Markisstreaming

Invoke ignorance at T2 seems wrong. Dropping the magic, especially if its a self-taught, one person ritual, should be a T1 thing.

I don't think they can delete an account, you have to just... leave. Simply don't log back on or open the forums. Might be wrong tho!

Respectfully, during the last 1-2 years you've left the server around half a dozen times. I hope whatever you're going through gets better, but people do see this as attention grabbing. Wish you all the best fawny.

Talinn, however wicked his ways had become, was filled with a certain sorrow at these news. Perhaps one of losing a rival, he no longer had a nemesis. Regardless, this meant the number of people who knew of his true nature had lessened.

You did not use this perfect opportunity to rickroll everyone on the server on april 1st. you are a heretic and I wish you an intensly unpleasant evening

The Vicar’s demise [PK] One fateful morning, the Vicar awakened within his lair, his wicked servants bringing him some coffee. He got out of bed, and walked to the kitchen. TRAGEDY STRUCK! A banana peel, left there the previous evening, which he didn’t notice. He stepped on it! The Vicar slipped and fell, bonking his head on the counter. He died within two seconds. Such an idiotic death is entirely impermissible by the Creator, and as such, he may not be revived. Ever.

this is most certainly bait

add this pls it makes sense dont play a demon guy if u want to romance

"Won't stand there for long - just wait until that beast gets out of the area. Then... well it's good building material! To steal, of course." The Vicar plotted.

"Oh I did this... yeah... awesome. I'll check out the fight - hopefully some people die before it's slain. Then uh... well... the remains are mine, since I summoned it. Yeah..." The Vicar plotted.

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The Siege of the Wicked Fort Heed my word. Last Saint’s day, the construction of a terrible fort upon the mountain facing the Duchy of Brabant had seen its completion, another one of my wicked plots coming to fruition. As it turns out, we were discovered by the forces of Brabant, and just after we had put up a catapult at the top, we were faced with 140 soldiers at the treelines. My forces at the time were meager compared to that of Brabant, standing roughly at 70, excluding commanders. We were outnumbered two-to-one. This, however, didn’t deter us - for Brabant prides itself in its numbers, and shows that even children would do a better job. I positioned around 50 men at the entrance, whom I ordered to stay completely silent. My second-in-command, the wicked Craftsman, stood upon one of the parapets with a mage he had brought with, who had connected as soon as we saw the forces arrive. Me and my apprentice, whose name I shan’t reveal, manned the catapult. Brabant closed in on the fort. We launched a shot at the woman named Aurelia - whom I will return to in a second. This did not hit. Then, my apprentice got a crossbow and stood near one of the windows, firing at the people below, while I, in my practical, tactical genius, moved ‘round the fort, directing forces and ushering commands. The Craftsman had, meanwhile, climbed on top of the main roof, right above the Brabant forces trying to force themselves in. Then, a terrible log of flesh and bone was dropped, which, by our wicked means, exploded within the midst of the Brabant forces. Twenty soldiers suffered lethal wounds, perishing on the battlefield, while at least thirty more suffered moderate injuries, infections, and plagues. After such a development, Brabant striked at our doors, which gave in under their forces. What they did not expect, however, was my force of fifty men at the door, who, at a singular command from me, rushed at the three who were closest to the entrance. A goliath of viscera struck at the Duke Sterling, while another simple footman flailed around, attempting to hit anything within sight. From what I saw, Duke Sterling was struck at the shoulder. After this, my golem was struck down, and fell onto Sterling, leaving him mostly incapacitated for the rest of the battle. Battle in the doorway ensued, while Paladins and Templars rolled in, swiftly pushing my forces back. At this point, the Craftsman arrived downstairs, and with the help of his golem, threw another log of flesh at the attackers. This rolled right to the feet of a knight. Reports show he died shortly after, sustaining major wounds to the chest and face. This is when, seeing our inevitable demise in front of us, we departed. I must now remind the reader that we were outnumbered two to one, and we caused major damage. Our leave marked, on paper, a Brabant victory, however, keep in mind, there was no soldier that got out without a scratch. Many died, even more were injured, and major harm was done. Now, I promised to divulge into matters concerning Aurelia as well, which I shall now. I am, undoubtedly, a master of espionage, and by means of spies and research, I have found that the woman named Aurelia is a Paladin. She hides this zealously, for the Church determined that such a thing is considered heresy. Well, now I freely declare that the woman named Aurelia Whitewood is no less of a heretic than I. Now, I recognize that the Church shan’t listen to a necromancer such as I, and I recognize that my word in this matter sounds slanderous. Do with this information what you will, the truth will come out no matter what. And now for a message to Aurelia. I killed your brother. I killed your husband. I revealed your true nature. As I declared at the fort, I do declare here as well. I will destroy you. You will covet Death, only to be met with servitude. Your church was burned. Your shrines crumbled. Your army beaten. Neither Aurum, nor salt, nor paladins, nor GOD stopped me. Quadrice your forces defeated, quadrice your cowardice made public. You bested me once. A mistake I shall not make again. My crusade continues, your defeat approaches. His Excellency, The Vicar

"So I'm doing something holy huh..." And so the Vicar was disgusted and did, for the shortest of moments, and for the first time in his life, contemplated stepping down.

The Vicar stands triumphant in that field, overlooking the construction of his fort. Walking 'round that tower of wickedness, he grinned, observing every little fault and weak point, and making a mental note. At least 50 soldiers, he had gathered, and a catapult. He was prepared. Stepping on the highest point of the tower, he yelled towards Brabant, the wind carrying his voice. "DON'T RUN THIS TIME, COWARDS! STERLING! I'LL SLAP YOU WITH YOUR OWN HAND!" And a thousand wretched cackles sounded out in the forest.

Disbanding the Kossuth Company Mortem solvit 1969 F.A. | 173 S.A. It is with great sorrow that the Company issues this announcement. Upon investigation into the case of the recent break-in into our Headquarters, we have found that the leader of our Company, the late Franz Kossuth, was the cause of all. Thereby, beginning from the time of publication, the following are decreed: 1. From the publication of this missive, the Kossuth Company is, in its entirety, and without exception, DISBANDED. 2. The creature called Franz Kossuth is suspected, upon investigation, to be affiliated with Necromancers, and thereby unfit to continue leading the Company. 3. All titles given to Franz Kossuth, those being Rector of the Academy, owner of the Kossuth Company, Duke of the Blue Isles, Diplomat to the True One, Herald of Truth, are now REVOKED. 4. All members of the Academy, and employees of the Company are hereby urged, as per a letter delivered to us by an unnamed messenger, to contact the Duke Montgomery for further employment, housing, and education. In addition, The Company urges the Mother Church to launch an investigation into the crimes of Franz Kossuth, and to declare him EXCOMMUNICATED, and ANATHEMA. Franz Kossuth is suspected to have worked alongside the necromancer named The Vicar, and some witnesses claim these two to be the same person. Signed, The Board of Directors.

Who even is surprised? 60th has been a contraversial figure for a while now, making them an admin was, as it proved to be, a wrong decision to begin with. I appreciate that the admin team took action, though. Now can you PLEASE ban @PlutoPhobia they like toes.

@Damnit_Delmar@TheCaptain@PlutoPhobia @Kitomine @AuJy @_RoyalCrafter_ @Smol luv you all, yall are why I stay here my favorite part of the server is how much impact anyone can have on anyone. And the people mentioned above

In Defence of the Kossuth Company Mortem solvit 1967 F.A. | 171 S.A. It has come to the attention of the Company that recently, two vagabonds broke into our current headquarters, situated in Urguan. There, they used some wretched dark arts to wreak havoc on two Urguani citizens. The Company has come out to state that this incident was not of our doing. We are a peaceful merchant company, not affiliated with dark mages. We suspect this was the work of the so-called Vicar, who had been terrorizing Aevos, specifically the Duchy of Brabant. An investigation from the part of the Company has been launched, and we are most diligently looking into the situation. We do hereby allow the Urguani legion and any other forces they may wish to involve to look through the Headquarters. We pride ourselves on our completely legal and ethical work - and this shall not be sabotaged by vagabonds looking for a quick bite. Any questions regarding the matter may be mailed to His Magnificence, Franz Kossuth. Signed, His Magnificence, Franz Kossuth, Rector of the Academy, owner of the Kossuth Company, Duke of the Blue Isles, Diplomat to the True One, Herald of Truth