STBNL

Vylarr rose a brow to the missive when skimming to read, that they must go speak upon valah grounds.

A guardsman in Numendil took a second glance back at the missive, as the sketch almost fooled him once with the theft stolen stache. Wilfriche pondered if he should send a letter.

Sudden thumps of galloping echoed from the forest which intercepted Wilfriche, as he was on a route of a supply run. His steed was weighed down by the filled burlap sacks and eventually the man was caught by the edge of a lance trying to flee. Impacted off the mount, but immediately returned to his feet mustering a fight against thrice-fold of combatants before ending up into shackles. Relocated and under threat of his life for ransom. The captors were relentless of hearsay towards ilk followers of the church. Despite open hostility, his faith unyielded towards pressure. Both battered and exhausted having being forced to endure recovery without rest. Understandably, the young man was anxious, afraid even. He awaited for the dreary the sentence of death - Though, not long before loud horns of Numenost blared from the distance. A numbering army marched and stormed the keep, as he watched through the slits of a metallic door. Numendain comrades broke Wilfriche free from captivity. He was struck amazed, touched to the heart as individuals would rally in aid for a recruit. Ensuring not only renewed inspiration, but of utmost loyalty in return.

Nearing the meager name date of 300, no piece of a newsletter ever brought more somber to Vylarr before than this gazette from reading the last section. This mali'thill kept close minded thoughts throughout his service of el'Sillumir. The morning breeze reminded days younger, when the malaurir he once swore to protect was now being laid across with hate by a number in current state. All he could do is watch and bid Seth well, wherever he was. Despite living with conflicted differences, he remains in Haelun'or wherever it transitions. Bounded to follow his sacred oath, he donned the same uniform and ushered a comment as he prepared to conduct a routinely patrol. "Diraaran'ayla annilnan ahereyae."

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A thill supports the newly reigned, for the future of his beloved nation. "Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya!"

A 'thill would initially abstain himself from voting, but was convinced elsewhere by a different figure. "Seems reasonable, I will give my support." THE BALLOT ((MC Name: STBNL )) Name: Vylarr Githrahel Vote 1: Theveus Sythaerin Vote 2: Theveus Sythaerin

Kellend whet his blades.

"To think my first known public endeavor was from that particular training session.." A 'thill says to himself, slightly embarrassed but soon quickly moves on the topic.

A particular 'thill still goes to ask Arasdir for an autograph, even after retirement.

"Our courage shall never waiver, even if it meant being felled in the hands of our enemies." Stated by a fellow Sillumir.

A Sillumir within the barracks was sharpening his blades from all the recent armor piercing he has done.

A Sillumir marches alongside his comrades for what's to come.

"E're now, it ends my faithful oath to you Seth. The one bestowed from Kaelin Aldin to me - Now he can rest assured that it was done." A Sillumir fades within the line of other soldiers, finishing his part.

Kelland was immediately transferred over, "It is what it is."

A Sillumir eyed his comrade perhaps even watching from afar, noting that he missed the last paycheck and mayhap this was a good opportunity for him.

↬ Discord: eunieep ↬ Skin Name(s): commission slot ↬ Bid(s): 350 mina

↬ Discord: eunieep ↬ Skin Name(s): commission slot ↬ Bid(s): 200 mina

A figure within the Sillumir force spoke towards a comrade of his, in a more closed off area. "Have you caught wind of the latest issue?" The mali'thill spoke in a hushed tone and briefly continued. "Remember our long old vow we took from Kaelan Aldin, Eleven - incase things do go awry. For el'Marheral." @Dark_Celos

Kelland gave his congratulations to Gaspard back at the keep.

Kelland gave a thumbs up to the news.

"Average Adrian dub." Kelland, a man from Blackvale states, whilst he took hold of a whiskey bottle from a fallen Haenser and chugged it on the spot.

Discordtag : eun#8046 MC Name : STBNL RP Name : Kelland RP Age : 21

THE BALLOT ((MC Name: STBNL)) Name: Vylarr Githrahel Vote 1: Luthien Maeyr'onn Vote 2: Luthien Maeyr'onn