSUED 15TH OF JULA AG PIOV 523 E.S. Penned The Black Company Scribes Founded by Rhys var Ruthern I, Count of Metterden over two centuries ago, the Black Company has stood the test of time being one of the longest-lasting and well-known vassal levy’s within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Since its founding of yore, the company has expanded past its simple levy duties and branched out into trade and entrepreneurship, the creation of Black Company Trading as a mercantile shop and now The Hammerhead, relaying continent-wide information to the Haeseni people. In recent months a new bandit has harangued our roads and Queenswood. Particularly preying upon children and the less fortunate, the killer was first seen at the recent circus according to reports by Lady Ioanna d’Arkent Kortrevich. Whilst thought relatively harmless at first, they have since been heard to be luring children into the woods with the allure of petting their dog. Beware the woods, and strange men within it! This should be common sense as it stands anyway. In recent news, it has been discovered that the Woodsy Strangler has killed their first victim. An unknown elven child was found in the farmlands outside Valdev, a single blade wound ran through. The Crown and Brotherhood of Saint Karl have sworn to catch the culprit. An artist's rendition of the Karoswood of Haense. A Brotherhood sketch artist's design of the Valdev gallows. For the first time in well over a hundred years, a peer of Hanseti-Ruska has been found guilty by the Crown, and tried as such. Baron Anatoliy Godunov, having long since disappeared from his homelands to cavort with elves and horned folk, flaunted his obligations, dues and services owed to the Crown that granted he and his family nobility. In an operation headed by Ruthern men under the command of a brave patriot, the rogue Baron was captured and brought to Valdev where he was then tried by the Crown, and declared guilty of treason by Her Majesty Nataliya. He was hung by the neck till dead, a fate both swift and most deserved. Wzuvar ag Byvca ❅ Jula ag Piov ❅ Vzmey ag Hyff ☼ Grona ag Droba ☼ Tov ag Yermey ϟ Msitza ag Dargund ❅ Joma ag Umund ❅ A diagram of the stars. With Mistress Ingrid The Queen is going into retrograde. That serves as an unfortunate warning for those born under that sign! High intensity mood swings, horrible luck and clumsy balance will be a large symptom of the shiting heavens. Beware tall buildings, mountain-tops and strong weather. Romance during this time shall be dangerous and daring. Roll the dice, you shall either strike it lucky or fail miserably. The Drake has good times ahead. Wisely-timed jokes, good swordplay and plots shall come to fruition during this time. Success is on the cards for those under this sign, and now is the time to gamble big. Use your cunning and wit for now is the time to gamble your life-savings for they shall be doubled. Romance during this time however shall fail miserably, and you are likely to end up with an Erkindelir for your betrothal dinners should you be scheduling them in the near future. Yuri, Resident of Waltonburg 65 y.o. Yuri of Waltonburg inspecting the ruined fields. Today The Hammerhead interviews Yuri, a peasant man of Waltonburg. Yuri has served in a number of conflicts for the Crown over a long service. Being initially called up to join the Levy during the Adrian rebellion under King Georg I, he thereafter served in every conflict for the Crown loyally. After returning home from the war against Veletz in the south, Yuri ventured back to his homestead of Waltonburg to find it over-run with the odd and the plain nightmarish - flying skulls, robotic dogs, three-eyed fish in the polluted waters and farms torn down in the name of ‘industry.’ Is this what Yuri fought for? When questioned about the state of Waltonburg, Yuri commented “I fought for this country in the Midlands and when I marched on home after, I found it wasn’t the Adrians that had destroyed my home but those damned priests.” “The water’s brown instead of the God given clear it was before and I saw some flying skull pumped full of Owynist magic floating around my local church.” “... one of those dogs made of metal bit me on the arse that one time for getting too close to the carrots on their side of town.”* “F*ckin’ criminal, mate.” said the veteran. Is our country turning its back on its veterans? The Jeremic liberties have been swept aside by these Owynist invaders with a freeman losing his farm and thus no longer being a man. Is this what we fought for? Is the Biharist freedoms dead in this modern Haense? We must act for the common man. The Duma has already voted against this church within Waltonburg but nothing has been done. The time to act is now! Where’d they get those flying skulls from anyway? They must’ve desecrated Haeseni remains to get them. ✔ The White Comet Strikes Again Whilst all occurred with the Lord Godunov, Cardinal Villorik of the White Comet was on the search for darkspawn! Once more his crusade led him to the city of Kaethul where he came upon a man with an Inferi Grimoire. With the might of GOD, Cardinal Villorik alongside fellow crusaders sought to bring the rapscallion back to Valdev wherein, after thorough interrogation, they were rightfully burnt at the stake for the evil-doer that they were. Once more the White Comet proves to be an order for our kingdom to be proud of. Let evil wither and shake at the mention of their name. In the last few year we mourn the deaths of our late monarchs, Queen Amaya of Venzia ‘The White Flame’ and our King Aleksandr II ‘The Conqueror’, a funeral service shall soon occur for King Aleksandr II. We at Hammerhead shall be in attendance! We wish good fortune to our new King and Queen, Ivan VIII and Nataliya of Ghaestenwald. The kingdom remains in a state of mourning, and so no current announcement of the government has yet to occur alongside an announcement of a coronation. We look forward to the announcement of the future festivities! THE SCYFLING WORLD As a means to encourage Haeseni enterprise and mercantilism, the Hammerhead wishes to encourage you to shop at the Scyfling world. At the centre of Valdev by the gates stands the Scyfling World. One of the only shops in our fair kingdom to offer a range of merchandise that are actually well-stocked! We would be remiss to not recommend you buy something Scyfling based in honour of the late Queen Amaya, The White Flame. Whether you want to buy a morningstar for all your Woodsy Strangler smashing needs or you have a particular fascination with cheese like Karl III - Buy the best goods at The Scyfling World! The Scyfling World, Market Stall I. The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Our home. Our way of life; but this doesn’t come free. All over Aevos, darkspawn and evil-doers are spreading their power over the continent. Our kingdom could be next, unless you make the most important decision of your life. JOIN THE BROTHERHOOD OF SAINT KARL. Prove to yourself that you have the strength and courage of a true northman. Make friends and represent the best of what Hanseti-Ruska has to offer. Become part of something larger than yourself. Become a hero. Become a legend. Become a brother. Sponsored by Ser Rickard of Valdev Endorsed by the Brotherhood of Saint Karl
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