TotallyNotSaint

"We have moved past our roots," Isaac Vuiller murmured as he read the missive. "The Empire fell, let it stay in the dirt." August Vilac's lip curled as he read the missive, "Ea will burn any flag Ea see, **** the Empire."

FULL NAME: Isaac Anastasios Maxim VuillerAGE: 18RACE: Human ((IGN:)) TotallyNotYink((Timezone:)) GMT DISCORD: TotallyNotSaint

Isaac Vuiller took that were passed to him, scanning them with an indifferent expression. "Ea do niet think it is a dobry idea, the Empire fell for a reason nie?" He shook his head, handing the papers back to his friends.

As he felt the weight of his daughter slam into his back, an older man of blond hair turned around with raised brows. "... Truly?" His lips seemed to twitch upwards for a moment before he regained control of himself, shaking his head. "Canniet say Yam surprised." Was all he seemed to have to say on the matter before he moved on about his day.

The Brother to the groom grinned as he finally received the invitation. "Took vy long enough Cas."

August Vilac-Kortrevich wept. He had returned to the house from a morning spar with Rueben, as he came up the stairs to check on his wife... He had stood there in utter disbelief, despite everything he had thought her invincible... His held to his disbelief while the children were present unwilling to let them see him cry. Later that night though his resolve failed him and he wept like he had not in years. He did not leave their- his room until the next day, others in the house would hear August's apologies to Ileana "Szam," echoed throughout the room all the while, until his throat was coarse. He read her letter in a daze, "May vy rest mea beloved... Ea will make sure our children will stay safe. In this Ea will niet fail." He whispered, hoping it would reach her soul as he left the house, letting the door slam behind him.

Karai Allynna smiled down at the invite, "Oh ****! Finally!" The Elfess exclaimed as she skipped along the deck of her shared boat. "Tara! Don't faint again but the invites came!"

Augustus Maxim Vilac, heir to the one true line of Vilac, sharpened his spear as he read the missive aloud to his eldest children. "The Renai's are making up facts now? Interesting... So much for their 'honour'. Perhaps Mater can enlighten them on our family history." He mused to the two as he rose to once again go find his brother.

August Vilac chuckled at the letter in hand, "Cas... We canniet let vy remain maidenless, Ea hope the lad's efforts prove successful." He then moved to hang the letter on his wall, forever his treasure.

August Vilac paced in his new living room, awaiting a change in Ileana's condition.

FULL NAME: Augustus Maxim Vilac AGE: 31 RACE: Human RELIGION: Canonist ((MC name)): TotallyNotSaint ((Time Zone)): GMT

In a Den of Wolves ISSUED AND CONFIRMED BY AUGUSTUS MAXIM VILAC & CASIMIR MARIUS VILAC Upon the 4th of GRONNA AG, DROBA, 480 E.S. | The 4th of TOBIAS’ BOUNTY, 1927 Let it be known, that on this day, house Vilac has welcomed two new members with the birth of Reuben Prospero @LobsterLilly and Gwenyth Callista @_yink_. The two children born under the ember sun, the family is feeling blessed by this miracle of birth. Yet, it is with heavy hearts and mourning that we with this joyous news must confirm that Giavana Vilac sadly lost her life during childbirth, leaving the twins and their father behind on God's terra. We shall pray for her quick ascension to the Seven skies where she may rest until times past when we once again shall meet and walk hand in hand. And thus asks you to do the same. The twins fell gravely ill after their birth and their survival was not guaranteed, thus we waited to announce their birth until they were in a more fit state for being truly welcomed into the world. [!] A painting of August Vilac and his two children would be included, drawn by an unknown artist. “ One life ends, two more begin. ” Signed, HIS LORDSHIP, Casimir Marius Vilac Patriarch to House Vilac, Ambassador of Balian to The Kingdom of Barrowton. HIS LORDSHIP, Augustus Maxim Vilac Heir to House Vilac.

Dazen Zantiln wondered if anyone truly cared about this man as he noticed the rotting corpse still lay on the Tennallar bridge. "Odd thing, to let your blood rot outside a strangers fortress... perhaps they really did just want an excuse to wet their blades." The Elf mused to himself as he passed by.

The youngest son of Persephone staggered through camp in a daze. A wave of emotion threatened to overcome him if he stopped, so he didn't even when his feet couldn't support him any longer, even when his throat was hoarse... Hours, days passed and he still refused to admit it. "Ea will find vy." He swore, continuing onward.

Dazen Zantiln was already trying to get these shanties out of his head after Tara's relentless humming!

"It sounds brilliant.. What a pity." Dazen commented, mostly to himself on the deck of the Tennallar's ship.

Augustus Maxim Vilac nodded as he read the missive his brother, the one and only Patriarch of the House of Vilac, had sent out. "They deserved worse... But this will do for now."

Augustus Maxim Vilac chuckled as he wondered where they got the audacity. "Let 'em try en disown eam." He'd sharpen his dragon-etched spear, just in case.

"Finally it is official. It was niet done soon enough if vy ask eam." August sighed, remembering the brutal treatment his aunt had given him as a boy. "Ea only hope she treats other children better." He'd throw the missive in the fire and rush off to give his approval to Casimir.

August Vilac sat upon the walls of his home, Atrus, reading the missive he had received with a hint of a smile upon his lips. "Justice will be done in front of GOD pater, they shall never again be able to slander your good name." He'd declare with a huff as he rose and began his wait for his father to return.

Teft's spirit smiled down as the tome was being written, glad that somebody would remember all his fellow knights in the years to come.

August Vilac sat on the edge of his bed, arms resting on his knees as he contemplated his new life in Balian. "No matter what, I am still of Petra. Where ever my uncle is I will stand by him." He'd shake his head as he rose. "Ave Petra." He'd whisper to himself as he left his room.

Teft rubbed his chin from the Seven Skies. "May justice be swift and true, brothers." August Vilac threw the missive into the fire. "There is nothing honourable about her, the liar. She is not even a Vilac!" August stormed out of his new rooms in Balian to seek out his brother and inform him of the slander that was being spread about their Father.

"May she choke on her own blood." August cursed, "Ea would never serve a woman like that."

Dazen wept as he carried Orion's severed head back to Helious, after ensuring it was buried with his body Dazen left the grave unable to bear the sight of his failure. "Minitz will pay for sir, I swear it." He'd pause as he entered Orion's home... "After that, I'll protect them all." He swears as he glances at the Adiler's in the home.