NLThomas

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.

"She forgot to mention the part where mages started to go on a witch hunt after the young Wynasul... and let us not forget it is against the very laws of Celia'nor to do these kinda of rituals. Let alone in public. But... perhaps something for next volume..?" The elf quietly hums out from his desk. Drumming his fingers upon the wood. Wondering if he should send a word out to the author.

The Constellations from the City of Stars. Published: 3rd of Malin’s Welcome. Year 120 of the second age. For ages now, the stars have been of much importance in the culture of Celia’nor. Being seen as a representation of High Elven beauty and burning ambition. And among these distant stars are many constellations found by the Court Astronomer, of which the most significant ones that are recently found are listed below. The Guide The guide is a constellation used by many sailors and tradesmen who travel far and wide across the world. Be it to explore or trade with allied nations. Many believe the guide points all elfs of Celia’nor back home, to the city they belong. It is found often at the western horizon on a summer evening. The constellation itself exists out of seventeen different stars with the star at the index finger affectionately named “Thiln‘Annil” which translates to “Silver Guide”, the star that shines the brightest within the constellation. Those born under it are believed to become great adventurers and explorers. The Soldier Made up of sixteen stars, the constellation called the Soldier roughly resembles the shape of an archer drawing an arrow. It can be seen most prominently just above the Eastern horizon during spring. In Celia’nor, this constellation is a sign of strength and unity. Forever defending the city Fi'andria. When a battle is fought by the Diraar and the sign is seen, it is a good omen of another victory. And for those born under it, are believed to become great warriors. The Wise Owl The constellation is made up of sixteen stars and is best seen in the northern night sky in the winter. Roughly resembling an owl. The wise owl is a sign of great wisdom , something highly valued by the citizens of Celia’nor and especially the scholars. It is believed that the children born under this formation of stars may grow up to become great and wise scholars with a keen eye like an owl. The song of the stars Made up from ten stars, the song of the stars holds a resemblance to that of a harp. Often found high in the night sky towards the south. The constellation is one of music and art. Representing the love for all that allows one to out their creativity for all to behold. From the many different theaters to even the different dances. And those born under it are believed to become one day a great artists. AY’PUERAN; Andrillian An’asul. Court Astronomer.

"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.

"The wheel turns again and again... not the first war against the Uruk, neither the last." A elf hums out as he quietly reads through the paper. Letting a sigh escape and folds it up. "Let it be a swift war."

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...

No one ever truly leaves Lotc. I shall await your return, Twandhi from the Lord of the Craft

"They pounded upon them?!" A peasant proclaims in shock! Seemingly, not that good at reading...

The Knight of Haense growing old as the days pass reads a bit wearily over the paper nailed to a wooden board before a deep sigh escapes. "Another war..? Let us see how our new Koeng will handle this." He mumbles out.