Traveller

tbh. 99% of the time i dont think the hate is directed at you guys. i think the term "ferrymen" has become synonymous with "pvp goon who bandits me on the road/raids my vassal with bad faith" which is not necessarily your guys fault

i am glad the average joe doesnt balance this server lol

i think some people should spend less time playing civ & bannerlord and spend more time going outside

top 3 lore figures? favourite lore submission you've seen? (CA/MA/MArts/etc)

Ardromiath grasped the missive between wretched fingertips, flame searing the edges of the page. "Petty Drakaar? We killed Order itself, and all your Pontiff can compare is killing vampyres. At least one Canonist gets the terminology correct - no Branded Light will find themselves under your dead God, their ego is too large."

"You faltered last time, by the way." sputtered the Inquisitor of the aforementioned Arch-Drakaar, Ardromiath.

Ardromiath, donning the visage of a mere man, scratched his chin inquisitively upon seeing the flyer. Fingers curled around one of the remaining pull-slips and tugged. Quickly, it was shafted into his pocket and he went on with his day.

In the dark passageways darting between buildings of Balian, and then Haense and finally settling upon Aaun. A Heretical Devotee, donning the perhaps-false name of Aspen, cackled. He looked upward, red ink dripping from his fingers and staining cobbles as light began to creak through hanging clothes and window planters. The sight of light, which he had not seen in two Draconic weeks, a long time. He kept looking, the more intense it got - singeing his eyeballs red - it only fuelled his laughter more. The red-robed heretic stumbled out into the street. His crowd was invisible, yet he shouted all the same. "Don't you see?!" The man wheezed, his raspy voice dragging along the brickwork. "The Red Sun hath given you all mercy! His grasp eases for now... Hark! He will return, and those not under his wings will not be the ones to rise from the ashes which are left." And with that, he stumbled off into the wilderness. He threw himself against a rock and let out a vigorous cough, revealing talons scratching upward on the rock's surface in defence.