FredrickTeufel

Gabriel d'Arkent left the room within the halls of Salia. His face shadowed by the dimmed lights. A reflection of the mood that was felt by the Count. His armor still wrapped around him, and reflected the light from the meager candles that were strewn across the hall. His face would briefly be stained with tears before he'd wipe them away. Looking to his hands then, still lightly stained with blood from the events that had occured earlier in the day. At last, a sigh would escape the man as he lowered his hands back down. "I've done all I can to ensure your legacy mother. I tried to pick up what you and father left me behind. I can only hope you'll smile upon my continued efforts from the seven skies above." His words would echo briefly through the hall, before alas he stopped in his office, and tucked his head into his hands. Seemingly set on remaining in the spot for a while, mourning.

Gabriel Peter d'Arkent allowed his eyes to shoot wide upon hearing the will read to him. The letter opener he held dropped to the floor, his balled up hands now opening in a state of shock. He looked over to the servent who read the news to him and snatched up the later himself, reading it over quickly. The signatures, the seal, the words sprawled out in ink upon the paper. It was all true, yet somehow Gabriel did not believe it. He couldn't, how could he. He was the last born of his family, and yet he was now the first in line for the title. He glanced around the room, seeking someone to speak with on what it all mean't. Yet no one was around then, he was alone then as the servant headed out to other duties. His head fell low then, and all Gabriel could do was ponder on what he could do. What the future had in store for the new Heir.

Gabriel Peter d'Arkent would read over the missive sent out by his house and offer up a light sigh. His eyes going to a close in rememberence of his brother. A moment of silence filling the bedroom within which he sat. Resting behind his desk with the letter neatly opened. "John, you were a brother I didn't know well, to that I will admit. . . There was so much we didn't get to do together. Even still, I-" Alas, Gabe stopped himself. His words falling short of what he could say. He glanced around the room. Empty and quiet once more. The distant splashing of the waves against the ports of the city would echo in through a nearby balcony. Just beyond a wall that protected the jewel of the South. Gabriel would rise from his seat then, and allow for his saddened state to drift from the house, Out to those walls, looking out to the waves from their top. "You're out there, you'll come back soon." He'd mutter, knowing he was simply lying to himself.

Gabriel Peter d'Arkent narrowed his eyes as his eyes scanned the missive, a sigh leaving him. "I don't know if it will brew up a sense of brotherhood to the looser, but it's a fine idea." He stated, before rolling his eyes. Seemingly dreading the additional duties that he now had because of the game.

FULL NAME: Gabriel Peter d'Arkant AGE: 18 RACE: Heartlander RELIGION: Canonist ((MC name)): FredrickTeufel ((Time Zone)): CST

Sebastian Teufel Would grin upon recieving the letter, going to stroll to the new Castle that he was to inhabit only to find the front door locked. "Ah, I forgot we are at war. . ."

Theoden Akaln'riv would blink upon reading over the invite list before looking at his keep which was intended to host the large list of invited guests. "Why does guest list include entire nations?!" He would exclaim, worry filling him.

Sebastian Teufel readies his blades of countless quantity. His eyes darting between both the public bounty, and his own personal contract. "God have mercy on this poor sheep slayer. . ." He mutters at the moment before turning to the two that stood near him. "We have more people to question."

We are basically Russian High Elves.

Yes hello, it is I. Future Fred.

Understandable Have a good day.

Bro I thought you retired.

When I read this post originally, I didn't comment. I value reason behind arguments, and we were missing a whole half of the argument. Staff hadn't yet put up their side of the story, I wanted to see the evidence behind the Ban. Now that the response is out, and the post is unlocked. I feel now that the stance is justified. This ban was targetted. As of current, we lack evidence justifying a ban against Twi. I understand the argument for keeping the evidence under wraps, but after reading the response. I cannot say Twi deserved a six month ban. A slap on the wrist and two weeks MAYBE. Not permanent with a appeal allowed in six months. I will admit, I am a newer Celia'norian. I am an Orenian that left when the drama became to much. I came to this nation and found some of my favorite RP that I had in a while. After playing for a few weeks though, I leanred a little inside joke we had. 'Do not talk about Haelun'or, or you will get banned.' At first I thought it was only that, a joke. I learned though that it wasn't when I saw that Voxy was banned. Voxy was my friend, and I talked to him a lot. He got banned for making his name on his alt 'Hobobojo'. Pretty funny, but he was banned for Staff Impersonation. I can understand that, but it made that old inside joke seem just a little bit more true. With all that being said, after reading the response, I no longer see that inside joke as a joke. It is the law. Do not talk about Haelun'or. Do not attempt to conquer another nation. The "Subjugation war goal" is now a bannable offense. I fear hitting the send button on this comment is a death sentence, but there is that little part in my brain that says go. So I am sending this out there. This doesn't feel right, and I hope that in the near future I either see a reconsideration on this ban, or I see some evidence to support the admin teams claims. Thanks for reading, sorry if I am bad at writing. I don't use the forums often.

I wish I could be innocent again. I wish I could ignore the BS of the forums and return to when I would just hang out with my friends. Me and the boys in Oren would just run around talk about the latest plan to destroy the Holy Orenian Empire. Kinda odd though how the actions of Urguan, Haense, and Norland against Oren back during the Tripartite years though would result in their NL's ban. These ban reasons are very broad, and using the logic behind them, I could get several individuals who have done these same crimes banned permanently if I felt like it, as could several other individuals.

Name: Theoden Race: High Elf Age: 7 [[OOC]] Username: FredrickTeufel Discord: FredrickTeufel#1796 Timezone: EST

George Maximilian would look around the fallen walls, the countless corpses that flooded the streets, the streams of blood that would dye any river red. Disgust, that is what the Count would feel, disgust for the enemy, who dared to raise their city upon the lands that would once be Orenian, disgust for his own actions, butchering those within the walls like sheep sent to slaughter. The sacking came after, the stocks of the city were looted and barren. George would not see the looting of the land though, he would be returning home. His head spun in confusion, what had this war done to him, to them all. Within the lands of Huntshill, the County he held so dear, he would pray. Pray for an end to all the war that lay around him, pray for some peace to return, pray to never have to see the thousand yard stare of a dead human looking directly into his soul. No one could know though if his prayer would be answered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Theoden would be casually roaming about in the upstairs of the orphanage of the Fenn orphanage. He didn't even realize a battle was had, and peoples lives had been laid to ruin. He just sat there, tuning his guitar up perfectly, perfecting his craft.

I've never been big on magic, but as a composer of crappy songs, this is something I really want to learn. +1 and a huge round of applause. I hope I can one day learn Bardmancy and wow crowds at taverns across the world.

George Maximilian looked over the letter as it was delievered to him at his estate. The office was all quite as he read over it, discovering his friends grim fate. He would let out a deep exhale, shakey, and soft. "Why is this the fate of a good man. Why is the world determined to kill good men. Why does God let this happen." He dips his head now until his forehead knocked against the desk, and the room continued to sit in silence. George sat there for hours, letting the sun fade behind the trees of the nearby wood. Within that time, books would be scattered across the floor, letters crumpled and torn. The sorrow of the Count was clear, and the only that remained in place was that letter, that was delievered to his estate just saints hours ago. . .

Gods speed king. I'm still here with you.

Sir Fredrick Teufel could be seen once again roaming the streets. Age hadn't slowed the Veteran down a bit. "I have lived a long life, I have lived a good life. So much loss have I seen in it. So much suffering. Inferi, Sedan. I think it is time to finish this trilogy, then I can finally retire." With that, he would adjust his hat upon his head. The old black uniform he dawned clearly having signs of wear and tear, but still being neatly organized, just as it was in the days of his youth.

Discord username: FredrickTeufel#1796Ever played a Discord/Forum rp before? YeFavorite Sci-fi book or story? Frontlines, Terms of Enlistment.

George Maximilian rushes out to buy some Providence Vigilants merch. "Can't wait to make the first game!"

The mad man did it, he got a gun.

Group Name: The Green Mountain Boys Discord: FredrickTeufel#1796 Starting Point allocation: Manpower: 3 Supplies: 3 Weapons: 4 Starting Location: Green Mountain National Forest, Vermont

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