TheDrHedgehog

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Ain't it chief. -1 A bit of a hot take on the side, people who do not play a naz or aren't involved in the inferi should not be writing such game changing amendments! (specifically those involving PK clauses and DCs.)

Yes.

In a corner of the Ibleesian black church did a mongrel chuckle and giggle, in it's hands, a missive an imp had brought. "Tssk, tssk, tssk . . . if such is true, this wretch is terrible at hiding their tracks. I am ne surprised, these Mali'Aherals have always been riddled with naivety and ignorance. Credit must be given where it is due though, infiltrating so deep into a norlandic vassal's government is worth some praise." A hydra, the size of one's arm peered over the creature's shoulder, it's multitude of heads hissing and whispering. "Chaos!" "Poison!" "Venom!" They spoke to one another before turning their heads to the mongrel's. "More, more, it must spread!" A quiet hum was given in response. The nightmare stood up, the great serpent slid back under it's cowl, a rift opened before them, and both disappeared through it.

[!] In a dark cavern, within the halls of the ibleesian black church, an imp arrived with a missive in hand, flying in a hurry towards it's master. The Physician extended a hand, carefully grasping the paper. The mongrel stared at it's words through their tinted lenses, a mixture of confusion, amusement and anger washed over their expression beneath it. They stared at that name, The Widow, it nodded. "These humans clearly fell on their head after their birth. The widow. . ." It scoffed. "They are as ignorant as they are pretentious."

+1 We need this. On another note, Stop being so mean you sick freak. @alexmagus

W slop.

"Ah, finally. . ." An Euler read the missive, his hands busy training upon a pad using their suturing kit, excitement washed over their expression, the opportunity he had been awaiting finally appeared. Setting aside their needle and string, they reached for a quill and paper across their desk and began writing down. . .

Enjoy the gauntlets. (:

[!] A letter arrived to the Sandsworn "1000 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona: The Physician Posted on the 7th of April at 9:29 pm GMT+1

[!] A letter arrived to the Sandsworn "850 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona: The Physician Posted on the 7th of April at 9:24 pm GMT+1

[!] A letter arrived to the Sandsworn "700 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona: The Physician Posted on the 7th of April at 6:15 pm GMT+1 Sorry, I need it more.

[!] A letter arrived to the Sandsworn "650 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona: The Physician Posted on the 7th of April at 10:08 am GMT+1

[!] A letter arrived to the Sandsworn "500 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona: The Physician Posted on the 6th of April at 2:31 pm GMT+1

[!] Another bird reached the Sandsworn "400 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona: The Physician's posted 6th of April at 11 am GMT+1

[!] A letter arrived at the Sansworns window: "200 mina for the Bone-Talon Gauntlets" IGN: Hemomancy Persona slot: Ilzar/The Physician Posted: 5th of April 2026 at noon GMT+1

Waiter, waiter, more forum wars please!

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"Wow, this place is very nice." Commented an aheral, throwing a thumbs up while bobbing their head.

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Waiter, waiter, more forum wars please!

"The yap never stops. . ." Muttered an armour clad.

"Rise, son of Cerufen." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=- The mali'aheral woke up on top of his steed, his wounds were healed and even his left eye was back to normal, his scars were nowhere to be seen. The armor clad looked around, better than he ever has in years, he seemed to be in some kind of forest, an oddly familiar one at that. The horse he rode seemed to know exactly where it was going, following a road. It didn't take long before they found themselves in a grassland. A large ruined cathedral-like building stood at the end of it. . . he noticed the sky started to turn dark as the sun began to set down. Castamir rode towards the ruins, finding a spot to set up a camp, before then racking up his mount nearby. The mali sat by a campfire now, a moment of peace for the veteran. . . -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=- The sound of a branch breaking was heard, not too far from Castamir, his gaze snapping to it before he picked his sword up, ready for a fight. . . silence, and then: "At ease son." The stranger spoke with a stoic and calm voice, power eminated from it, almost as if commanding him. "And who may you be. . . ?" Inquired Castamir, lofting an eyebrow, the man did seem familiar. "You do not recognize your own ancestor. . . ?" he raised an eyebrow in return. "Evarir Cerufen. . . ?" "Ti, since when were my children reduced to mere vagabonds?" a huff left the old mali. "They were not my lord, I woke up here, I do not exactly know what's happening either. . ." "Hmm, you've lost your fire, and now. . . your sight." "I am afraid I do not understand. . ." Confusion washed over his face. The founder produced a hand mirror then raised it. Castamir would glance to his reflection, his stomach sank, his right eye was completely devoid of any color whilst the other one was still burnt with malflame. "Is this how you expect to fulfill your duty son?" "No but, how else can I m'lord. . . I lost my sight. . ." "But not your vision." "What does that even mean?" "You have a goal don't you, an ambition. It does not die with your sight, or with the loss of your blessing. This is a test, you lost the tools with which you sharpened your first blade, so what will you do now?" "Make new ones. . . but how?" The Evarir summoned what looked like a mask, the death mask of a weeping woman, one he knew all too well. The two Cerusils exchanged glances, understanding coursing through Castamir's mind. "Don't be harsh on yourself, you're only mortal." He placed a hand on the mali's shoulder, the other placing the mask on Castamir's hand. "You know what to do, continue the noble work you've shed so many tears for." The veteran nodded, he glanced at the campfire, it's flames turned white, a sign of hope perhaps? As he raised the mask to his face, darkness engulfed his sight as everything disappeared. . .