CasualNuker

I just hope it isn't a hundred spammed awful builds like in Arcas..

MC Name: CasualNuker Discord: realCasualNuker Image: Description of Image: Final Battle of Urguan Dimensions: 1x1 (non-centered so the frame and everything fits)

Ser Îlmârion Callaghan had spent the better part of three months tracking, investigating, and eventually ordering the execution of Cassius.. It had been exhausting, nonstop work leading a small force of 150 men on a continent-wide manhunt for the fugitive, and at last, in the freezing tundras of the Witch Kingdom, they had found him to bring to justice in the Royal City of Aldunn. The Day of his Execution drew near, investigation had yielded results, and those results had names they could follow up for future leads.. And as the hour of his Execution arrived, they announced with a resounding bell through the Streets of Aldunn that it was time.. A small force of seventy men took position on the executioner's line in the Barracks of the Host of Idunia, the banners nearby fluttering in the afternoon breeze as commands were given. "Ready, Set!" would resound throughout the Courtyard, followed by the ultimate command of "Fire!" as many crossbows and bows sounded off in unison, striking Cassius true, ending his treacherous life upon Azuras.

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 began his day in the forests north of Idunia like any other, scavenging for local game and stealing the occasional farmer's crop from the outlying Petran Farms. It had been heavy on his mind for nearly ten years by this point, the wrongs he had committed in his short thirty-two-year life, the betrayal towards his Father, and his two sisters. One executed by the Empire, and the other cast out for her darkness. Yet one that being his twin still lived in hatred of him, for he had broken her trust dozens of times over their life. He had much regret for first he had betrayed his Father by attending regularly with his Mother to the Black Church of the Silver Isles and then by committing his life to the Ibleesian Faith. Before long, his innocence as a teenager was taken from him as his mother convinced him to become a Vampyre like her. This thought of being united with his mother, and in spite of his Father an Imperial Knight at the time, rang true in his mind, as something that would surely drive his Father mad. Though for a time it was a secret from his Father and sisters, before long it was revealed to them, and he was cast out from the Empire, sentenced to live with his mother in the Black Church. For a time, he remained there with her in the Black Church, loyal to the Ibleesians and the Cultists who dwelled there, but it was not meant to be, for often he wondered about his old life, one with family and joy, not the merciless slaughters the demons and Ibleesians so blissfully enjoyed. It was after a strike to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, where they captured multiple dwarves, that he decided to break free from their grasp. He took the prisoner he was assigned to oversee until their sacrifice to Iblees and ran for the mainland of Azuras, putting much distance between himself and the demons. After some time, he opted to feed off the dwarf, who reluctantly agreed, given his life had been spared by the vampyre from the demons and cultists. Such was the norm for years afterwards, where he stalked the roads for fresh blood, seeking to feed off peasants, soldiers, and nobles alike, for none were not worthy of his bite. The Northern Forests of Idunia were silent that evening—no birds, no wind, only the soft drip of water from leaves. He thought of his twin first. He had broken her joy piece by piece, year by year, until nothing remained but the echo of it in his own mind. Then his father, the Imperial Knight, wished for a son who would one day stand beside him in sunlight rather than shadow. Guillaume could still see the moment the truth was laid bare. When he told his Father he was a Vampyre who had hurt people, and then years later hearing of his execution brought a tear to his eye as Guillaume had not been there to save him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. The words felt small against the trees' vastness. He thought, briefly, of seeking out his surviving twin one last time, of kneeling before her and offering whatever remained of his wretched soul. But the thought faded quickly. She had earned her hatred; he would not force her to kinslay. Blood welled dark and slow, soaking his cloak. It pooled in the moss, black in the fading light. His heartbeat stuttered, slowed, and became distant. In that last clear moment, he did not see the demons of Iblees or the altars of the Black Church. He saw instead a summer afternoon long ago: three children running through Grense, their father smiling behind them. Life slipped from his fingers. His body slumped against the oak, head bowed as if in prayer. And Guillaume Kildrakken was no more. 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝: ꕥ To Anne de Beaumont ꕥ To Heimweh Kildrakken ꕥ To Melissandre Kildrakken

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𝒲𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓌ë 𝒢𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓃𝓂𝒶𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝑒𝓇 Î𝓁𝓂â𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒹𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒶: With joy and solemn pride, the Houses of Callaghan and Glennmaer extend their formal invitation to witness the union of Ser Îlmârion Callaghan and Lady Melewë Glennmaer. Their story has been one of steady devotion: a courtship that blossomed over three years, marked by shared duty, patient understanding, and the gentle weaving of two lives toward a common path. Four years have now passed since their engagement was first blessed by their families, and in that time their bond has only deepened, shaped by loyalty and respect. The wedding shall be held within the Principality of Tir’Glas. It is there, beneath its green verdant banners, that Ser Îlmârion and Lady Melewë will exchange their vows before friends, allies, and all who wish to share in the celebration of their union. 𝐹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔: Following the sacred vows exchanged by Ser Îlmârion Callaghan and Lady Melewë Glennmaer, the couple extends their heartfelt invitation to all in attendance to join them in celebration at the Lordship of Duncoed. In the spirit of fellowship that has long bound the vassals of Idunia, the newlywedded wish to share a table with their guests, offering a reception marked by generous food, warm company, and the quiet joy that accompanies the union of two devoted hearts. After the sharing of food and drink, a ball shall be held in honor of the newlywed couple, inviting all present to take part in an evening of music, dance, and celebration beneath Duncoed’s storied banners. 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜: ꕥ His Royal Majesty, Tar-Zôrzagar of Idunia, and the Royal household of Arthalion ꕥ All denizens of the High Kingdom of Idunia, and her Allies ꕥ Their Highnesses, Princeps Sascha & Bohdan of Tir-Glas, and their Princely household ꕥ House Glennmaer & House Callaghan of the bride and groom. ꕥ Their Lord & Ladyship, Ser Arthur of Marsyr & Lady Tereza, and their household ꕥ Her Highness & His Lordship, Princess Azruphel & Ser Boromir, and their household ꕥTheir Lord & Ladyship, Ser Heledd Glennmaer & Lord Davyd Colborn ꕥ Captain Wyllm O’Riley ꕥ Mister Tharon Zimrabar ꕥ Lady Xiomara Inti Estelwen Pachakutiq ꕥ Mister Gundahar von Berkhoven

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Îlmârion Callaghan had stood watching the ordeal unfold from his position in the stands of the Holy Temple in Aldunn.. Îlmârion’s mind had been racing since the beginning of the proceeding of what the Magister would do to his brother. Unaware of the cruel punishment a penance could hold over his brothers head, he at first had hoped mercy would be granted but such was quickly brought to an end by the Magisters call to “Cut out his Tongue!”. His mind spinning as he looked around desperate for help to be had from a higher power as Ser Boromir his trusted mentor from his childhood jumped into motion to ensure Bron would be safe from such cruel punishment.. It was the beginning of a long day as Îlmârion would soon find out.. Hours would pass as the penance proceeding dragged out and before long Îlmârion found himself outside the Temple with the penance being served as “Cut his tail off and cut his right hand off!” It was at this moment that he began to spring into motion himself to attempt to save Bronadrons ability to walk and be mobile in his own life. So Îlmârion Callaghan first bid the Former-Princess of Tir’Glas Safiyaa Glennmaer to call for mercy stating “If his tail is removed mich brother shall nae walk again in this life.” Then at her beckoning he would seek out the High Chancellor Vourkehardt to petition her speaking the same words as before. “If Brons tail ist cut off he shall nae walk again!” It was at this that for the first and only time on that fateful evening that mercy was granted for the High Chancellor had spoken up levying the concern to the Crown-Prince of Idunia to steer the Magister away from such a horrific punishment for Bronadron Callaghan.. Despite his ability to petition the Higher Powers for such mercy to be granted his actions that were to be unknown, and not noted by his family.. Though in his heart he knew he had done the right thing for his family.

Far off to the South, Redgars SON Guillaume Kildrakken would receive news of his father's death from various sources, and upon hearing that his father had been betrayed to the Emperor of Man, he would weep. For deep down, Guillaume had always cared for his Father though he had always felt abandoned and misunderstood. But soon enough, Guillaume would rise back to his feet and continue with his men loyal to him and their work in the underground, saying under his breath.. "Father, je shall avenge tu."

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You are a great friend Jade with plenty to offer LOTC, and those around you so here’s to hopefully many more memories to come. (Thanks for playing Ely even though it didn’t go as we had planned.) 🙂

Upon hearing word of his sister's death, he was hit with a wave of shock.. He'd stumble back against the wall; his only comfort that day had been Bronadron, until it too had departed at that time. It had been so sudden, so quick, and yet merciful a death, so he'd heard. Nonetheless, he'd watched half his family die now in less than a decade, and Morwen had been another fallen member, her memory etched within his mind.. Lessons taught by her seared themselves into memory forevermore. His only words that night would be mixed with tears. "Ich love du sis.. May du rest in peace that du never had whilst here.."

“Ich only wish Mich sister had not followed this path.. By no hand of her family was this done but only by her own.. Fighting against her people was the final straw for those who loved her.” Owin would sigh as he rocks back in forth within his home in Tir’Glas holding his daughter Silvana close.