Ztrog

For the Betrayer, For Iblees [!] A pamphlet written in treated baby lamb skin would be scattered throughout Almaris and dropped at various nations. Betrayer, the cursed enemy to all descendants. Iblees has returned, by now we descendants across Almaris have become aware of such. From the time of Arcas, I have watched from the shadows despite when kingdoms and trade cities alike have searched for me. From my interfering with aiding in the catalyst for the awaking of the Voidal tears due to the horror Grief, to the arrival of the Inferi. I have watched the results of my actions myself and numerous others. The titles I've been called in Arcas still bounce through my mind. Mystic, Dread Father, Father, Villain. None of these things matter, no titles matter to anyone. The Great Betrayer is upon us, but not as many mere destroyers, but as the burning fire of a new dawn. The curses placed upon all races are but a gift, a light to bring all to where we are today. Iblees, a much more grander father, was a beneficial creator to descendants in a way any creator could not be. His title as betrayer is with misjudgment, to turn his embrace is to incite a wrath unlike any other gravely. All descendants should accept his arrival, whatever plans Iblees has for us it is surely to benefit all in the end. Without his so-called curses, no race would be what they are. Iblees created us. This is no warning but a promise, those who oppose Iblees shall find nothing but blood and death before you. Those who will aid his coming and join me in welcoming our master into the world shall find the everlasting piece we all truly desire. For if we believe anyone thought to be the same we cannot indeed be free. Another gift of the so-called Betrayer. , He Who Watches, Mirrak.

Why are you lame?

I love deer, but then I hate spider, youre lucky theyre cute +1

Alexandra has forgotten some invitations...

The Union of Audrick and Barclay A depiction of Lord Viktor Barclay and Firress Alexandra von Audrick c. 450 E.S. TO THE CITIZENS AND PEERS OF HAESENI-RUSKA; Following a blossoming childhood friendship and near four year courtship, Alexandra von Audrick and Viktor Barclay find themselves eager to pronounce their love for one another in front of Godan in holy matrimony. The Ceremony shall be hosted in the Cathedral of Saint Tylos within the Barclay family keep of Wilheburg and officiated by Cardinal Katerina. Concluding the event, a tournament of valor will be held in celebration of the union. The winner of this tournament will receive a 400 mina prize reward. The soon-to-be newly weds have extended invitations to their friends, families and peers; Firr Christoph von Audrick Firr Aurelian von Audrick Firr Karl von Theonus Firr Frey of Astor Ser Conrad Barclay Her Ladyship, Viorica vas Ruthern Her Ladyship, Viktoriya Barclay Her Ladyship, Eira Pazia Kortrevich The Order of the Crow His Majesty, Karl III of Haense, and his pedigree His Princely Grace Wilheim II Barclay, Duke of Reinmar, and his pedigree His Grace, Vlademar Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, and his pedigree His Highness Loran von Draco, Margrave of Eichenwalde, and his pedigree The Right Honorable Adele Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, and her pedigree The Right Honorable Matviy Kortrevich, Count of Krusev, and his pedigree His Lordship Leopold Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald, and his pedigree Her Ladyship Ada Colborn, Viscountess of Venzia, and her pedigree His Highness, Cesar de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, and his pedigree Virar Aestenia Aevaris, Virar of Starpool, and her pedigree Signed, Her Ladyship, Viktoriya Barclay of Vidaus Firr Karl von Theonus His Lordship, Viktor Barclay of Reinmar Firress Alexandra von Audrick

The chaos of seeing who is and is not butt hurt over some harmless bleeding is a riot.

Why bother even doing this to a ability that basically does nothing lmao

Alexandra von Audrick would be in disarray, she had just gone on her own adventure, into her fathers room after he had left for his trip. She had not been prepared for the letter that awaited her, she'd sit in the empty room of her dead parents, sobbing as she held the letter close to her chest. "Fatter...fatter vhy...ve still had eachother...now Ich am alone."

As an average plant player enjoyer I approve

Upon reading the letter a elf with firery red hair would loft a brow at the contents. He would swiftly pluck parchment and quill together, writing upon the parchment. Grabbing roughly at a messenger bird the man slapped the letter into its beak before sending it off the the author of the missive: "Dear Cain Thelin, or at least whom I most certainly hope is the one reading this, otherwise this would be a most unfortunate timing of a letter. I am a humble learner who was most enthralled by your missive with the topic of alchemy. I once was but a foolish man wishing to look for arts of alchemy and magic due to simple fascination. But now I am sending you with letter as a scholar, I have witness many events in my lifetime that has left me baffled, but I seek to uncover truths, gain answers to what is the possibility of reality. So I am most interested in the alchemical art of the human. For if there is anything baffling to many it is the functionality at least to the unlearned, but learning such arts with flesh and alchemy would be the greatest achievement to understand. That is if I would allowed to be given such knowledge at your digression." The letter would be signed with the name Lucis Avila.

Fay would squint. "Thats pretty gay of them."

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Username: ZtrogThe Jar you want: Alchemy JarCharacter's Name: FaynethChar's Race: Snow ElfFront & Back images of the skin:

News had reached Vivienne Asu'lonn about Amicia's death, the young elfess had felt a cold feeling grip her heart. She for the time could not bare to go to her own room, only thinking of Amicia. Tears had begun to pool from the elfess' sapphire hues, her body trembling like a leaf. "Haelun Ami is gone then." She choke out, gripping a hand to her chest, her heart wretched in pain for the lost. While she knew this day would come she still struggled to acknowledge it being reality. She thought back to the day her mother had died, Amicia was there to care for her with her brothers. "I'll see never her again, never see her laugh, never feel her motherly embrace." The girl chattered out through clenched teeth. She looked to the sky above as tears rolled down her face. A sadden smile then coming to her grief ridden face, her eyes growing red through the tears. "You never changed Haelun Ami, not once." A sadden laugh rocked her body. "Smiling up to the end, just like I knew you would." She dropped to her knees as she hung her head, her tears staining the ground. "You were the best person I ever knew." He choked up as she sobbed. "I wish you didnt go."

"A most splendid occasion, I must prepare for such an event." Kesamir Glanthriel would muse as he looked over the missive.

Kesamir Glanthriel would look upon the missive a smile striking upon his features. "Well, well it's about right for something such as this to take place." He'd speak to himself from the luxury of his home within the silver state, perfect in everyway. "I knew there was good reason for me to come here, may El'Sohaer's reign be long." He'd look around his home. "Oh why am I speaking to myself?"

Silently elsewhere a former child soldier weeps for Zolvan.

Reserves

"May the Sohaer rest well, May the Silver State continue to prosper in his wake" Willow would proclaim.

Cant wait for Tythus to slap down the no guns again.

Fayneth Glynro would silently cheer for the reformation at hand!

Eletha looked to the missive making a solemn nod as she made plans to attend the funeral.

This is what I call poggers

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