ItsMrCannibal

Name: Llywelyn Amlugol (Lly for short) Age: Old Enough To Be Your Great, Great, Grandpa Young Man! (203) Culture: Something or Another Reason for Enlistment: I'd like to see how this little company plays out through the ages, call it an elven curiosity. Experience (if any): Knowledge of the Voidal Arts, Knowledge about a bit of this and a bit of that, Former Military Officer. ((MC Name)): ItsMrCannibal ((Discord Tag)): ItsMrCannibal#6199

Llywelyn Amlugol would be hit in the back of the head by this missive in the form of a paper glider, which promptly got stuck in his hair bun, reaching up to grab onto the piece of paper with his flour covered hands the redheaded mali read over it for a few moments before a cheerful grin spread across his face! "Oh excellent! I needed some kindling to get the oven's fire going" And with that he scrunched up the missive into a loose ball and proceeded to light it up with a flint and steel to begin the fire within the tavern's oven. He was making delicious baked treats to go with the booze.

Ruben slowly shifted himself to sit up on his bed, reaching towards his living doll to grab the missive as he began reading it. "You mean I hobbled all the way to that shithole palace just to get a slip of paper saying it? Bah I miss the days when the koeng was niet a coward and told you straight.. those were the days." The old knight grumbled and mumbled to himself, before he quieted down, seeing his wife stir in her sleep next to him.

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Ser Ruben, the father of the bride, groggily grumbles awake at Luisa's gentle shaking. After a moment or two of composing himself and placing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, he'd begin reading the letter in his wife's hand. As he finished reading the letter his scarred, aged face grew into a warm smile as he looked to his wife to answer her question. "How about a bear cub? Or perhaps a nice little living doll to help them out?"

Ser Ruben rests his cane against the table as he takes a seat in Reinmar, a proud smile spread across his aged face as he read the slip of paper in tremoring hand. "It certainly took her long enough- though I can't say much with how long my squireship lasted." He muttered out to himself with a cheerful chuckle, gently resting the paper on the table, his tremoring hand reached for a bottle of Carrion Black. "But I could niet be more prouder of my Kleiner Bar. And I'm sure the old man is proud too.." The retired knight remarked to himself as his miscoloured gaze moved down to Ser Ivan's longsword resting on his belt, offering a brief smile as the memories of his teacher came flooding back. "Well Vanquisher, I believe you'll sing once again soon enough."

The grey and aged retired knight sat down at his desk, carefully setting down a saucer and teacup as steam gently billowed from within it, a fresh cup of Barclay Breakfast Tea to start off his morning. In his left hand is a copy of a summons he found in the city. "Oh dear, I wonder who's broken a law this time, it better not be another boring heretic like that old priest." Ruben muttered to himself while his old joints cracked and popped while he sat down in his chair, putting on his reading glasses and reaching for his cup of tea as his miscoloured gaze scan over to paper in his hand, taking a sip of his tea before he spoke to his wife across the room. "Ser Alric var Ruthern assaulted Stefan over mere rumours? Sounds like the Rutherns have become more barbaric yet again." Is all the old man said on the matter, sipping his tea before throwing the summons into his fireplace before continuing to write at his desk.

“Very well, brother. We shall begin quite simply. What is your name?” Ivan Barrow “And your age?” 21 “I know it may be clear, heh, but it is for the sake of records. What race of the descendants are you of?” Highlander “You are able to read and write, yes?” Yes I can. “And with that, are you at all familiar with the Holy Scrolls and Catechism of our Church?” No. “You are of course baptized?” Yes. “Good, good. Are you married? Do you have children?” No. “In what way of the clergy do you wish to serve? As a Priest, a Monastic?” As a Priest. “While this may not be accepted by the Prelate, depending on the needs of the Church, in what Diocese would you prefer to serve in? You can simply name a city or Kingdom.” The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska “A rather personal question, why have you chosen to walk this path in God?” I have not been as good a canonist as I had wanted to be growing up, I wish to make amends for that. “And at last, are you truly devoted to this way of life? Prepared to take any vows involved with ordination and commit oneself to this lifetime bond with the Lord Almighty?” Yes I am prepared. “Wonderful, then that should be all.” he says as he gestures you out of the office with a smile, “This shall be brought to His Eminence, Manfried. You shall hear word of your acceptance and placement soon enough.” he nods before saying finally, “God bless you.” as you walk out and say so in return.

Yet another song written by Ser Ruben var Ruthern while he bed rests after losing his right eye in a complication with a brick and his ‘future’ nephew. This song was written while Ser Ruben was intoxicated with Carrion black and high on Blueberry cactus. Haeseni I'm only Haeseni I'm only, I'm only I'm only Haeseni, Haeseni Maybe I'm Prideful Maybe I'm half blind Thinking I can see through this And see what's behind Got no way to prove it So maybe I'm half blind But I'm only Haeseni after all I'm only Haeseni after all Don't throw your brick at me Don't throw your brick at me Take a look in the mirror And what do you see Do you see it clearer Or are you fooled In what you believe Because I'm only Haeseni after all You're only Haeseni after all Don't throw the brick at me Don't throw your brick at me Some people got their real problems Some people out of godan’s grace Some people think I can solve that Seven skies above I'm only Haeseni after all I'm only Haeseni after all Don't throw the brick at me Don't throw the brick at me Don't ask my opinions Don't ask me to lie Then beg for forgiveness For making you sob Making you sob Because I'm only Haeseni after all I'm only Haeseni after all Don't throw your brick at me Don't throw the brick at me Oh, some people got the real problems Some people out of Godan’s grace Some people think I can solve that Seven skies above I'm only Haeseni after all I'm only Haeseni after all Don't throw the brick at me Don't throw the brick at me I'm only Haeseni I make my mistakes I'm only Haeseni That's all it takes To throw the brick at me Don't throw the brick at me I'm no Saint or Messiah Should go looking somewhere higher I'm only Haeseni after all I'm only Haeseni after all Don't throw the brick at me Don't throw the brick at me I'm only Haeseni I do what I can I'm just a Highlander I do what I can Don't throw the brick at me Don't throw your brick at me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wKzyIN1yk – Song that was parodied) This is 100% a poem, totally. Yes, totally.

A song written for Luisa Klaire Barclay by Ser Ruben var Ruthern while heavily entoxicated on Carrion Black while on Bed rest, after his ‘future’ nephew unexpectedly threw a brick at his face, forcing him to lose his right eye. However Ser Ruben is in good spirits about it, as his ‘future’ nephew did niet mean to take his eye. “Hey there Luisa Hey there, Luisa What's it like in New Reza? I'm a thousand blocks away But, lass, tonight you look so blocky Yes, you do Mine’s squares can't shine as bright as you I swear, it's true Hey there, Luisa Don't you worry about the render distance I'm right here if you get blocky Give this tune another listen Close your eyes Listen to my chat, it's my disguise I'm by your blocky side Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me What you do to me Hey there, Luisa I know times are gettin' dark But just believe me, lass Someday I'll kill the Inferi with this tune We'll have it good We'll have the block life we knew we would My chat is good Hey there, Luisa I've got so much left to say in chat If every simple bird I wrote to you Would take your minebreath away I'd write it all Even more in love with me you'd fall We'd have it all Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me A thousand blocks seems pretty far But they've got donkeys and boats and carts I'd sprint jump to you if I had no other way Our friends would all make fun of us And we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way Luisa, I can promise you That by the time we get through Arcas will never ever be the same And you're to blame Hey there, Luisa You be good, and don't you miss me Two more irp years and you'll be done with making jewels And I'll be makin' history like I do You'll know it's all because of you We can do whatever we want to Hey there, Luisa, here's to you This ones for you Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me Oh, it's what you do to me What you do to me Oh, whoa, whoa Oh whoa, oh Oh, oh” This is 100% a poem, totally.

Rose Embroidery – 1200 Discord – ItsMrCannibal#6199

Sits down at his desk after a long hard battle, raising a tea cup to his lips before taking a long sip of the warm relaxing tea, his eye’s slowly scanning the paper in his other hand as he did so. “Well this is much better than I anticipated, I can niet wait to read the next edition.” The butler said softly to himself, enjoying Buck News.

Definitely the best painting

A Poem of the almighty Head Butler in Haense Ra Ra Ruben [Intro] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1] There lived a certain man, in Haense not long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow Most people looked at him with terror and with fear But to Haesneti chicks he was such a lovely dear He could preach word of godan like a preacher Full of cactus green and fire But he also was the kind of teacher Women would desire [Chorus] Ra, Ra, Ruben Lover of the Haenseti queen There was a cat that really was gone Ra, Ra, Ruben Haense's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on [Bridge: Newsreader] But when his drinking, lusting and his hunger for power became to known to more and more people, the demands to do something about this outrageous butler became louder and louder! [Verse 2] He ruled the Haense land and never mind the King But the Drunken Buck boogie he danced really wunderbar In all affairs of state, he was the man to please But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze For the Queen he was no wheeler-dealer Though she'd heard the things he'd done She believed he was a holy butler Who would serve her son [Chorus] Ra, Ra, Ruben Lover of the Haenseti Queen There was a cat that really was gone Ra, Ra, Ruben Haense’s greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on [Bridge] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 3] "This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies But the ladies begged, "Don't you try to do it, please" No doubt this Ruben had lots of hidden charms Though he was a brute, they just fell into his arms Then one night some men of higher standing Set a trap, they're not to blame "Come to visit us" they kept demanding And he really came [Chorus] Ra, Ra, Ruben Lover of the Haenseti Queen They put some poison into his Tea Ra, Ra, Ruben Haense's greatest love machine He drank it all and he said "I feel fine" Ra, Ra, Ruben Lover of the Haenseti Queen They didn't quit, they wanted his head Ra, Ra, Ruben Haense's greatest love machine And so they shot him till he was dead -Written by Unknown This is 101% Factual Poetry , totally, indeed, and is totally indeed poetry.

“Note to self...find King Ivy...” The butler mutters to himself in a quiet and hushed tone, quickly jotting down ‘King Ivy’ into a notebook as he takes a secret break