NLThomas

Any niche, magic, rp, whatever it might be that you still would like to do one day?

You know, I think this is a point not many have really considered. Most of the growth to me feels slow and natural. But I feel like the point isn't quite "Oh it's accepted here and there" but more so the fact the enchants are being mass produced. Idc myself if nations start accepting the magic, but it's more so the fact it's just slowly being more and more abused.

As much as I would love to see Ensorcell material be more responsibly used... This doesn't quite feel like a fix and is at best a temporary bandaid to me.

Actual pokemon and I love it

God please. As long as it is made interesting to go through and not just empty long grey halls, then it would be great.

Preach queen!

That title really took me by surprise lmfao

Holy shit this is fire

"Never had ea thought ea would see vy so soon, my love." Jakob, that man who had grown old and weary in life yet loved her much all the same, welcomed her into the Seven Skies. Taking her into a gentle embrace, for now they were together for eternity. "Ea did pray it would take some longer..." He spoke in a soft tone, a soft laugh escaping him. Echoing far into the after life.

Jakob Dimitrey of Ghaestenwald Ser Jakob Dimitrey “Ivansbane” Morovar, Duke Consort of Baranya “Klara Elizaveta… my dearest wife. Oh how much ea miss the days when we were young.” Ever since his youth did the young Jakob desire to become a Knight, much like his mother before him. Such a wish only was set in stone when he met the Princess Klara Elizaveta. So he did become a Squire at a young age. Proving himself rather capable in the field of combat and the true meaning of being a Knight. Gaining approval of the King, Sigismund the Third, to marry the Princess and eventually becoming a Knight. Serving with full dedication to the crown. A mundane life of a Knight in the end but he was content. Content with his wife. Teaching his Squire, Cirilla. A life full of trials, choices, treason and plot yet his dedication was always at the front. And so, as every good thing does, it came to a swift end. No grand battle to defend the King. Not to defend his way he so dearly loves. No… he did far away from home in foreign lands. There were none who would know how he truly died, yet dying in his armor nonetheless. The end of a journey. Betrayed as he had often been through his life. Betrayed for his beliefs, his ideals. Betrayed for the thing he was to be proud of. A Knight.

"Celia'nor has shown its true colors in recent years... ready to blame all but themselves for the voidal tear that was burried beneath the capital. Oh how the mighty do fall.." An elf hums out from behind his desk. Drumming his fingers idly upon the table. "The Ranaleths were never to blame."

An old Knight at his desk reads over the report with his weary eyes. Grinning lightly and nodding after. "Well done... very well done kid."

OOC INFO: MC Name: NLThomato Discord: NLThomas#4337 RP INFO: Character’s name: Andrillian Character’s race: High Elf Any particular skills: Alchemist Affiliations and Allegiances: Celia'nor

The old man narrows his eyes trying to properly read the entire missive. Once finally being succesful, he nods a few times. "Retiring as well ehh? Well deserved lad... well deserved." The retired Knight mumbles out followed by a few coughs. Folding the missive up and putting it away to then lean back in his chair. Falling into sweet dreams from days of old where the two still together served under the crown.

"Hm... winter is coming." A old Knight mumbles out.

"About bloody time he died." Proclaims a old Knight from his chambers upon reading the notice. "Shame ea did niet get to do it myself, but at least the wicked bastard is dead." He states with spite and throws the paper off into the trash. Shortly after tending to his scars inflicted by the former Lord Commander.

Come Nerevar, friend or foe come and gaze upon this meme.

No credits? Oh woe to me, for all the work done goes unnoticed! Ranaleth kinda best family around ngl

Hello bored, I'm Thomas.

Norland

"Short time being a Knight... perhaps he will end up in the books for that." A Knight comments upon reading through the missive in his chambers. Shaking his head a bit and folding it up. "Lot of time wasted on him... but we all knew that from the start."

A Knight cleaned his sword, ready to cut down any child insurrections

A Knight awakens from his dark dream. Eyes shot open in darkness, starring up to the ceiling above. Quiet breathing out of the old mans mouth before looking around. "... The swamp..?" The Haenseni man mumbles out. Standing up out of his bed shortly after, setting out on a expedition in own land as soon as possible...