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The Martyrdom of Cardinal Rhys A Ruthern boy born into a chaotic family in an even more chaotic world. The boy's childhood was not the kindest, having witnessed his father murder his grandfather scarred him for some time. Nevertheless, when the Ruthern hold of Morteskvan reached completion, he traveled with his family and settled nicely into the gargantuan stronghold. The Ruthern became an avid hunter of the Karenina Mountains, more often than not, he would be seen with a large gaggle of hounds. When his niece and her compatriots became cornered and set upon by a polar bear in the cold wastes of the Kareninas, did Rhys come charging down from the rocky mountainside with a pack of bloodthirsty hounds and did save them from a grizzly fate. Ultimately though, whilst the rest of his siblings and family members were getting married or earning their family prestige, Rhys did not. Rhys instead sought out his own uncle, Villorik and became an ordained minister of the Holy Canonist Church. The newly ordained clergymen would assist his uncle in administering to the flock of Valdev and then subsequently rooting out evil that festered within, When Villorik founded the holy order of the White Comet, the clergymen eagerly signed up and from there he assisted the Cardinal in rooting out evil that had festered within the shadows of Valdev. Aptly dubbed ‘The Bloodhound” by the High Pontiff himself for his skills in tracking and locating Shadowspawn that sought to hide from The Light. Rhys, ever a devoted soul to the Light, tracked down Queen Amaya’s killers numerous times even after they had escaped captivity and ensured that justice was dealt. So when the opportunity arose to join a brave band of Haeseni men and women who set off to march upon the stronghold of Gashadokuro, the dreaded Red Lich which appeared to be the root of much evil in the realm, did the Cardinal eagerly volunteer. A fiery landscape, a fortress that he had scouted numerous times, it was finally time to put an end to the place that birthed foul evil into the realm. Breaking through the walls was the easy part, charging forth into the breach and head first into a line of rotting and festering ghouls was much worse. Despite the harsh back and forth, the forces of the living persevered and surged forth against the darkness that sought to extinguish the light. Finding himself battling alongside his own kin and soldiers he knew all too well, the cracked stone walls gave way to horrific walls of flesh. Worse, the dread Red Lich burst forth through an opening and assailed his kin with a burst of its foul soul eating fire. Wracked with fear, did the Cardinal stand back as the Red Lich surged forward towards his own niece, who was so close to death and ferociously slashed down upon her and her compatriots with a flurry of talons and teeth. Only then did the Cardinal best his fear strove forward, an ornate skull held tightly between both hands; a trophy from a previous battle. With the skull held high, Rhys drew the attention of Gashadokuro with a bellow of his name. The Red Lich was stunned at the sight of the skull, was it fear or hatred? The Cardinal knew not, but the liches gaze was now locked upon the much smaller form of Rhys for the Red Lich towered high over all. Gashadokuro dashed forward with a seething hatred towards the Cardinal, whose platemail began quietly clinking as he shook with fear. His gaze drifted briefly behind the dreaded Lich, he saw his niece and a troop of soldiers, previously assailed by the Red Lich, managing to flee now that its ire was drawn elsewhere. With a quick snap of his eyes, he saw the outstretched hand of Gashadokuro extending forward to wrap around his head. All the Cardinal saw then was darkness, his head squashed beneath the immense power of the Red Lich. The Cardinal had failed to make much of a difference in the overall battle, failing to even injure the dreaded Lich that had caused pain to so many. His sacrifice would not be in vain, however, it provided many the opportunity to escape from the hall and away from certain death at the hands of the Red Lich. Rhys Aleksandr var Ruthern ‘The Bloodhound’ 484 E.S. - 538 E.S.

just in time! @balian

"Why do the cowards of Balian go running to the Pontiff for protection when those they insult and slight come knocking on their doors. They ought not run their mouths if they've not the strength to back it up. The Queen of Balian got herself involved when she accused Ser Rickard of murderering innocents in her palace, when in fact it was quite the opposite; the Queen herself robbed this man of an ancient relic." remarked Rhys var Ruthern to his family members over dinner.

you're an absolute menace for putting that dev logo as a gif...

Rhys var Ruthern starves his hounds in anticipation of a glorious battle to end the petty Balian line of Rutherns.

why are short elves a thing, elves are genetically tall

Rhys var Ruthern plots his attendance.

"Declaration of Rapscallion?" asked Rhys var Ruthern.

an actual place to find the current tutorials on all the custom plugins too, maybe a page? its stupid having to dig through the forums to find the origin post on how to use it whereas it should be pinned somewhere

hunting plugin

"Do something then." said Bishop Rhys var Ruthern.

"Trusting them has only resulted in death, burn them all." remarked Bishop Rhys.

"The man in question was in possession of a necrotic bone dagger, the same type of dagger previously used to murder the High Pontiff. The man whines because the Church relieved him of a dagger he should never have had in his possession, he was lucky he was offered so many chances to hand it over and not cut down. Norland ought be investigating the merchant, residing in their city, who sells these types of Shadowspawn weaponry, but they care more about being a victim then rooting out the evil." remarked Father Rhys.

"Sermi, the same Shadowspawn to have had a hand in the murder of our Queen?" remarked Father Rhys