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Once his gaze finally found the missive Edgar's expression grew cold, finally did a fear set in one that he may have to fight those he considered family. Perhaps in his foolish mind, he thought they would leave after the clear threats laid out by the Empire. "Mierda" He murmurs underneath his breath all whilst his clad and green veil laid upon him he knew what was to come but still, his heart stung he felt stuck. . Perhaps his loyalty to the empire was faltering, perhaps an oath was to be broken, either way the only thing he did now is pray that he shall not be the one to go against them.

Adorning his trusty armor Edgar Ledicort de Senna read the missive, gently did his hold tighten causing the paper to crumble a bit under the pressure "Well, i suppose somethings can't be avoided, i tried. . But yet again, no one listens to me" He whispers to himself understanding the bloodshed that will soon take place between the two nations though despite that, he stood firm his helmet coming to latch atop of his head his visage now hidden behind a layer of shadows, only that glowing green gaze lingered still. He had picked a side when he first swore an Oath to the empire, and despite the relations he held with some of the horde. His loyalty had always been for only one nation. "I wonder if that curse of yours has rubbed off on me Lorena, oh well. . . Ave Imperium" Are the words said to himself as the grip on his blade only tightens, war is coming and he was ready.

Within a snowy mountains, hidden in the fog their stayed the half Oyashi, a missive in his hand he wasn't surprised, perhaps he expected a similar outcome. He decided, to walk the path he had long before meeting his new teacher that of a Vagabond. "Take care of yourself" Are the soft and angered words spoken by the man, he softly lets go of the letter allowing it to fly away whilst he walks the other way. His boots crinkling against the cold snow beneath him, though he seems unbothered. He had been in a situation like this before, survival to him wouldn't be an issue. . Perhaps, he had found peace his own way.

In a cozy Albanian home a young Edgar Ledicort de Senna gently seats himself upon one of his many comfortable cushioned chairs, with a coffee in hand he continues his morning routine, as if it was any normal day. He takes a glimpse at the missive, such being taken from a small oak table , that multicolored gaze now coming to scan the words written. . Swiftly after he snorts, and spits out his coffee in a jet. He cackles away in absolute bliss as if he was told a hilarious joke, his hand even coming to slap one of his knee's in the process.

I'm thankful for. @Samler For all the crazy lore conversations we've had and fun times we have spent together on our characters, he's definitely one of the most influential people to me ever since i joined the server @christman, @FunOnTheBun, @megavoltar For even getting me started on LoTC in the first place and the roleplay we had together, it was probably the most enjoyable and fun RP i've had on the server. I'm grateful for the time we spent, and i hope you are all doing well. @Departed_DelmarFor his amazing writing and amazing mindset when it came to roleplaying, arguably the person i miss the most when it comes to people who've left. @lemonke For his care, and the fact that he has become one of my genuine friends outside of the server. Despite our butting of heads at times i respect you a lot as a friend, i strongly believe that opposition is an act of loyalty and you have proven that correct to me. @E__V__O For being an extremely generous and kind hearted person, not to mention funny. One of the first people i've met on the server, and one i stuck with until his eventual departure from the server. @parasolsysFor simply being a joy to be around, you always bring a certain energy that i enjoy a lot i'm glad to see you back @mika1278 One of the role players i hold the highest amount of respect for, thank you for all the fun times. @TaraJess , @cadazio, @OwlofMiraclesFor welcoming me with open arms and changing my mind about human RP. Even though it can be stressful, you have brought me the most enjoyable RP that i've had in a long while and i'm thankful for that. @6Dark For being a good friend to me, i loved the conversations we had especially when it came to things we are both passionate about. @Kizaura For also being one of the first people i've interacted with on the server, i remember the hour long vc's we had together and the times we spent on our ch's. I'm not sure if you still play, but thank you for all the memories. @PearlescentFor their humor and dedication, also a joy to talk to. You are a very close friend to me, and you will be for a long while @Josephh (cant find your ping) Thank you for the time we spent on Laymech and Fish warrior in the tiger sanctuary, the RP was so simplistic but so fun and i think you played a big part in the fun i had. @Tozwad Literally being the FIRST ever RP interaction i had, i was young as hell and logged out because his character scared me. @Xergarok, @Hawkeye_Gough For being really enjoyable to talk to, and also very kind and welcoming. Thank you for the time we spent both IRP and OOC, i love having convos with you guys. There are many others who i haven't mentioned, who have helped me, and made my journey on this server much more enjoyable and fun. I'm grateful to every single one of them.

Yet again a de Senna finds himself reading a missive in the wilds, a campfire to his side and a sword neatly resting against his arm "The naked king" he simply states, a reference of sorts to poetry, with a small smirk he shakes his head from side to side disapproving of the message "To foolish and bold to realize he has lost his own lands, this announcement does nothing" Then his expression drops and his curiosity rises, with a brow raising on that burnt visage of his he questions "Though i do wonder Duke, do you have one last trick up your sleeve?"

Hello Onion, i like your name. 👍

In a dark forest there sat a young de Senna upon a log, his multicolored gaze trailing the fine print of the missive for a moment, he smirks "They can write?" He looks bewildered until suddenly his expression shifts into one of anger. . He crumbles the missive in his plated hand throwing such to the blazing fire he had made for himself. "They speak of justice, pathetic" Soon that free'd hand came to gently rise to the scar tainting his once normal visage. . it was of demonic origins, a maleflame burn "They are cowards, GODless beast, who attack children and anything they come across. . We are not scared of them, after all they're the ones who hide within shadows not us"

A young de Senna one bastardized with the death of his father looks down at the missive, his feet kicked up atop the table in front of him "Well, you know i kind of expected this ay, i mean the place was a mess, and on top of that it's GODless, what can you expect? i mean they had a church at least but still you know?" He rambles on to Ailis Greye his soon to be wife the piece of paper coming to be waved about with the hold of an index and middle finger a crooked smile forms on those burnt features of his "Things are gonna hit the fan, well thank GOD we are in alba and not in that crazy place where the water literally turns to blood it's crazy out there i tell you!" He continues to wave the thing about until eventually it falls to the floor gracefully, and as it settles upon the wooden planks a soulless gaze was set upon it and that smile faded "Keep that hold tight Adrian, and watch the canes you lean on, they may be kicked if you don't"

A hearty laugh echoes out of the young de Senna as his multicolored gaze scan the page "Ave Imperium, but you got to admit that didn't last long" His loyalty was still strong with the empire, but at least for today he laughed at the situation .

With quivering hands the poor de Senna held the missive, tears roll down his cheek though his expression grew stoic. . cold, the fire of grief had finally broken the man, his entire house was a mess, broken chairs, destroyed paintings, bloodied knuckles. . his rage had finally taken the better of him. "Two of them now, taken from me. . Father" he murmurs underneath his breath as he finally knee's to the floor, his gaze shaking with an unwavering anger for those who caused it "Why must GOD be so cruel to me?" "No. . . this must be another task right? I must slay those responsible right? Tell me. . . " It's as if the man had gone insane, he spoke to himself as if someone could answer him but as per usual. . . nothing was said back Yet again Edgar would grieve, not only for his mother but now, his father as well how worse could it get for a man like him.

Amidst the carnage there stood a young de Senna cladded in the armor of an imperial guard one he was forced to adorn, within the shadows of his helm a pained expression flashed across his burnt visage as he watched the love of his aunt be brutally decapitated. . despite his prayers to GOD, his pleas, pain was once again inflicted upon those he cared for "You fought until you no longer could, your faith is undeniable, rest well" he murmurs to himself as the wails of grief echo throughout the arena, despite that he hops atop his horse and rides back home retiring for the night.

In the halls of a church there sat a wretched boy Edgar Ledicort de Senna, burnt beyond recognition though the pains of such scars meant nothing to him for the sorrow he felt for his aunt, the one he'd call his own mother stung deep within his core causing his recovering wounds to almost numb in comparison "Forgive me Lord, for the curse of wrath set upon me by the bastard children of iblees has only grown since I've last spoken, the trial you have placed before me is hard but not one i will falter. . For the sake of my family, i shall quench my anger with the waters of forgiveness and listen to your grace" The poor lad was a mess, in his silence he had been weeping for his aunt, tears so vast they could bless the world with a lake of pain though for now. . It's time for rest, he places his faith in the lord he worships and his grandfather hoping that a better future will be brought to his cursed family.

Edgar looks upon the missive with curious glee in his eyes despite having lost his title he doesn't seem upset instead a small smile perks on his burnt visage "Peace, and new beginnings. . . Perhaps things will be better with this weight off our shoulders" he inhales sharply and sighs releasing any stress he had built.

Edagar Ledicort de Senna looks upon this missive with squinted eyes he was very skeptical and with a murmur and loud sigh he inquires to Lorena a black brow lofted "Aren't people just gonna sell elsewhere?" He hands the missive to his aunt, for review. @TaraJess

✠ Legal Name: Edgar Ledicort de Senna ✠ Age: 18 ✠ Residence in Rotesberg: Grensewacht 1 ✠ I cast my vote in favor of: Ezra Helenus de Senna

I'm going to be very blunt in saying that for the first time, i really disagree with this one i don't like it at all. But i can understand why some might i guess I'm on the fence, i think it will become a hassle and annoyance for most players. Cool concept though, i just hope something good comes from it.

Seth Calith (RealSamler) Evo'lur Tartarus (E__V__O) Especially in the case of Seth, they are extremely knowledgeable about voidal magic to the point it's scary. I guess that's what happens when your ch is old as shit.

I have so much important shit in my vault if we are losing data i'm genuinely cooked. Thank god we have a genuine teach team 😅 ty for saving our items.

A lone 'ker scans the missive with his gilded optics, and with a bright and prideful smile forming on his features he simply states "Bold but interesting nonetheless, I’m curious how long they can keep pushing boundaries before it finally backfires." Being of the void himself, the mali easily burned the missive to ashes and walked.

An era has ended

A masked 'ker walked amidst the snowy mountains and with the wind howling, his attention was directed to the missive "A h, i remember this" a satisfied smile formed within the shadows of his veil "Perhaps, a try wouldn't hurt"