Spellblades

The letter arrived late at night, an owl perched on his windowsill as it extended the letter to Vesryn. Shortly after the letter reached his hand, he felt a sharp pain in his finger. The side of the paper cut a small wound. "By the Light.." he'd sigh as he washed the wound in a nearby water basin, the missive set on the counter out of sight. The Mali'ker opened the letter as a list of bounties sat before him, rage began to build in his voice as he teleported his armament to himself, hanging it on a nearby display. "I should've killed you when I had the chance, Lorandil." The Spellblade murmured as he went to protect, as duty demanded.

Eloir Drakon watched from the afterlife as 'Fenn banners were placed across The Witch Kingdom's borders "About damn time."

A Mali'ker glanced up at the moon, something he hadn't done in ages, as he saw two stars vanish from the night's sky. "Go in Peace."

Vesryn of Caurost, Clanless, signs this settlement's charter. (IGN: Spellblades)

Polite can read?

xDisarray? He's pretty cool!

Vesryn sat in his home, several broken bones and gashes along his upper body from a previous conflict. Darkspawn truly knew how to go for the throat when it counted. A raven knocked on his window, the Mali'ker knew what that meant more than most as he got up to take the missive from the bird. Memories rushed through his mind at the news of the Emperor's death, the constant fighting that plagued his younger years, fighting in a war he never wanted any part in. A familiar conversation came back to him, suddenly. His mentor often asked him this question "Who do you wish to help, with the power I have given you?" Vesryn always responded, "Everyone, I don't care for their allegiance as long as I have the power to do so." "Maybe... things can start to get better." he'd mutter to himself. Was it one of the lies he always told himself? Most likely, but it was one he was willing to believe for a time.

Somewhere in the afterlife, A Fenn watched proudly as the Ivae'fenn prevailed. "Great work."

Eloir remembered the day he started training, looking over at his younger brother with a hopeful expression in his eyes. It was a hard time for them both after learning of their mother's passing, but at least they had each other. The memory was so vivid to the young Fenn as he sat meditating in his cabin, his own personal grave. "What happened to my parents?" He asked Emaelia as they sat by a warm fire after Eloir's trial "...I don't know, young one." She answered. Eloir didn't push the topic further; he knew better than to upset the Archon. The Once-Archon of Drakon had lost his faith several times over the years, so much so that he didn't wish to face his kin and took to a cowardly way and ran so far that he couldn't recognize the roads he had travelled "I'm handing back the title, I'm sorry. I'm not like you, Emaelia." He said solemnly as he ripped off the cloak that had once been given to him and unsheathed the Thanic Glaive that was once his before he ran off into the wilderness, he wished to be alone more than anything else. Eloir raised his two children the best he could, teaching them to hunt, fight, but most importantly of all... Survive. Offering the parental guidance he once wished so desperately for. Although he knew that his time drew near, he tried to enjoy it while he could, as sickness spread through his veins. There were so many things he wished to do still, but he would leave that to his children to enjoy. The Alchemist walked through the woodlands, quartz white snow covering all that his eyes could see, as a pain shot through his entire body like the fire he used to forge with. He was hunting, one last time, as he knew his time drew near. He stopped to kneel as he caught sight of some large tracks heading further to the Northern part of the forest. They were fresh as the metallic scent of blood coated the air. Eloir picked up the pace as he coughed his way down the hillside, eventually coming face to face with a large creature, devouring a deer. It turned to look at him with a killing intent in its eyes, roaring as it spotted new prey. The Drakon readied his spear as he wished for one last challenge. A few hours later, blood coated the once white snow as the Fenn dragged himself away from the fight, not even caring to take the pelt. He pinned his spear's shaft into the ground as he tied his once-beloved jacket onto it with some rope. It had outgrown him for quite some time now, but it was the last thing his father had gifted to him before he disappeared. Eloir finally stopped on top of a nearby rock as he fell into a deep slumber. He would not let sickness take him, but he would let his injuries take him as he fell into a deep slumber, one he would never wake from again. Letters were scattered across Azuras to family, friends, or anyone Eloir deemed important to write to To Emaelia Drakon @Wyrvun To my children, Rina and Calthor Drakon. To Yelizaveta. To Njall. To Isilmelire. To Vanessa. OOC

Ser Leif Whitewood glanced down at the conquered Azuras from the seven skies, remembering when he was just a boy and living in the Kingdom of Balian. The world felt so small then. "Why do we have to leave? I want to stay here!" he protested back when he didn't understand the motive behind his Father's exile and The Holy League's advance. "May everyone find peace, at last." he muttered ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vesryn was reading in the Sunlit Sanctum when a Crow landed on his shoulder to deliver the missive. The Initiate put down his book as he set it to the side. Reading over it, the text almost didn't feel real as memories flashed through his mind like a flash potion. "Maybe peace can be a lasting thing for once. I'm so tired of fighting."

Vesryn got the missive while he was on watch, an eagle landing on his shoulder as it handed the parchment to him. He walked next to the light of a nearby torch so that he could read over it in the darkness before his eyes widened. A social gathering!? What a nightmare. "Do I want to attend this?" he'd ask himself

Vesryn sat upon the walls of Caras Siol, an idle hum coming from the Ythaen as he read over the missive. "Finally." he'd say under his breath as he held the Sunlit Covenant's banner high

Vesryn received the missive as a crow pecked at his window "What, what.." he'd mutter in the early hours of the morning before he took the missive and read it, still rubbing his eyes "Oh, so it was something important."

WE are sliding for Bimble

A Mali'ker received the missive from a friend, looking it over from a clinic bed as he recovered from a fight beforehand. "Be safe, please." Vesryn bid to nobody in particular.

Hello, Bones! It's been great roleplaying with you. 1. What is your favorite magic, and what would you want to see added to said magic? 2. Which nation did you enjoy roleplaying in the most? 3. Pancakes or Waffles

Ser Leif Whitewood starts jumping for joy from the skies.

Memories flashed through Aelyn's mind upon receiving the missive; the blood most of all clouded his mind. He grew up in Lotharia when he was younger. It was a haven away from the torment he constantly faced in the Empire. When he was told of the original coup, he followed out of sure obligation. In Truth he never wished harm upon those of the ruling house. "What's this?" Aelyn said as a bird landed on his shoulder, handing him the missive that ended it all. "May everyone involved find peace under GOD's Light," The Elendari muttered, turning to prayer.

Aelyn Greye was wandering around Caras Siol when he recognized a familiar name listed on a nearby missive, someone he'd talked with a singular time. She was nice to the 'ker during their brief interaction, but didn't seem like the fighting type. Much to his shock, he stared at the missive for a few more seconds before he said "What?"

Aelyn Greye was reading in Alduun's library when the missive arrived, the bird piercing the side of his head to bring his unbroken focus away from his book. "Ow you-" he paused, taking the note from the bird before shooing it off "About time." the Mali'ker smiled

If they knew that I made them, I'm COOKED

Aelyn Greye got the letter passed to him after a VERY chaotic day "I'm adopted, do I count towards this? I don't even know who this is."

Eloir Drakon opened his eyes suddenly in the late hours of the night, the cabin he had built himself out in the Tundra shaking as the snowstorm outside raged. He knew that his time was near, but when? He often asked himself through the years why he'd served Wyrvun for so long. He still didn't know the answer as his eyes closed once more, falling into a deep meditation.

My last character backflipped over a Holy artifact in the Empire and got arrested on his wedding day, very fun time

Aelyn Greye was having a good day, a great day even, but then... The Missive arrived. "What the actual ****?"