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[!] A note was attached to the note within the Canonist Church in Reinmar, and the notes would soon follow through messengers and altar boys attaching the same script under every Church's notice board, and wherever this note may be found. You lie. You mean to say that we have somehow wronged you, and you have fallen down this path. You are a liar. If you are not a liar, then name me one single man who has cast you aside in your time of need from my Church, and I swear before the Lord that I will defrock this man and punish him, thus lifting any crime of which you have commited upon our Church. But, it is not true, is it? You simply want a scapegoat for selling your soul to the demons and creatures, men with the heads of goats and birds. You simply want to be recognised as someone wronged, that you may point a crooked finger onto something Holy and Virtuous and say 'Behold, for you have WRONGED me, so come and take my rebuke.' But, it is not true, is it? I dare onto you, friend of mine. Should you wish true help, should you wish to test the Church against your lies, and should you decide to come and seek help, I bow before you. For all manner of men and elfin kind know of my name, as a dispenser of MERCY. I am He who slays not one not which I have not spared at least once. And thus, I offer you this same clemency that had been offered to countless of devilspawn and the iniqutious blasphemer. Cease your senseless lies, and come ask counsel. I have answer for the petty drivel which you have plastered over my Churches, and I have reasons that you are incapable of understanding. And if you are incapable of coming as a brave man and presenting yourself before me as I have commanded you, then at least people will know that I have offered my hand onto you, and it was not my Church which has rejected you, but instead you who have rejected clemency and mercy - this deed which you accuse us of. And, at least when that happens, you will have proven that you are no manner of an oppressed wretch, nor that you were cast aside by mine hand, but that you have sold your soul and spirit to the demons willingly, and without due cause have strayed from the path of the LORD. Thus, my mace fill find upon your forehead.

A gloomy night drew near to the lands of Celia’nor whilst the Royarch sat within his tower looking to a large map of Aevos laid upon a table whilst small wood carved figures sat among the board, He was planning for the upcoming war that was delayed by the will of the skygods he decided his mind was filled and needed to be calmed. Once the moon shone on the white walls of Celia’nor he slipped out with his armor worn and a small bag of supplies with his blades on at his hip. Illthrak moved through the night into the far north. for days in and out he lived from the land and the cold that became familiar to him, but as he sat upon the edge of his camp fire one night something clicked in his mind, a thought that began to clear the fog and clutter from the Royarchs mind, his expression became determined he finally knew his goal. Illthrak then stepped forth into his journey back to Celia’nor with a bundle of 5 items taken from the north whilst he traveled, The new materials that will be used to craft 5 blades for the Companies of the Celia’diraar. And as he marched it became warmer the further he moved south until he saw the white walls sitting upon the top of the cliffside, a smile took over The Royarchs face as he finally returned home, He started to long for this moment, the moment he could start moving forward with his people once again. Once he entered the gates shrouded in a white pelt he peered to his citizens with a joyful expression, The Prince then turned into the Barracks and met his eyes with Mordu’lar Sylvir who was training within, “The time has come, We march west” The Ibarellan told the Mordu’lar, Then quickly after the horns of the Celia’diraar echoed throughout the city The Prince has returned

this is very interesting to see the least, interested to see where it goes tbh.

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I want to eat it

This is fantastic. I love that you guys want to expand the Holy Niche from simply being 'Join this community'. Good on you.

+1 Can't wait for the drop

Henry Arthur Haverlock, the Duke of the newly formed Blackworth, smiles the sun's smile. He then turned to his various Bannermen and spoke thus; "This new realm we find ourselves in is quite promising. Let's do our best to ensure it thrives, ey lads?"

the crystal image reminds me of lemon-flavored jello +1, will eat immediately when accepted

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Kiyoshi received the news, not taking it amazingly well. After the destruction of bedroom furniture he collapses into a heap, an absolute mess. This wasn't the way she was supposed to die. There was supposed to be CLOSURE. A better ending than THIS. The infernal court had been undone, the devils dealt with. So why didn't it all feel better. . .? Why wasn't he HAPPY yet?

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looks pretty coool! +1

Eir Maor states the following in response "womp womp as the kids say"

“Do not fear, for I am with you” Issued: 10th of the Grand Harvest, 177 SA To the Citizens of Ravenmire, and beyond, With monumental pride and joy, we are honored to announce the forthcoming of a coming-of-age festival for ALLERICK FYODOR ROSTOVA – the eldest heir to the Rostova House lineage. Allerick’s journey forth adulthood has been cherished and shaped through the counsel of both parents, and elders of the Rostova lineage. With structured guidance, Allerick has grown into an aspiring young man, similar to his father Bo Rostova, Duke of Ravenmire. As he reaches the outstanding milestone of his 18th birthday, a new path of opportunity awaits for him forth in the wake of God. ⚔︎ “In war, Victory. In peace, Vigilance. In Death, Sacrifice” Invitations: THE LORDS OF THE NORTH: The Most Honorable Margrave of the Rhosmark, and the people of Rhosmark The Right Honorable Count of Blackworth, and the people of Blackworth OUR ALLIES NEAR AND FAR: Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir, High Keeper of the Sacred Flame and their Citizens KLOG’AKAAL, Rex of Krugmar, Ruler of the Desert and their Citizens Lumia Uialben, The Silver Lubba of the Most Serene State, Matron of House Uialben, Heiress of House Anarion, Protector of the Whispering Isles and their Citizens Her Ladyship, Cosima Victoria Temesch et Martiel and the House of Temesch et Martiel And of course, all the citizens of Ravenmire! ⚔︎ [[OOC: Saturday, April 27th at 8pm EST in the main courtyard of Ravenmire]] SIGNED, HIS GRACE, Bo of the House of Rostova, Duke of Ravenmire HER GRACE, Yelena of Crestfall, Duchess consort of Ravemire HIS LORDSHIP, Allerick Fyodor Rostova Heir to the House of Rostova

Issued 12th of Joma ag Umund 526 E.S. Just as the moon turns in phases, so too do the generations of children as they make their transition into adulthood. It has been sixteen years since the birth of the newly-risen Duchess of Vidaus, Tatiyana Josefina vas Ruthern. As such, the Ruthern tradition of the Rostig Tourney shall be invoked in celebration of Her Grace’s name day celebration. Hosted by the Duchess herself, a grand competition will be undertaken and held within the grounds of Castle Morteskvan. To open the festivities, a joust shall be the crowning event of the day, with knights and nobility of the realm encouraged to test their skill upon the tourney grounds with the hopes of impressing all those in attendance. As per the traditions of Vidaus, the name-day celebrant shall participate alongside all entrants, to prove herself worthy of the Barony of Rostig, the title held by the firstborn heir to the House of Ruthern. This competition shall be followed by a series of one-on-one melee bouts, so that men and women alike might show off their prowess in close-quarter combat. All citizens of the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska are welcomed to join and participate, as well as the Kingdom’s allies. Honorary invitations will be sent out privately. Her Grace, Tatiyana vas Ruthern, Duchess of Vidaus, Countess of Metterden, Viscountess of Greyspine, Baroness of Rostig, Lady of Morteskvan, Lady of Barrows, Matriarch of All-Ruthern and Protector of the South. His Excellency, Ser Rickard of Vidaus, Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Lord Regent of Vidaus, Knight of the Order of the Crow, Champion of Vidaus.

Calias hears news of the happenings in the far north. He makes plans to attend.

Azcalon... Mi have heard of diz land from mi home acrozz da zea... Hozh choice to name it after an entire continent... (Loka continent)

Andria chuckled going through with a red Ink quill correcting their names to their married names with little smiley faces next to each one

Allerick Rostova, eldest son to the House of Rostova, would be ecstatic for the Coronation- that being of his dearing father and mother!

"Ah yes, the ancient Balian-Norlandic friendship established during the reign of King Ragnvald persists to this day." Said Harald Eiriksson Ruric with a smile on his face. He then prepared to go beat the shit out of a Balianite in order to complete his task of defeating one warrior from every human realm.