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Ser Aviel, the Grand Knight of the Grand Order of Beleth, read over the campaign charter of one Celia’dant Ana’halrae. Reading over its contents as carefully as those campaigns he read prior. “Not as simply-written as Mister Vidimar’s campaign, but clearly comes from the heart.” He hummed, then the bottom of the missive would mention the city being the ‘highest seat of knight training’. The Seawolf clicked his tongue, which reverberated softly through his office. “I do ‘ope that I will be involved in the talks an’ oversight o’ this trainin’. All knightly orders o’ Beleth ‘re under the purview o’ the Grand Order an’ m’self.” With such musings done, Ser Aviel filed the campaign away with the others he had read and collected. Thereafter, he would procure a fresh length of parchment to write to Celia’dant.

"The Peace of both Aos and Eos hath been jeopardized, Iblees itself has corrupted the very Words of the the World themselves. It is imperative that Descendentkind must stand for what it believes in, I shall stand with them." Monk D'jett declared before raising a blade that has never been risen before. IGN: Digit PERSONA: Monk D'jett

“Simple an’ t’ the point, especially fer what concerns the role.” The Grand Knight of Beleth mused. “If Anatis doesn’ vote for you, maybe I’ve a place fer ye once things ‘re built up.” Thus Ser Aviel would file the campaign missive away next to Vidimar’s.

Ser Aviel read over the missive with quite the puzzled look. “Fer as close as they were, it’s strange ‘ow Lady Cesia’s not mentioned even once in ‘er own husband’s will.” ‘The Arbiter’ would thus carefully look over the document, that ocean-hued gaze traced each letter and saw the name of the executor of the will and the signature at its footer. “It’s been some time since he died, this should’ve come out sooner… Unless.” He mulled over his thoughts before rising from the desk and walking out of his office.

From his knightly office in the Belethian Capital of Southspire, Ser Aviel would read the campaign of one Mister Vidimar. His azure gaze scanned the parchment not just once or twice, but thrice over. “Surely, wit’ a mann like this, folks would vote for him an’ his allies, should they be like-minded.” He hummed before the opposing ends of his lip curled into a thoughtful grin. “If not, I mus’ reach out once m’ dominion’s landed ‘r I should get a drink wit’ these men t’ judge their character.” — “Such talent would rust from the neglect after all.” The dormant Reinmaren heritage within the Helfgott’s blood would make itself known with that last musing.

Ser Aviel smiled seeing the missive, the old system of Dumacracy he had read about still lives. A flame-hued brow would quirk seeing the age of eligibility. "Kids shouldn' be focusin' on governance. Go 'ave fun, roll in the dirt a bit, maybe go look fer shells on the shoreline! Ye're only a kid fer so long." The Helfgott Patriarch sighed before as his azure gaze panned over to his two sons playing; then down to his infant daughter, whom was asleep and nestled in his arms. With that, he smiled the Sun's Smile and let his worries melt away, even for just a few moments.

The Grand Knight of Beleth, Ser Aviel, would sign off on the documents as a witness to this document's creation and the one that accompanied it. "Ave Belethia Indivisum." Spoke the Helfgott, sharing a smile to the Crown Prince and the Baroness of Perduran.

The Grand Knight of Beleth, Ser Aviel, would sign off on the documents as a witness to this document's creation and the one that accompanied it. "Ave Belethia Indivisum." Spoke the Helfgott, sharing a smile to the Crown Prince and the Baroness of Perduran.

This is absolutely peak, this also works well with the fact that we have an alchemical cure for Corcs. Alchemists on top! The art is absolutely beautiful as always, Winter! +1

Not a Necro or Ghoul player, but I feel like this would be a great way to ease folks into roleplay involving Dark CAs and MAs. Would def make a Ghoul CA if this was to be passed. +1 I agree wholeheartedly with this.

‘They will remain in their city, but will that be enough to satisfy them?’ Ser Aviel thought deeply to himself, his hand grasping at the hilt of a sword he will not draw, for the Oath of the Lightbringer must be kept if done. “Ave, Belethia.” The Grand Knight drawled audibly, thinking of what would be the nation’s next moves.

Having been present for the events of the last Saint’s Day and hearing of what was transpiring within Anatis, Ser Aviel was relieved that the Royal Household has made its statement. Perhaps this will cool the rising tension within the city. . . Otherwise, the Seawolf had his own plans going on in the background for those rebellious against the Belethian Throne. “Ave, Belethia.” Spoke the Grand Knight of Beleth and Grand Companion of the Star.

A young son of the Phoenixspire, Gilles Therin, would read the missive as it was announced at the NGS meeting! The Sun's Smile would permeate his features as he thought of all that will be possible within the new headquarters!

Ser Aviel, ‘The Flamehound’ and ‘The Just’, read over the missive in his office, the oathbound blade used for the execution resting within its sheathe laid not too far from him against another chair. “The peace of the realm is troubled wit’ ‘r wit’out Brother Aedric, his fam’ly thought ‘emselves entitled t’ not jus’ two duchies, but a pointless, empty throne that was dissolved along wit’ the Eastern Throne for the true Belethian Throne t’ rise.” The Knight mused to himself before rising from his desk and laying his darkened steel helm atop his head. “Ave, Belethia.”

Aviel, whose wife grew up within the settlement of the remnant Haeseni, read the missive. His heart ached for the diasporic Crows that would soon fly from the snow-covered fort-city; soon he found himself going to speak to his wife, Selyne (@Parasolii), and give her the tragic news and to think of ways to help the people of her homeland.

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A man with flame-hued hair read the Xannic missive within his office, scanning over it twice afterwards with azure eyes. ”Perhaps if the Rex hasn’ gotten to ‘er first, we can perform our own independent testin’ t’ confirm the Paladins’ report, aye?” He asked to his attendants and others that were around him as he laid the parchment upon his desk.

Aviel continued to go about his day, having not received a letter from Nerium. Pondering at his paperwork-cluttered desk on how the elven holy man was.

A certain redhead would be stirred from a nap at his desk by a servant. After rubbing his eyes awake, Aviel would procure his small reader’s glasses and prop them onto the bridge of his nose to read the contents of the missive he was handed. “At least the trips t’ see m’ in-laws wouldn’ take as long anymore.” The ginger jested with the servant.

"Most interestin'." Thought a man as he sat at his desk, a lock of his own ginger hair idly being spun around his finger as he read. "Got it worst off than m' Basileus frien's." He hummed before filing the missive away.

The Count of Nautica would, within the confines his office, read over the missive carefully; a detailed eye upon the words. Although he was not the most decorated, he held a couple of dynastic titles for his House. ”I wonder if Peter knows about this.” The Helfgott mused to himself, having learned decades ago how His Royal Majesty operated his holdings. Thereafter, he would rise to file the edict away into his filing drawer before enjoying time with his young family.

"THAT'S M' WIFE!" The Count of Nautica, Ser Aviel, exclaimed to the Belethians around himself after he read of the courtly appointments; a large, proud smile resting upon his visage.

“A respectable, bright young mann. Peter ‘as done well wit’ yer education.” Mused the Knight-Solaris of the Grand Order of Beleth over the edict, scanning it thrice. With such a summons, ‘The Flamehound’ rose from his desk to don his armor and prepare a rucksack for the journey to meet with the Crown Prince and a much-needed hunt the day after. He gave a kiss to his wife and young son before setting off on his journey.