Kriaan

Nico Casablanca hurriedly left Reinmaren walls towards Hyspia, chanting a quiet murmur. "i'mgonnabelatei'mgonnabelatei'mgonnabelate(...)"

Nico Casablanca clicks his quill against a piece of parchment, scanning the report beside for events to transcribe. "Let's see... How am I going to etch this into history?", he ponders with a sigh.

Zachary Casablanca reads such missive with a calm gaze, then mustering a smile. “If only Almaris coulda been run by people like these Daughters.”

Zachary Casablaca presses his nose’s bridge as he reads Karosgrad’s Message Board. “Well, shite; what’ve ye gotten yerself into, Erwin-boy?”, he mutters to himself, before marching forward into the tavern.

Zachary Casablanca chuckles, a gentle smile plastered over his face, as he reads the missive. “Krusae Zwy Kongzem.”, he murmurs, his chest swollen in pride.

Sure! I'll shoot you a message over Discord to discuss that :)

Zachary Casablanca signs the Hussariya over himself, a gesture once benign to him, as he reads over the missive. With his free hand, he brings to his face two aurum rings, pondering over their sight. “Is this Yer way o’ calling Yer children back home, Godan?”, he asks aloud, chuckling. “Well, if Ye’re hearing me, bless the poor kid in the throne with wisdom and strength ta lead our great Hanseti-Ruska. Only Ye ta know how much he’ll need it.”

Zachary Casablanca finds a copy of the missive inside a nearby kingdom’s tavern, a smile slithering across his face as he reads it. “Not wise ta punish the nobles after ye’ve given ‘em swords, Yer Highness. They’re much like children when it comes ta civility. Then again”, he shrugs, “wouldn’t hurt ta… lessen their numbers.”

The Casablanca blood hails from Highlander farmers, mostly mixed between Hyspian and Orenian heritages. The surname itself traces back to before the Second Age, being carried into Almaris by hunter-gatherers and settlers. Despite their predisposition to menial tasks, however, Casablanca are surprisingly sturdy, and their lack of social status is compensated by a household where ignorance was despised. Casablanca also tend to be stubborn, while level-headed, and determined in their world views. I'm looking for players to fill in a couple family slots within the Casablanca line. They'd be: - An older, human brother; - A dwarf uncle; The brother: The brother can adopt any personality and appearance, although I'd reccomend considering the Orenian/Hyspian heritage and the mentioned traits. When his younger sibling chose to leave in search of answers for his own problems, the older brother stayed behind, taking onto himself the burden of sustaining the family, struggling through hours of hard work. In the end, however, he'd have chosen to search for his own career as well, opening a business/joining the IRA. However, after the passing of their father, the older brother chooses to visit Karosgrad, wishing to make ammends with his once cut ties. The uncle: The dwarvish uncle is a veteran, having helped settle the Casablanca family in Almaris. He'd have since retired, however, focusing on his smithing craftsmanship. Having missed his nephews, he could've come to Karosgrad in search of opportunities in the realm, always curious. Appearance and personality are also up to the player, although for traits I'd reccomend a well-humoured, casual man. Besides these two, you are also free to message me over character propositions, such as sisters, aunts, mothers, etc. Any different interpretations of the characters are also up to debate. If you are interested in playing a Casablanca, please contact me at: IGN: Kriaan Discord: O Pai#6597 Thank you!

Zachary Casablanca reads only the late Queen’s letter, favouring a swig of Auvgarian Vodka over the rest of the missive. As he downs it, however, the soldier exhales in a disturbing calmness, shaking his head. “May Godan have mercy upon such kind soul. As fer us, anchored down ta earth… I can only pray we make it through the storm that’s brewin’.”

Zachary Casablanca purses his lips as he reads the missive, shaking his head in disapproval as he closes it. “Justice. Honour, huh?”, the soldier chuckles, throwing the missive to the fireplace and watching it burn. “There’s no honour in sending my brothers ta death fer a petty lie and a broken ego.”

Honestly, yeah, birds may be used for meta, but their removal would imply the immediate establishment of the courier system, and less wealthy folk might have their options on roleplay severely maimed. If staff established some rules to bird messaging to “nerf” it, it might even become beneficial to turn to couriers, but so far, it’ll just make roleplay clunkier, I feel.

Zachary Casablanca slowly takes off his helmet, putting two fingers to his temple to alleviate his throbbing headache. As he hears of the news from the sidelines, however, the Armsman widens his eyes, a grin coming to his face, as well as a cigar to his lips. “Heh. Seems all it took was a little show o’ force. Tonight, we drink on me.”, he remarks, before pacing back to the training grounds to tell his brothers.

Zachary Casablanca grits his teeth, looking beyond the marble gates and reminiscing over his superior’s order to fall back, hesitating to do so. As his comrades wait, however, he relents, turning back and running, disappointed at his own vulnerability.

Zachary Casablanca looks upon the Rhein, admiring what his brothers were capable of defending. Reminiscing over the bloody decapitation of two miscreants in Sutica, so does he raise his sword to the landscape, shouting to the wind: “DEATH TO THE REBELS! KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!”

Zachary Casablanca raises his longsword in glory, having accomplished such feat along his brothers. In his heart, the mighty rumbling goes on; KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!

Zachary Casablanca looks over the poster, content with what Isabella mustered. He nods to himself, muttering; “Aye, fantastic job, Issy.”

Zachary Casablanca taps his foot and hums a familiar melody as he does his rounds around Karosgrad, Feodor May’s jingle stuck in his head.

Oathedman Zachary Casablanca grips the flyer, looking up to the Yong Ping crimson sunset, the calm breeze mustering a foreseeable storm. The footman then stands up, putting his right hand to his longsword, it's runes glistening in anticipation, as he mutters a secret, only his and the wind's: "...Krusae Zwy Kongzem."

Full name: Zachary Casablanca IGN: Kriaan Reasons for joining: Interested in the experience, specially when it comes around to monsters. Experience: Experienced in combat, be it unarmed or sword-fighting. Has hunted a bear in the past, but no monsters. Discord: O Pai#6597