Destructokeith

Artel polishes a circlet he has set on display in his lab "ah, ein perfect time to give Aurel this" the old man smiles as he places it into a hand carved box before closing it "now to find something nice to wear" he glances at the invite list, then to his every loyal Detlef "ich dont think du will be very welcome boy" he says as he tosses a damaged mina at the bone doll, the wolfs jaws snapping around its favorite toy

Far to the north in a small camp Otto II sees that his fearless leader has sent for aid, he turns to the rest of his company "help is on the way boys, soon enough we shall deal with this problem once and for all"

Artel climbs from his study after hearing the news, he walks out the front gate and looks across the river, humming some as he thinks of what is to come "ich trust Cat to nicht let this end poorly" he turns the golden ring on his hand once before nodding and chuckling some "ich should go bother Atticus, gotts know he will nicht be able to rest for ein few years now" @Hom

Artel was stood atop the new gatehouse of his home when word reached him, the aging man nods and thanks the messenger before turning his eyes towards Aaun, they linger there for a time as he thinks of his brother in arms, now at rest "ich would nicht stand here today if du had nicht come to our aid in der Frankish war so long ago" he says into the wind "enjoy ihr peace in der skies und say hallo to Isa for us", With a final dip of his head he turns to find his wife, knowing she will need him in these times.

Deep in his study Artel takes the missive in hand "best of luck to all of them" the man says as he moves a token from the heartlands to the far south of his map. "und now we wait to see what happens next" he says calmly to the many watching eyes of his creations before turning and leaving the study once more.

Artel pauses as the news reaches him, the man lowers his head in thought for some time before lifting it to the skies, a brother in arms lost too soon. the man would neatly fold a blue cloak and resting it on a shelf within the crypt of Vissingren, pulling a lone cigar from his bag, a gift so long ago given to the older man, he rests it next to the cloak and dips his head a final time.

MC Name: Destructokeith Discord: Destructokeith Image: Description of Image: A painting of Artel von Theonus and his living doll Dimensions: 1 wide 2 high

Artel runs around the new hall of Vissingren, the old man has a smile plastered on his face as he slides to a halt before his ever loyal Detlef "ich must find mein best suit! mein little wolf ist to be married!" he shouts with excitement at the doll, who nods his skull in turn simply excited that Artel is excited.

Field Report W Issued and averred by The Flamebringer Reports have been flooding in after the recent reconstruction of our Northern bridge, while it seems most soldiers or well armed citizens and travelers have been left alone, many scholars and merchants have been vanishing or have reported shipments being lost shortly after leaving the city. Scout reports from Bluecloak forces have confirmed that there has been movement seen in the long abandoned keep of Wittenbach. Whatever it is that is causing these problems is not friendly to the People of the Commonwealth, henceforth the following actions will be taken: - The Armed forces of Petra, Under the leadership of Sir Theoderic von Theonus and Marshal August of Abrana, shall lay siege to the keep and drive this Threat from our lands. -Any and all stolen property found within the keep that can be returned to its owners shall be returned, on top of this any dead found within shall be given proper burial. With the war now long in the past it is paramount that we clean up any problems like this that may have arisen within our lands, while this is the first i do doubt it will be the last. Unwavering under the sun Sir Artel “The Flamebringer” von Theonus, Master of Hunt, Local old man

Idris stood atop the tower of Formindon, his cloak billowing in the cold evening winds, his sole eye locked on the traitors walls. How long he stood there he didn't know, hours? days even? his cold glare cut short by a hand placed lovingly on his shoulder by his soon to be wife. "I will get her back, and ill cut through every last one of them if I must" he says to his Fiancée before they turn inside the castle once more.

Artel bows his head "ein shame it has come to this" he drums his steel fingers on the table "his story is far from over" he says aloud to his forge as he looks over the design of a great sword he had made so long ago. with a nod he closes the book and turns towards the gates

"so does this mean that ich wont get put out of ein job? Artel asks as he dons his fishing hat and looks at his every loyal Detlef "come boy! we must find der Reinhold's!"

Artel blinks "und der best medic in Aevos has retired" he shudders then "ich must find mein armour, cant risk getting hurt anymore"