Drdobetter

Issued Year 176 of the Second Age. Good people of Lurin! I, Domonic Snowell-Uialben am pleased to announce. That my charity has not been wasted! I have constructed a cave for all you alchemically enabled! With its opening we host a lab for basic alchemy, with more facilities to come! So apply for your permits, This lab is protected, and repaired. By yours truly. Signed Domonic Mik'ael Snowell-Uialben Prince of Lurin

"I mean.. The menus pretty solid." A Waffle Castle employee murmers as he contemplates taking up a third job

Domonic Uialben read over the missive before offering Narithen a thumbs up "Yub, Dis do jus fine.." he then grinned, rubbing his hands together as his maniacal laughter filled the chambers of cerulia "We gun beat some a- bum. We gun beat some bum." he quickly checks the corridors, seeing if his mother was marching up them before grinning even more maliciously "Ass."

A satisfied customer sits, munching away on his Waffle Castle™ breakfast meal. "Oh boy! This has be the best damn breakfast I've ever had!" he turns, facing a nearby passerby "Perhaps you too, Should get yourself a Waffle Castle™ breakfast." he takes another bite, then giving a rather exaggerated thumbs up "That William fella was really cookin." he starts to laugh, the passerby amptly creeped out by the SATISFIED CUSTOMER, enjoying his PREMIUM PRODUCT began to flee.

"Saddest fing bout dis is da canonfolk is jus gon notice what dey wan notice." Little Domonic murmurs to himself as he taps his finger on the missive, right on the 'The Church of the Canon may have abandoned' he grins then as he lifts the overweight chicken from under his arm and onto his head "Yup. Dey gun get salty."

Domonic Uialben, the child of the hour. Was chillin, Maxin, relaxin. Livin it up big with his homies. Truly, there was no one more chill then this young lad at his moment. "Wub da zkaaaahh.." he mutters, as he realises that he has lived, a full decade

Domonic Uialben of Lurin, was out galloping his horse. Enjoying the sights when he saw the sky split "Huh, Seems legit.." he said most wisely before shrugging "Canonists can deal with that shite."

No disrespect, genuine question here. Why do you abbreviate a three letter word? Completely off topic, I know.

Brother Rainier lets out a tired sigh "Spose I ought to teach the lad a lesson. Many will in the coming times, But one more wont hurt."

Brother Rainier of The Order of Saint Jude looks to the missive "Hm.. Sounds pretty gay."

Brother Rainier was stuck in a courtroom. But, was holy asf.

Brother Rainier lets out a sigh "So long as the Pontiff indirectly condemns innocent canonists to die. He is unfit. I am glad to see the church is seeing that as a whole now.."

Brother Rainier wears a big ol grin as he signs up Team name: The Ordermen Team Members: Rainier Ouvrier @Drdobetter Gerard Ouvrier @DancingZebra267 First Choice Team Status/Symbol: Flagged Second Choice Team Status/Symbol: Sailing

Brother Rainier of The Order of Saint Jude spoke a prayer next to a certain mechpreist. Vowing to strike down the evil of Haense. Vowing, that he would not be undone until his task was completed.

Brother Rainier scoffs, his patience tested by the nation led by darkspawn "Article Three will create a political black hole."

Brother Rainier of The Order of Saint Jude skims through the missive, signing the lorraine. "No wonder his daughter in law would not submit to a darkspawn test. The whole family has forsaken their faith. GOD is surely frowning apon such heathens."

The ground trembles as the mighty titan stomps across the mountain, Stone making contact with stone, Snow reduced to water beneath the pressure. He comes to a stop, Beneath a snow blanketed pine tree. A gust of wind, steals the familiar green cloak from around his shoulders, Lost to the gale. He stares to his palm, Contemplating his existence. He stands there for a while, He contemplates life, death, pain. All things he would never truly experience. The construct clenches its fist, the warm green glow of its eyes flickering red. It slams it down onto its torso, Chipping away its stone flesh. Until its core was exposed to the cold of the world. "Hm.." The titan wondered why people made this noise, Surely they did not need to broadcast their thought. As he reached into his chest, Ripping the core from himself, His body fell forward, Crushing the core beneath. Pinebaron, The Guardian, Living mountain, Lived no longer. Left, was rubble. With a broken heart beneath. To the homes of Edvard and Faeryel, Letter were delivered that went as such.

"Oui.." Rainier spoke, His voice filled with confliction "Truly, It should have been her. And not them.. Why might the guilty live, When the innocent.." he pauses, his breathe catching as he signs the lorraine "GOD will be kind to them. I'm sure."

Rainier looks apon the missive, Giving a nod "Thats my brother, Efficient curing." he rips the missive down and pockets it "GOD has no sympathy for the wicked."

Liel's breathe made mist as he trudged through the thick snow, His armour beginning to rust as the frost melted against his flesh. Blood spilling from a wound in his side as the beasts stalked after him, Their own wounds painting a tapestry on the white of the mountain. Liel holds his knife steady as he reached the edge of a cliff. Staring down the pack of ravenous wolfs, Seeking to rend his flesh to feed their young. His breathing heavy, the trained Heskynne hunter murmers "Couldn't give me one..." A pause, as his breathe was cut short. He applied pressure to his wound ".. Peaceful trip could you." he grits his teeth as the first of the wolfs lunges, Being caught by the master hunters blade as he steps to the side, But. He could not avoid the second, As it barreled into him Liel held on tight, As he tumbled down the cliff he took the wolf with him. Letting out a yell as they soared through the air. "HESKYNNE REPRESENT YOU FURRY F-" cut short, As the incredibly determined elf hit the ground. He never was an easy fight.

𝓒𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭. 𝓐𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝔂. 𝓐𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴, 𝓘𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝔂. 𝓐𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽, 𝓘 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝔂. 𝓑𝓾𝓽. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓻𝓮 𝓒𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓵 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓼, 𝓒𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 . 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽, 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝔂. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵, 𝓐𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓸, 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝒟𝒾𝑒. 𝒮𝒸𝓊𝓂.

The large golem stares at the art "Five, no.. six. Six men have died by my hands alone because of that nations mistakes." He wanders into the chamber of fire, where he takes a hold of the hammer lodged in the wall, and rips it from where it sits "It was all worth it to witch Cerucil flee with his tail between his legs."

The titanic golem returns from the battle, Blood splattered across its stone wrought form "Slain by dark magic supporters.. Taken from this world by the scum of this earth." He pushes the giant gates of Hokhmat open as he enters "Retribution will be had. Lanre Cerusil will burn for the sorrow he has brought these people."