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Username: Sandman_plays Character name: Caspian Beowulf colborn III Affiliation: Idunia Desored Rank: n/a Games: All

THE AMBERBORN FORGE FAMILY THROUGH FIRE. ISSUED BY THE EST. 2nd of the Amber Cold in the year 280 S.A. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ O’ GUD, VOR HJELP I GYNE ERE, ESTABLISHED BY CASPIAN BEOWULF COLBORN III AND GUSIAM JUSMIA to create legendary forged weapons of varying materials, in a hope to provide new and improved designs unto the populaces of Azuras. Each weapon goes through a rigorous screening process and is tested prior to selling, to ensure smooth and excellent quality work. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ ⥼──────────────────⥽ UPON PURCHASING A CRAFTING TICKET, the company will be in contact to see what specifications you wish for, before we start to create your dream weapon, armor or anything else your heart desires. UNIQUE ARMOR & WEAPON SETS After forging, these shall be placed for sale in the global markets and in stalls around Azuras. Find them and procure them for a new weapon of pedigree, for they are unique and one of a kind, and never to be seen in the same light again. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ ⥼──────────────────⥽ WITH THE KNOWLEDGE HELD BY some within Amberborn Forge we can offer limb replacements for those who have unfortunately lost their limb for unforeseen circumstances. We also hold the right to DENY you a limb if it is a part of a punishment in which you are never to have it again, we also hold no responsibility if you lie to us and get caught for doing so. ANIMII COMPANIONS Do you tire of travelling alone? Or perhaps you find that when you do there are certain comforts of the city that you miss? Warm food without a fire for instance, we also have the ability to provide Companions for those who look for a simple companion to aid in their journeys. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ ⥼──────────────────⥽ INSTEAD OF CLAIMING ONE OF your hard earned materials, we will simply offer to craft them for a price, our smiths have deep knowledge of these materials and are willing to offer their service to bring your unique crafts to life. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ SKRALI VOR GUD, HIS EXCELLENCY, CASPIAN BEOWULF COLBORN, Knight Commander of Idunia, Lord of Kazan, Knight of the Realm, Lord Marshal of the Carrenguard, Protector of the Mali’Fenn, First Sword of Slesvik. MISTER, GUSIAM JUSMIA, The Amber Moon

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{!} The news arrived to Kazan, Ser Caspian read with a simple reserved glance... his features neutral. With all that had happened, all that had Changed Caspian had fought alongside Hadrian since the destruction of his home, he pondered back unto his actions these past years, his marriage to Hadrian's sister, the destruction of the Kha, all in service to the empire and Idunia. "May he rest in Peace" is all Caspian uttered, as a respectful statue was erected within Kazan.. it read: "Hadrian I, Emperor of Azuras" the words carved into the stone, not for an act of blind loyalty, but a token of respect, whatever the world thought of Hadrian, Caspian was proud to have helped in some way. OOC- Good character mate... now can we play Outlast Trials?

Ser Caspian saw the missive.. a puzzled expression appeared as he read… “very well, let the hunt commence” he sighed lightly “send for the Taynpayn, they are effective in this work..” @Turnipian@Wyrvun

Ser Caspian was sat within Kazan as the letter reached his door, he looked to his window wandering over to look upon the Slesvik, he finally breathed in the air of peace, his blade rested against the stone work, perhaps now was a good time to rest… he turned to Marcella @Rainalynwho held their two newborns in hand and a gentle smile grew across his face. ”A new age..” he murmured

{!} Caspian Read the words upon the missive.. Its over, the only thought that sat within his mind, the world is no longer at war... Will I still have a Job? A subsequent peace had arrived and now he might finally rest easy.

Not that sandman guy he's the worst!

{!} Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III Stood within the Halls of Urguan, he looked to his left then his right, as the smoke from the battle filled his nose, he drew his helm from his head, his hair matted with sweat and dirt. Bodies all around him, his blade CORVUS MESSOR dripped with their ichor, the man simply shook his head, "Wherever they go I hope they find peace" Ooc - Thank you guys for a fun warclaim.

I love LOTC CoA's there always so unique, here's my own though idk if it would be on the best list :3 Made by Speedyblu so all credit to them!

{!} Ser Caspian mourned the dead, after the battle, his voice hoarse from orders, though despite the eight hour long assault they had won the day, he ordered large barrels of mead and wine to be distributed to the men in celebration for those who survived. Eight Hours 1 scratch... perhaps someone smiled upon him from above.

•• ━━━━━ •• ✠ •• ━━━━━ •• Issued by the office of the IMPERIAL CROWN Upon the 15th of Horen's calling Penned by the diligent hand of Lady Eirene of Myrine H E E D , L E A L S O N S O F H O R E N ; BY THE GRACIOUS BLESSING OF His Imperial Majesty, Hadrian I, it is honorably announced that Princess Marcella Antonella Horen's union with Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III will take place upon the second day of Aurelian’s Glory in the year 644 A.A. It is henceforth decreed that the blessed nuptials will commence in the presence of the Imperial Citizenry and beneath the most watchful gaze of the Lord GOD. The nuptials shall take place in the Imperial Palace of Rittersburg, wherein the holy rites will be presided over by His Holiness, High Priest Caius II, of our cherished True Faith. Let it be known that the ceremony shall be open to any who wish to attend and share in the joy of the occasion–though it is forewarned that those with malice in their hearts are not to be welcomed at this ceremony or the festivities to follow. “Lo and attend, for I am the Lord GOD, and I am in the foremost part of heaven. Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot.” I. THE POST-NUPTIAL FESTIVIES FOLLOWING THE SACRED CEREMONY, all in attendance are invited to partake in a series of post-nuptial festivities hosted by the newlyweds. Prizes shall be allocated to victors accordingly at the conclusion of each event. Left-over foodstuffs from these festivities shall be donated to those who cannot afford to eat in trying times such as these. To facilitate the distribution of these goods, Ser Caspian and Princess Marcella have both offered ample coin to couriers so that they may deliver these parcels across Imperial lands with ease. Furthermore, the joyous couple graciously welcomes any gifts offered in celebration of their union, though none are expected or required. Nonetheless, all gifts received will assuredly be put to good use in their new home within Kazan. In addition, the newlywedded couple humbly requests all to mark the day as a cause for celebration–to hold loved ones close, and to make great merriment upon the day of their union. T H E A N T O N I A N J O U S T TO COMMENCE THE FESTIVITIES, the day will host a plethora of activities, one of which shall be a grand joust that promises great splendor for its victor. Whoever shall take the victor’s mantle will assuredly be decreed the Antonian Champion for all attendees of this tournament to bear witness. T H E B E O W U L F I A N M E L E E THE MELEE WILL COMMENCE THEREAFTER. This shall be a bout of fists overseen by the newlyweds and their designated wedding party. Once more, all attendees are heavily encouraged to partake, and the victor of the tourney will be declared the Champion of Beowulf–an honor bestowed only by the newlyweds upon this appointed day. A courier had delivered a series of invitations bearing the Imperial Seal to the following parties. His Imperial Majesty, HADRIAN I, Emperor of Man, and His Imperial Retinue Her Imperial Majesty, ELIZABETH OF BALAMENA, Empress of Man His Princely Highness, MARTIUS VAN AERT, Prince of Blackvale, and His Noble Pedigree His Princely Highness, CASSIUS MARENO, Prince of Myrine, and His Noble Pedigree His Princely Highness, SIEGFRIED BARCLAY, Prince of Reinmar, and His Noble Pedigree His Princely Highness, EDWARD ALSTION, Archduke of Alba, and His Noble Pedigree His Highness, ADRIAN D’ASTURIA, Duke of Asturias, and His Noble Pedigree His Grace, SIR LOTHAR D’AMAURY, Duke of Lorraine, and His Noble Pedigree His Grace, EAROSLAV ROSTOVA, Duke of Krukiv, and His Noble Pedigree His Grace, HEINRIK LUDOVAR, Duke of Kvasz, and His Noble Pedigree His Grace, DUNCAN BARUCH, Duke of Valwyck and His Noble Pedigree The Most Honorable, PARIZVAL VON AUGUSTEN, Margrave of Schwyz and His Noble Pedigree The Right Honorable, SIR ANTONIUS HELANE, Count of Valmont, and His Noble Pedigree The Right Honorable, EZRA DE SENNA, Count of Edessa, and His Noble Pedigree The Right Honorable, NUVILLA WHITEWOOD, Countess of Silasia, and Her Noble Pedigree His Lordship, IOHANNIS BASILEUS, Baron of Cascanova, and His Noble Pedigree Her Ladyship, DAME LORELEI ALSTION-ENSWERP, Baroness of Rethel, and Her Noble Pedigree His Lordship, HENRI HALCOURT, Baron of Artois, and His Noble Pedigree Their Royal Majesties, TAR-ZÔRZAGAR & TARI-AURANNA ARTHALION, King and Queen of Idunia, and their Royal Retinue Their royal Highness, prince Pharazon Arthalion, Crowned Prince of Idunia Her Distinguished Excellency, LADY ATHAENIS VOURKENHARDT, and Her Noble Pedigree His Highness, AEGIR COLBORN, Prince of Slesvik, and His Noble Pedigree Their Highnesses, SASCHA AND BOHDAN GLENNMAER , Princeps of Tir-Glas, and Their Noble Pedigree His Highness, JOSEPH TEMESCH, Archduke of the Petra, and His Noble Pedigree His Grace, ZYGMUNT EULER, Duke of Adria, and His Noble Pedigree Her Grace, KARLA VON THEONUS, Duchess of Vohenheim, and Her Noble Pedigree His Excellency, VITALIUS VOURKEHARDT, Margrave of Ardrossil, and Her Noble Pedigree The Right Honorable, AMELIA REINHOLD Countess of Anairgrid, and Her Noble Pedigree The Honourable, MILOS SARKOZIC, Count of Aldersberg, and His Noble Pedigree The Honourable, SYMON STAFYR, Viscount of Falkenstein, and His Noble Pedigree The Honourable, GUILLAUME AUCLAIR, Viscount of Joyeuse, and His Noble Pedigree His Lordship, ILARION VALKONEN, Baron of Valkenfeldt, and His Noble Pedigree His Lordship, ABTIBUI CARNELLE, Baron of Rosalervo, and His Noble Pedigree His Lordship, SLOANE LEOMONTE, Lord Paramount of Viru, and His Noble Pedigree Her Ladyship, AZRUPHÊL MITHRENION, Lady of Angrenost, and Her Noble Pedigree The Knightly Order Of, IVORY TOWER The Knightly Order Of, THE GREEN HAVEN The Knightly Order Of, THE DAWN The Knightly Order Of, PETRINE LAUREL The Knightly Order Of, THE SILVER STAG The Templar Order Of, THE WHITE TOWER His Royal Majesty, HARALDR AV EDVARDSSON RURIC, High-King of Norland, and His Hearth Her Majesty, ANASTAZIE BRZEZINSKI, Queen of Norland Her Eminence, SISSEL FREYSDÓTTIR AV RURIC, High Keeper of Norland, and Her Hearth Jarl IULIUS-THEGN RAUÐRDRAKAR OF RAUÐRHEIMR, and His Pedigree Laird ULFRIC AV RORIKSSON DREKVAR OF BRUNFELL, and His Pedigree Ser SIGMAR VAR RUTHERN, and His Pedigree Thegns MALRIC AND LJUFVINA OF SOLGAARD, and the Norns of Solgaard Miss SIOFRA FIAMMATA ARST DE ADILER, and Her Pedigree Miss ROS’AMAE OF WYNLOMERE, and Her Pedigree Mister SEROS MALROTH, Cognator of Mechanikas and His Pedigree Mister PETYR WEISS, and His Pedigree A series of personal invitations sent by Ser Caspian had been delivered to the following individuals. •• ━━━━━ •• ✠ •• ━━━━━ •• H V M A N I T A S I N V I C T A “Für Gott und Kaiser,” Her Imperial Highness, MARCELLA ANTONELLA HOREN, Imperial Princess of Man, Duchess of Lorraine, and High Steward of Rittersburg His Excellency, SER CASPIAN BEOWULF COLBORN III, Knight Commander of all Idunia, Kapten of the Carrenguard, Knight Paramount of Carr, Lord of Kazan, First Sword of Slesvik, and Protector of the Mali‘fenn

@Coolcod77How will this fight between @Wolfy-DAnd @Werew0lfAffect the Reinmar Grain prices for the coming fall?

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13th of the Grand Harvest, 266 S.A. The day started like any other. Ser Caspian awoke in Kazan, fed his horse donned his armor and rode out toward Idunia, upon his arrival he was greeted with his usual administrative duties, piles of mail and reports had littered his desk, the war with the Horde and Urguan had been taxing most of his time, he placed a Gauntleted hand beneath his chin and sighed, slowly sipping from a water cup he tried to focus only for the shouts to disturb his peace once more. “SER CASPIAN, SER CASPIAN! Gates SER!” The voice cried, the man rose from his desk, a deep eyeroll was seen before he began to march out from his office “What now…” He murmured. Upon his arrival, he found himself staring at a familiar plate, the same plate he had seen on a Kha not long ago, when a raid was launched upon the Beastfolk Portectorate, a small group of hardened warriors were sent to bring the emperor some heads, and such had been done in haste. Though Caspian was no fool, he could not determine if it was the same person, only the armor struck resemblance. After a brief search it was found the person in the gatehouse was a non-threat, though their actions caused Caspian to ban them from the city for the day. Then, it was time to return to his desk and continue to slog through the paperwork… Before it changed course once more; A cry for help was heard. “Something's happening in the Library! QUICK!” The voice called, the desperate plea heard by most of the present soldiers in Idunia. The group came rushing through the doors of the Library to see one of their very own half dead upon a table, a large Lion Kha in tribalistic armour standing ever present, coated in its victim’s blood. Caspian's eyes fell upon the scene before he ordered those present to kill it, whilst a medic slipped behind the group to grab the injured man, Tharon Zimrabar. The battle raged on and the Kha was ferocious in its attack… Only for it to be eventually cut down, falling to the floor barely breathing as blood welled in its wounds, before Ser Caspian and Holy Ser Valithaeil slammed their blades down upon its neck, Ser Caspian claiming the head as he found a quiet rage washing over him. “The gate was a distraction…" He steamed, anger in his blood rising, Caspian’s next word booming across the room. "ADMIRAL!" High Admiral Maerîl O’Rourke appeared at Caspian’s side rapidly. “Is there a waterway into the Beastfolk Protectorate lands?” “Aye, Ser… why?” She’d ask, though perhaps she knew the plan already, a brief grin spreading to one side of her face, stretching her scar. “Build me a boat… cargo ship in nature… fill it with explosives and send it up river.” His command was simple, but obvious. Ser Caspian had called for the death blow toward the monsters of Metztli, a singular brutal action to render them infirm for a while, a simple and singular way for Caspian to ensure the safety of Idunia. And thus the plan was set into action, Maerîl worked on the boat… building it quickly and efficiently as the marines of Ildon worked tirelessly to fill it with explosive material. Aptly named Zimrabar’s Revenge, after the attacked soldier, the ship was soon ready. Once the day of reckoning came, Ser Caspian and Admiral Maerîl boarded the large guide ship, flying the colors of Ildon and Colborn as they sailed off. It was early morning, the only sounds that of a light breeze catching the sails, the morning squeaks of seagulls, and the gentle lapping of water against the guide ship's hull. Attached to its side was the explosive barge… the instrument of her and Caspian’s vengeance. They came to the natural flow of the river’s edge… the tide seemed to be tugging at the two ships, before the lines of the explosive barge were cut. “We have one shot at this… let's pray it works Admiral.” “Aye.. the tide favors us this day, Ser Caspian” She replies calmly. The pair watched as the barge slipped into the stream’s natural tide, before turning the guide ship around and sailing quickly away. From within the Kharajyr homeland, it was but a normal day. The morning had been pleasant, the horror that was about to unfold unbeknownst to them. Kharajyr were sitting around their lake fishing and washing their clothes, not paying much attention to the small blackened hull of the explosive barge that had slipped through their trade-gate. Tick… Tick…. Tick… BOOM! The first thing the citizens of the protectorate would notice was the deafening boom, as their eardrums burst beneath the sudden change in pressure. The shockwave slammed into them, sending them sprawling out across the mesa ground. Houses that were not secured turned to splinters and rubble, and most Beastfolk around the waters edge and nearby market were killed immediately from the force and heat of the explosion. Part of an Iron gate flew forward SLAMMING into the travelling merchant Dorin Starbreaker! His arm ripped clean from his torso as his body collapsed onto the Oasis floor, crimson ichor spewing from the gaping wound. Sa'Maku, a Kha whose home was decimated before them, would feel the shock wave slam into him, sending him airborne into a nearby palmtree with the unmistakable CRACKING of ribs. Those who were present and alive watched on in fear as the blinding flash of light dispersed and the cloud of dust kicked up by the barge finally resettled, around them they saw scorched earth, and dead Beastfolk. An estimated 500 soldiers and citizens of the Beastfolk Protectorate perished in the initial blast.. Some more perhaps to succombe to wounds later on, though for now it was the closest estimate. The once calm river of the Beastfolk Protectorate washed over everything in its wrath, a large surface wave created by the sheer force of the barge. Flame spread and people screamed, the Beastfolk who were somewhat away from the explosion felt their fur burning to nothing, their very skin being exposed to Owyn’s flame. From the guide ship Caspian and Maerîl watched the mushroom cloud emerge from the Protectorate. Nodding to each other for a job well done. From the bank, Yhl'Flaaowni, Priestess of Metztli, watched the Knight Commander and Admiral of Idunia sail away, to the screams of her people at her back and prayers of horror and salvation upon her lips… {!} A joint letter was then sent out to those relevant. “Today we struck a blow against the Beastfolk. Idunia has stepped forward and put a dent into their kind, after their constant attacks against our people we have finally struck back. This time in full, let the smell of burnt flesh and screams of their people be a lesson: Do not bite off more than you can chew.” Signed, HER HIGH LADYSHIP, Maerîl-Emigliana, Matriarch of the House Rourke, Lady-Paramount of Ildon, High Admiral of the Host of Idunia, Master of Tomes, Bard of the Harren Court, Templar Justiciar of Malchediael, Knight of the Realm, Founder of Ildon, Savior of Rourke, Chief-Cennesaei of the Elendâri, Champion of Delgorthad, The First Oathman of the Númenaranyë His Excellency, Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III, Knight Commander of Idunia, Kapten of the Carrengaurd, Lord of Kazan, The First Sword of Slesvik. ooc- thanks to Dizzy for letting us do this instead of a generic raid very cool of you :3

Well this is a lovely sentiment to end the year on, the message you're putting out there is one that I can stand behind fully, even as IC turmoil happens its good to keep faith OOCLY, Thanks for the Kind words Mr Ikea man, I shall see you in 2026. Peace and Love.

{!} Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III, walked from the cave in which he wasn't sure he would ever emerge from, bloodied, dirty and covered in stone, he simply mounted his steed, rallied the remaining Idunian Knights and headed home. "Well fought" was all he offered.

{!} Caspian found himself walking from the battlefield pain radiating the man had taken some wounding, he looked upon the devastation before him, dead bodies in mounds as the crows above circled, a scene he was unfortunately all to familiar with. He offered a sorrowful expression to those who had fallen upon the field people he had known upon both sides, "May your souls find the seven skies" he muttered in prayer to all who had fallen. the man found himself wandering toward the carrenguard, his levy stood firm yet clearly hurt from the battle, wounds had mounted up in this fight and left his own family in agony. Stepping forward towards them he clasped his Hand upon Erik Colborn's @JuliusAakerlund Shoulder looking at his Soldier's the only solace he had found in this battle was that all his levymen were still standing, a small smile emerged from beneath his helm as he congratulated them. "A stalwart victory, hard fought and won this day" he nodded, "Tend to your wounds, and offer your respects to the fallen even the Druscans, they deserve it as much as any" he ordered before mounting his horse. "Family Through Fire" were his final words before departing the battle, trotting back to Herzskar, his mind still racing at the horrors he had just witnessed, Caspian though already forged in the crucible of war still hated it, "Last one.." he pondered "My last war, when this is done I am done" is all he could muster before arriving to his family keep, opting to lock himself a way to recover from his injuries.

Word finally reached Caspian Beowulf Colborn III, the letter still present in his hand a callout a challenge he had not managed to answer. A wave of disappointment washed over him, there was some element of excitement to the idea of a duel to the death with a powerful being and now the opportunity had slipped away, he pondered what would occur if he replied to Death's Scholar, would they find him a new opponant or would they simply Ignore the Bold Flame of Numendil. Regardless he figured it was for the best, his soul remained intact and another force of darkness had been slain, Caspian uttered a prayer for the creature to Rest in Peace, offering a level of respect to Zu'e

Caspian read the missive, his eyes scanning the parchment seemingly trying to comprehend what had happened. "And just like that.." he murmured before walking out into the courtyard of Herzskar his feet crunching the soft gravel beneath him, before he stopped outside the barracks door... With a resounding boom the Barracks door slammed open leveraged by Caspian's boot his eyes scanning the mess before him, men of the Guard drunk and asleep. His voice echoed in the halls "IN LINE OUTSIDE THIRTY SECONDS!" this was no ask it was a direct order, Caspian Beowulf Colborn III was taking no time to Mourn his friends absence, he would succeed for the Dame in her name for her honor. as the men fell into line they were addressed by the new Kapten "You thought now the Dame is gone that the standard would fall... that would be incorrect, you men will become the backbone of this House Guard, and if you do not make the cut you will be cut, am I clear?" for a moment silence until the resounding boom of response. "SIR YES SIR!" ooc- Thank you Peach for all you did I shall do my best to follow your legacy and keep the Name of Teodora alive! don't be a stranger :D