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  1. Esmond Reede took the falling letter in hand, unfurling its length and quickly scanning over its contents. As his emeralds reached the end of the missive a small smile spread across him as he began to ponder over numerous ideas and swirling thoughts within his head that he deemed worthy of sharing. Perhaps he would compete, he thought - besides, a little extra mina never hurt a soul.
  2. Esmond Reede ceased the hammering of steel to take up the missive, his emerald eyes quickly flickering over its horrifying contents. Once he had read all he could bear, he wiped a beading line of sweat from his forehead and set his tools down, leaving for Elysium at once. "Innocents? Children? What cruel days await us.." Was all he was able to say, his thoughts immediately riddled with worry over Aylin, and his blood boiling in anger. Truthfully, he cared little for Oren and Norland alike, but the slaughter of children like lambs was an act that would not go unforgiven.
  3. Esmonde Reede took the invitation in hand, twirling the blue parchment about in his grasp. As his eyes began to hastily gloss over it, a soft smile spread across his visage. He was always delighted to congratulate a new couple, and he quite enjoyed ceremonies, but he too worried partially about the state of his mal'onn..
  4. A certain, moss-covered Ranger, having heard of the event through word of mouth between The Elysium Rangers, decided to attend. His expression hardened behind the rusty helm, he stared out over his perch upon the roof of The White Bear Tavern, his old eyes fixed upon the quiet tranquility of the crashing waves.
  5. Avalor brought the parchment to his eyes, glancing over it quickly before setting it down with a grin, thinking of the many new faces who would taste his brews. "I cannot wait!" He muttered to himself, then thinking for a moment. "I sure hope I can get myself out of bed in time"
  6. Absolutely love this! Can't wait to put the Danûngol to use! Can finally stop using bandits and gobbos.
  7. Avalor Astasel stood upon the deck of Norland's ship, his soon to be wife at his side. He leaned over the side of the ship, gazing outwards towards Arcas as it grew slimmer and slimmer in the distance. He thought of Esbec, Oren, all of the friends he had made, and all who he had met and lost. He thought of The Vodnyk In A Barrel Inn, that humble tavern that had become so important to him, and the town it found itself in. The tavern where he had come to know his lover, and where he had proposed to her alike. The tavern where he had met so many, from adventurers to politicians, young and old. He glanced to the side, his eyes falling on what remained of his possessions, contained within a large, hastily prepared leather satchel. His amber eyes glistened in the rays provided by the setting sun as he remembered the wooden fragment that lay within. He closed his eyes, as the recent somber memory flooded his mind. He saw himself, axe in hand, staring at the main timber beam that was erected before the entry way of that old tavern. He let out a heavy sigh and brought the steel down upon the beam, over and over without end. Thud after thud until finally the beam was no longer one, splinters strewn all about. He crouched and dropped the axe, trailing his fingers along the jagged oak, selecting the largest piece to bring with him to the new world. He wrapped it in a fine orange cloth and stored it away as he stood back up. At that moment Avalor opened his eyes, the memory evaporating as he returned his gaze to the horizon that lay beyond. He grasped his lover's hand and squeezed it, remaining silent as he often did..
  8. Stinky

    1. Balmakka

      Balmakka

      Silas hands Avalor a bar of soap over the counter "Don't drop it, oaf." he chuckles, walking off.

  9. Adstrom

    SpaceOddity

    Avalor Bekalot Astasel was born in The City of Helena, to a common family. At an early age, Avalor was always fascinated with Knights and their honorable code. He desperately wanted to be admitted into a Knightly order as a page. As his childhood advanced, Avalor kept his nose to his books, and his mind on his studies, only varying from this pattern to practice his combat technique with a fighting dummy his father had purchased for him on his 8th birthday. When Avalor turned 9, he could not contain his excitement, for he knew that within a year all of his hard work would finally pay off. A few months following his 9th birthday, Avalor and his father went for a trip into the nearby market where they lived. This trip was a bit of an oddity for the two, as Avalor’s mother usually carried out the chores for places such as this, but Avalor’s father felt that it was necessary for the child to learn what the city was truly like before he was sent away. On this trip, Avalor stumbled into a peasant boy, the same age as him. They met when the peasant came running through a market stall clutching a piece of bread close to his chest, charging straight into Avalor accidentally. The peasant, who’s name was Abrin, had apparently attempted to steal the bread but had been immediately caught. Avalor, who had been separated from his father at this point on an attempt to teach self-reliance, immediately offered to pay for the bread, using some of the minas his father had given him to spend. Over the next hour, the two boys bonded and played together, Abrin touring Avalor around the market. When Avalor’s father returned, he was taken aback by the boys’ close bond that had been formed in such little time, likely due to Avalor’s usual separation from those his age. After that day, Avalor and Abrin continued to grow closer, visiting each other numerous times a week. Abrin lived on the outskirts of the city, and belonged to a very poor family, although despite this, he shared the same Knightly ambitions as Avalor. The two boys trained together, and when the time came, they were excited to finally be able to learn how to become true Knights, however the case would not be this way. The Knightly Order the boys wished to join required a payment for entry, and a particularly high one at that. When it was time to pay for the induction into the Order, Abrin’s family simply could not afford it. Avalor was devastated and quite simply, did not understand. He was confused why his friend would not be able to join him, as he was still a child. Despite this, Avalor begged his parents to pay for Abrin’s entry, but they would not listen, after all it was a hefty sum. With no other option, the two boys said their somber goodbyes, and Avalor headed off to join the Order. As the weeks went on, Avalor desperately missed his friend, and it showed on his studies. Avalor was falling behind in the Order, and his mental state kept on declining. Avalor had decided it amongst himself that The Order was wrong for charging such high fees, even if he himself could afford them, and he began to grow distant from their restricting code. Eventually, a year after his admission, it came to a breaking point, and Avalor ran away. With nowhere to go, fearing his parents’ reaction to his act, he rushed to Abrin’s home. The boys were overjoyed to be reunited, and Abrin informed Avalor that he had found a way to still achieve the two’s dreams. While Avalor was gone, Abrin had increased his studies tenfold, in an attempt to compensate for not being admitted into the Order. In doing so, Abrin learned of another Order. One which had no entrance fee, and even viewed such a fee as unfair. One which adhered strictly to the four Holy Scrolls of Canonism. It was the perfect chance for Abrin and Avalor. The ideals of the school even matched the two boy’s new perception regarding the Knightly code. The boys quickly began to enhance their training and worked hard until the time came to find a Knight who could induct them into This Order. They were successful and discovered an older Knight who was impressed by their sheer determination and was willing to take them both to the Order’s main castle for evaluation. Just a month before the time they were set to leave, tragedy struck. Abrin became deathly ill and died just a week after. Avalor was traumatized, and decided that he had to continue on in honor of Abrin. Shortly following his inspection , Avalor was accepted into the Order as a page. Over the coming years, Avalor trained hard and eventually graduated from page to squire, and from squire to Knight. Avalor departed from the castle, with the main goal of doing good deeds and honoring the memory of his long-since-departed friend. Now, Avalor wanders the world in search of adventure, and a chance to prove his worth to all of those that surround him.
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