Petsch2k

Goodbye friend, I wish you the best in life. Stay safe and prosper.

@MapleSunflowerAmazing job, great voice! @tcs_tonsils_ Great job writing.

A BRIDGE DESTROYED | A PATH SEVERED 17TH OF OWYN’S FLAME IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD, 1954 The mages of Hohkmat gathered together to perform a great feat of magik on top of a tower overlooking a bridge. Caliana Ashwood, Sulieronn Ashwood, Rhae'lin Ashwood, Nava, Cecilia Riddle, Scrisa, Isabella Sanz, Lucis Avila, Atticus Reinhold, these mages shall be written down in the history books of Hohkmat. They began to channel their magiks together it manifested into a great force… Winds mixed with black and white streaks of aura grew upwards around the center of the old Petra-Veletz bridge. Those terrible winds swirled and spun about, growing upwards into the air as it slowly became a violent tornado that reached high into the skies above, creating a deep gray cloud that stretched far beyond the radius of the tornado itself. Lose objects within the radius were pulled up and towards the center of the violent mass, adding to the danger it brought. Even where the circling mages stood, they could feel the blowing winds. Though, something else was added to the mix by the will of the great Caliana's circle. A giant ball of purple flames, such an orb being sixteen feet in diameter, was launched towards the bridge, the Combustive Flame Blast smashing into the stones mere moments after being launched towards it. It passed through the wall of the Great Tornado before striking the center of the bridge, slowly sinking into the stones. For a few moments, nothing seemed to happen. It was like the world stood still, but suddenly... BOOM! Those purple flames burst outwards, shattering the stones of the bridge with an immense amount of force as a shockwave pulsed out in every direction from the core of the blast. Stones flew into the air, pieces of gravel and dirt mixing in with the explosion. When it seemed like some of the rubble was about to strike the city, it started to be pulled back into the torrent of spinning winds. Said rubble spun around within the tornado, smashing into itself and other parts of the bridge which just added even more rubble to the violent mass of destruction. The flames were soon to die, though the tornado remained rampant, breaking the bridge to pieces until none was left. They blew up a bridge. Slowly, the tornado's strength lessened as Sulieronn willed its winds to slowly fade away, rubble being dropped into the river below. The sky cleared of the voidal clouds, the voidal smoke soon to fade away as well. In due time, the tornado had completely vanished, leaving the city untouched but the bridge destroyed. Credit to @MeteorDragon for a majority of the writing. MAGES OF HOHKMAT Suluieronn Ashwood - @MeteorDragon Caliana Ashwood - @Creete Rhae'lin Ashwood - @Luxury Atticus Reinhold - @Hom Lucis Avila - @Ztrog Nava - @ClassyDryad Isabella Sanz - @Dj_McMuffin Scrisa - @Apotolofo

A DEAL WITH THE DEADMUND 12th of the Way of Keys In the year of our Dark Lord, 1954 This is to those who have unanswered prayers, to those that seek revenge but unable, to those who wish death upon another. To those who have no other option. Strike a deal with me. Know that I lead an undead levy, I will kill, capture, torture those who wronged you. I will seek those who oppose you, I will ensure they do not have a peaceful death. All I require is a part of your soul. Nothing more, nothing less. The details and terms of our agreement can be spoken in person. Do not be afraid, I am a simple creature of the dark. Your deal with me is between you and I alone. I am Deadmund, Commander of the Order of Dead Men. Champion of the Lords of Bone. Commander within the Legion of Iblees. Deliver a bird with your request, it shall find me. [OOC] REDLINES

"Glory to Her Majesty Catherine I, this is justice for Ghorm." said Sigismund von Theonus a he signed the Lorraine.

Deadmund would raise his morning-star in the air in victory in the death of the undead slayer "GLORY TO IBLEES!"

Sigismund von Theonus read the missive in an abandoned home in the woods. Hooks and large saws were scattered around the house before the sound of objects being thrown echoed within it. Sigismund looked at his longsword and stepped out as he began to walk into the dark forest.

Sigismund von theonus would be cleaning his blood-stained long sword in a abandoned shack somewhere in the outskirts of Petra as he reads the parchment "Well done." he'd state simply.

Sigismund von Theonus would nod as he smoked a cigar "I need to find the Queen friends, even if it's by steel." With that, the old warrior set out into the countryside looking for peasants . . .

"the WHAT?" Sigismund screamed

THE ORDER OF DEAD MEN Est. 1942 Throughout all of our history, tailing each dawn, dusk has always brought about darkness; that which stagnantes and seeps into all that is lightless. Whether it be those grasping at the crown of the Land with dirtied hands, or those of truly abysmal intent in their ceaseless pursuit of knowledge, all offer influence to the maws of the dark. We are the followers of the leaders of Mivtahza. Gashadokuro, the Champion of Ixris, Father to the Heir of Feldamfir and bringer of Bonebreaker. Alkhayin, the Omnipotent Sword King of Death, Lord of Mischief, Commander of Eighty-Nine Undead Legions, Master of Cloudbreaker, Ruler of the Eight Realms, Duke of Edinburgh, Baron of Bones, God of Humanity. Adramélekh, the Verminlord, Slayer of Agony, Consumer of Apparitions, Duke of Dust, Herald of Hermits, and the rightful heir to the Embermoor Aratakrast the First, Grand Royal Emissary of Iblees, Lord Glorious Magistrate, the Dreadpope, He Whomst Speaks To The Dead. Praise be The Prophets. For decades, the realm of Aevos bore witness to our strength at the behest of the Archlich, with one task. To act as agents of chaos and anguish in the realm of Man. To go forth and bring upon disease, death and destruction. In doing so, we shall be granted immortality. To serve the Archlich is to forsake one's shell, and fearlessly descend; as one that knows not the weakness of flesh, but certainty in a vessel void of suffering. Those who pledge their service know life without fear of death, for why would we? We are already Dead Men. (ba dum tss) The Order of Dead Men is open to murderers, evil-doers, no-gooders, corrupt magicians, pineapple pizza lovers, any and all who wish to sow chaos and destruction into the realm of Man. We do not concern ourselves with riches— whatever pillaged in our success, members of the Order are free to take at will. If you find yourself compelled to act, head to the Brightwald; we shall be waiting. DeadMen Walking [OOC] [PLAYER-EVENT GROUP] Hello again, It’s been awhile! Since the first post the Order of Dead Men has grown quite a bit, and we’ve received a lot of good eggs! Just wanted to continue recruitment and offer to anyone at a chance at playing a villain. There is no pressure to main the persona, even if you are just curious for a day there is no issue creating a one-shot character for when we do player-events! Any questions or concerns, my dms are always open. Like my last post, we will be continuing to do player-events for multiple settlements, usually these events consist of most of the Order dying or escaping. We are always looking to ensure good faith and a good mentality going into any settlement. We are not here to murder-hobo, we are here to provide fun conflict to the various communities of this server. In addition, due to our player-group growing we now have a few other evil orders under The Coven. For the most experienced players, there will be raid-parties where the goal is to complete certain tasks. Please keep in mind this is no longer Order of Dead Men but a sister group of our evil corproation.In these events the possibility of killing people is higher, but we will ensure to give sufficient roleplay before anything of that happens. We are of the belief that you can add to someone's story without killing them. Depending on the RP situation, killing may be acceptable. Thank you to all the settlements who’ve been working with us, and we hope to give more opportunities in the coming future. Credit to: @greisnfor helping out with the post! Please contact me on discord for more information: petsch2k

"Un dia dedicado a los muertos. . ." Deadmund looked to his undead levy men "Tenemos que ir. . ."

@femurlordmake the Arch-Lich romanceable It's for character growth

TO STANISLAW B. WESTERWALD To the soon-to-be dead Pontifical Chamberlain, Stanislaw Bishop Westerwald. It seems your journey of enlightenment hasn't ended yet since you wish to court with the dead. What you speak is falsehood Chamberlain, I only seek to only enlighten the realm of man of the truth. Order is Tyranny, peace is complacence. In Chaos awaits the truest freedom. Pandæmonium is the home of liberty. You have no need to go in search for me. I know where you are Bishop. I know where you call home. You will find me at your doorstep soon enough. I am coming for you. I read you ask for a fair challenge and I shall give you one, no undead would ever let the opportunity pass to feed on the living. No remains shall be found once I am done with you. The Ivory Lord's name shall not be stained.

[!] As the darkstalker makes the tenacious Shugo kneel after exchanging blows for a few moments "You are strong child, but I am beyond strength"

Sigismund von Theonus would yell "YEEEESSSS, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. AAAAAAAAAAAAA"

[!] A decrepit skeletal hand would grab onto the Parchment "Oh? A worshiper of the Black God?. It seems there are still more out there wanting to spread HIS name. Ich shall send out another recruitment missive soon."

[!] Skeletal hands would rub together finding an opportunity to spread his Lord's name throughout the lands of the Common Wealth. "NYEK NYEK NYEK, ICH AM A GENIUS!"

[!] In the dark corner of a cavern an undead would seemingly watched the horde of undead below. It gripped the parchment. "NYEK NYEK NYEK!" it let out a sinister laugh.

Sigismund von Theonus became increasingly worried about the Mayor's psychological state of mind.

In the depths of a deep cavern, the sound of an undead horde and infernal creatures alike roared. Deadmund would be sitting on a small cliff overseeing the ranks of monsters. It looked up towards his Lord, before reading the parchment. "Fools. There shall be no peace."

[!] A decrepit skeletal hand would grasp at the parchment "Wulrin. . ." [!] The sound of plate armor echoed throughout the caverns "My Lord. It is time to plan a siege."

[!] A decrepit rotten skeletal hand held a parchment "A haunting it shall be. . ."

A LETTER TO THE QUEEN 14th of Kain's Wrath In the year of The Dark Lord, 1944 To Renild I of the Petra @tilly, Today we have bestowed upon your kin a gift. A gift that will last for 2 years. Do not be afraid, the child, if she has the will to live, will not die. We, The Coven, believe that she is a vessel, she has been marked for capture. If it was not for the knights that followed in pursuit, she would have been presented to Our Lord. In due time. . .she will be in our possession again. We hope you enjoy the gift bestowed upon her. Death is coming for you and your family, your majesty. All shall give their life to the Dark Lord. Everyday we grow stronger, do not be foolish to believe that it is only undead that join our ranks. Your own people harbor hatred towards the Garmount throne. Some seek to see the Commonwealth burn. We shall arm them with the tools necessary to do so. In due time, Petra will burn. In due time Petra will be ours. [OOC] Thank you again for everyone who participated in this small event. It was really fun and went super smooth! Some screenshots of the fight bellow! FIRST NAVAL BOAT BATTLE! @Zaerie @Deets @Tremerus @Destructokeith @ColdestPepsi @Clearon @greisn @Greehn