Northtitan

i feel attacked

Togrim takes a sip as he drinks some with kosher, having saved a child with him earlier.

Togrim wants the post so he can drink coffee and read the newspaper every morning, but there is no Elysium post, it is a myth like taxes and the bigfoot

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊 [!] A missive is sent to the four corners of Almaris, as a humble paladin in training sits in his room, with only a single candle to illuminate the letter he was writing. “An Elven week ago, the Vigils of Light set out on a quest to rid the world of a blight that was left to fester far too long. On the far west side outside the walls of Elysium was a cave, the outside littered with gore and blood, and as a group of four Paladins went boldly into its depths, they were met with the sickening, rotten smell, and a foreboding presence. Vampires festered inside the cave, along with a pool of crimson blood: their altar. This cave was a place for them to harbor their curse, and let it spread to the rest of the Descendants of Almaris, The Vampire ilk tried their best to cease the cleansing of their pool of crimson ichor, but had fallen to the devoted paladins without any signs of mercy. But on that fateful night, a dear brother of mine was lost. A lone vampire with an alchemical explosive knocked him into a spike trap. Such unhonorable tactics should have been expected from the filthy creatures. Sadly, he sacrificed himself to save me, and as Vindicator Esmond Reede took my place in death and ascended to be with our Sunlit Lord to fight eternally against the foes of light; our group made sure that not a single one of these bloodsuckers would ever see the world outside this cursed cave again. A fury descended onto the cave from the three Paladins in mourning, as a holy burning fire met the remaining Vampires along with their pool of blood, no doubt where they were given this curse. It was fortuitous justice that it was Esmond’s widow who lobbed the potion of fiery fury I had given her and she who rended the murderer’s head from their shoulders. The cave we were in looped back around to the inside of an extremely large, old tree; that hollowed out tree was the perfect kindling to burn the Vampires and lock them into their inevitable ashen tomb forever. The inside of the tree lit up in flames in mere seconds, the remaining Vampires quickly consumed in a fire fueled by vengeance, rage, and honor. The cave was now cleansed, the spread of the plague of Vampirism snipped at one of its many roots, one avenue of corruption removed from the world. The now Trio left the cave with their fallen brother in arms as it filled with smoke, leaving the bodies of the creatures behind to burn with their cursed pool. All that was left is the burnt husk of the tree and the ashes of the vampires left behind. To any Vampyr that happens to be reading this, the ones that prey on the weak and innocent, who find joy in their sins, the ones that don't wish to be rid of the curse and instead find pleasure in it and the suffering of others, this is not just a warning, but also a promise; we will continue to snuff you out. The Light of the Sunlight Lord will shine down upon you, and when it does, I hope He is merciful and offers you a swift death, Because I will not be so kind.

Togrim Heartstring just got home from his expedition as he suddenly feels better, a little more powerful, before the feeling fades "well that was strange" he says to himself as he continues on with his day.

give me the magic floating sword lore please me want cool swords

Togrim sat in his room, contemplating now. he had now started to know how it felt to lose friends, to lose those close to him, but he continued to press on. he had to act, for them. "ill see you later old friend, it might have been your time....but i will make sure your legacy lives on, rest well"

Togrim wonders who the hell Daeland even is and why a town he hasnt heard of before is concerned with elysium in the first place.

Togrim Heartstring Vanari cringes at the ct member, but only at josef cause all other ct members are cool.

Togrim Heartstring Vanari watches Eugeo snort Frost salts wondering how the hell he hasnt died yet. The will of Xan must be with this man as he watches in horror.

+1 for me, it would bring some diversity to the melee combat style of crp. as of now its either sword with special metal or some ranged magic or potion. I think this would bring some needed diversity to melee combat in terms of magic. Plus, it would be fun to rp the consequences of being a tired ass nerd all the time.

Togrim would read over the letter with a confused look on his face. it was understandable why Brian would make something like this, given that he has only caused trouble in Elysium, but Aech? Most of what had been said in the letter was false or misinformation to his knowledge, as he has been working with some of the new recruits personally. further more, to his knowledge, there hasn't been much meetings with liluth discussing anything about the recruits, so no real opinions of hers have been pushed aside. "Hey honey! wasn't Liluth in charge of the new recruits and making sure their opinions were heard?" he would say over to his wife across the room. Maybe he should go check in with Lilith as the sentinel of the initiate branch, he hasn't seen much training or anything out of new recruits as of late. Good thing all the recruits he has worked with are good hard working people, taking on missions he has given them and doing excellent work.

Reserved

reading over this, this looks cool as hell, this is a +1 from me

reserved

Togrim would be working by the forge, overlooking the entirety of Elysium from the top of the Ranger keep as a small golem would walk up with a parchment in hand, tugging on Togrim's blacksmithing apron to hand him the letter. The Decurion would kneel down to his living doll friend and take the letter, reading it over as he sits by the forge. With a heavy sigh, he would look across Elysium, his home, and ponder for a moment before turning to his small, stone assistant Gordon. “you know, i remember when my wife was with child, it was Inui who told us, who told us it was health and everything, and Sofiele was only 2 months old in the womb at the time, I was amazed she knew so soon.” he would then ponder the events that had taken place in the letter, knowing some of them to be true and others he wasn't sure of. “Inui is a good friend, while i dont think Oren as good as it sounds in this letter, I cant help but agree with most of the things here Gordon. The rangers defended this land with their life, over and over again, and they stripped power away from us, that part I know as a fact.” Gordon just looked up at Togrim and gave him a nod, not able to really talk or agree with him, for Gordon had no idea what was happening either, he just let Togrim rant to him. Togrim went on while hammering a blade on the anvil in front of him, “and at the first meeting, they arrested liluth. for what might you ask? Insubordination for not standing straight? Does that make any sense to you Gordon?” he would say to his Living Doll friend as he angrily hammers out the red hot Daemonsteel blade on the anvil. “They wanted to do a show of force, that's what I think, and to think they did it to MY head ranger, MY sister, the person I worked directly under for years!” he would say now slamming his hammer down onto the Daemonsteel blade out of frustration and anger, the red hot metal sparking each time he does. “If you want respect you have to earn it, you cant command it from the people who bled for this land, from the people who bled for norland as a whole.” Gordon would just sit there nodding before walking over to the forge and with his stone arms refill the forge with coals to keep it hot for Togrim. The Decurion would pick up the blade and dunk it into the water, pulling out the dull grey Daemonsteel blade and looking it over. inspecting the razor sharp edges of the blade and putting it with the two others he made the couple days before. “We may need more of these soon Gordon, my friends are going to need these, now lets get to work”