Spellblades

Aelyn stared at the missive for a few seconds before crumpling it up and aiming for a trashcan across the room, missing horribly "Seriously..?" Either a statement towards the surrender or his missed shot, who knows?

I LOVE PIRATES!

Aelyn Greye scanned over the missive, and a happy expression found the Mali'ker's face for once in his life, seeing his Uncle's path towards Penance as he worked towards his own.

Aelyn Industrias Greye, the new Voice of the Blood, got the missive as he was sitting on the roof of Ildon's keep. How did he get up there? Who Knows. "I get a library!" he shouted excitedly

Blood was all he wanted that day, a plan was set and triggered within a few minutes, as he and a loyal friend sprang into action. "I, Aelyn Greye, on behalf of both Houses Greye and Grisblood, sentence you to death." A bold move it was to execute someone without confirmation from any higher authority in his own house, but if he wasn't going to do so, who would? A missive arrived for the Greye, a bird knocking on his bedroom window. The Mali'ker retrieved the missive before scanning over it frantically, a confused look in his eyes "I didn't know the undead could write? Eh, whatever." The Eminent's eye glowed with a furious storm of mana before it calmed for but a moment. "I suppose I won't hunt her down again, living with the shame of what she has done is enough."

"So it's all falling apart, huh?" Aelyn Greye muttered after reading the missive sent out by the Knight that was supposed to train him back in Beleth. "As expected... Maybe I'll visit him one of these days." The Soldier's Atronach eye rapidly blinked a few times out of pure rage before coming to a halt. "As I said, Aedric, I shall avenge you in the next hundred years or the next." the 'ker said to the wind.

Aelyn had been there that night, he remembered it so vividly that it replayed in his mind constantly to the point where it gave him piercing headaches in the dead of night. His wrist still burned with pain even if there was no longer a wound, only a scar to remind him of his failure. "GET OFF OF ME!" He remembered screaming at the two soldiers attempting to kill him. It was one of the first times in recent years that the 'ker had felt genuine fear. He embarked on this journey to become a Mage to protect those he loved, but what good did these powers serve if he kept failing at it? "We both did all we could, Aelyn. She made her choice. It was not your fault." Aedric's words rang in his mind constantly after his mother's death; he had been there to support him through it more than most. "But it is my fault..." Aelyn muttered to himself "I'm sorry, Uncle, but you can't convince me that it wasn't."

Arc-Ser Aelyn Greye received the missive from his home in Ildon, an owl pecking at his window as he got up to let it in. Taking the note, the Mali'ker's usually calm face turned into one of pure joy, a grin plastered across his face. Hearing of Peter's and all of Beleth's downfall was the happiest Aelyn had ever been "GOD truly is good."

I LOVE VOIDAL MAGIC!

Ser Leif had a habit of annoying Damien when he was alive, even sometimes helping the man when needed. The Whitewood looked down from the skies at the man's execution, offering a prayer "Rest well."

Aelyn sat in his room in Ildon when an owl knocked on his window. The 'ker stepped closer to it, going to retrieve the missive "What's this..?" he muttered before reading the contents "**** YEAH!"

Ser Leif's jaw drops in shock from the skies "Literally how?"

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Blood dripped down Aelyn’s fist as he stood in front of a shattered mirror, 2 letters sitting idly on his bed next to him - a constant reminder of what he couldn’t protect. “I want to learn this art to protect my family!” a voice echoed in his head, a distant memory at this point, one he had almost forgotten. “You want to be a wizard, do you, Aelyn?” his mother’s voice repeated to him. He always wanted to be one, the ‘ker had read countless stories of wizards protecting the world from evils beyond what his childish mind could comprehend at that age. As he got older and dug deeper into the voidal arts, he found that it wasn’t all great; people would still look at him that way. He was used to it, but it still hurt at the same time. First, it was his mother, his uncle, and then a close family member. All in such a short time. Aelyn glanced over to the two letters sitting on his bed, walking over to them as he read the last words he would ever get from Alexandria. The Maehr had already accepted that there was nothing he could do, but he still found himself reading it over frantically from time to time “It doesn’t matter how I’m remembered. Just don’t party too hard and join me up here before your time.” A slight laugh escaped the Mali’ker’s lips as he finished reading it over for what seemed to be the millionth time. “God, I’m pathetic.” he’d say to himself before stashing both letters away in a nearby desk. Walking over to his bed, he took a seat and started to contemplate the past few years. A sadness dragged itself across his mind like a sharp blade. Aelyn recalled when he thought that becoming a mage would give him the power necessary to protect those he loves, but time had only shattered that facade. He found himself back where he was standing a few months ago, looking up at the one known as Magister Iudas, deciding what his Penance would be. The ‘ker stood alongside his Uncle Aurus. “You both shall swear by the Citrine Creed.” What choice did he have? So he swore it, maybe this was what he deserved. Aelyn snapped back to reality. Apparently, quite a few hours had passed, as he heard crickets outside. Pale moonlight shone through his window as he passed by it, heading to the roof of Ildon’s keep to get some fresh air. The Maehr stared up at the moon as he, for once, did not pray to Luara. He questioned if it was even worth it; nothing he had ever prayed for ever came true anyway. Aelyn connected to the void as he summoned a small orb of light to help him see through the blinding darkness. Darkness was all he knew these days. What was the point of having these great abilities if he always managed to fail at the one thing he sought to do? A question he asked himself all the time “I never wanted to learn how to fight, but… that did net last long.” A familiar voice from the day prior rang through his mind. He never did want to learn violence either; his childhood made sure that wish never came true. He still remembered being tackled by guards in the Imperial Crownlands as a child while other kids got off scot-free “What did I do?” He remembered asking his Uncle after the incident. “I do net know…” he responded solemnly Aelyn stared up at the moon as he made a decision, probably one that his family and friends would try to talk him out of. If he were to protect those he loved, he would have to become a Weapon, not a person. Attachment clearly wasn’t working for him, so he would keep them at arm's length so he could focus on his duty. “Forgive me.”

Aelyn Greye sat upon the roof of the O'Rourke's keep. How did he get up there? Who knows. As the missive was delivered to him via owl, a grin appeared on the Mali'ker's face "Maybe things will start to go back to normal."

Aelyn Greye stood in the roaring crowd at the execution of Simon Peter, a slight smile found the 'ker as he watched Yelizaveta pull the rope, killing the Heir. Blood splattered across the ground, the Eminent's newfound powers going haywire for a moment before the erratic visions stopped upon the bloodshed's end as if the death satisfied the mana surrounding his irises. "I hope you're watching, Uncle."

Somewhere in the desert stood a Maehr dedicated to Luara, but something stirred in him as the missive arrived. He decided to commit one sin. Praying to the GOD Aedric worshipped for his safe passage to the seven skies.

A bird landed on Aelyn's shoulder as he sat, reading in a tavern. "What's this..?" The Maehr asked as he opened and read the contents of the missive "Shameful."

A certain Veil Knight received the missive from... somewhere? Soon, he looked it over with a heavy heart. The last few months had almost driven the Maehr to extremes, so he made a decision. "I should probably check on him, huh.."

Hello! Ten years is quite the feat, I've already experienced so much in ONE. I couldn't imagine 10 Favorite Nation ever?

Aelyn Greye, a now Knight of the Veil, scanned over the missive with a disgusted look "Dishonorable scum."