Destructokeith

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"

The Bounty Board With the growing aspirations of the commonwealth and the readiness of her people a public bounty system has been opened to help secure the realm and her lands. These bounties will operate on a “first come, first serve” basis, the details for each bounty will be found within the Fairweather in the Capital city. Hunters will be required to bring their own gear and will be rewarded with payment upon completion of the order, Hunters are also entitled to any trophies they collect in the process. Unwavering under the sun, Sir Artel “The Flamebringer” von Theonus, Local old man

[!] A body is hung on great wooden bridge. A piece of wood in nailed into its chest.

Artel nods as he reads the missive "ah WUNDERBAR he has his mutters spirit" he frames the paper and hangs it in the office of the head steward which he has now broken into.

The Flamebringer watches in awe as his once student levels the castle of his enemies, he looks to his golden rings then back the pure voidal power "ich need ein new ring" he mutters as he watches the molten remains of the castle all night, the city burning to ashes around him.

Artel finds the missive once he returns from Balian, having seen the children safely home even after they declared war on the chicken empire "ich best inform El of this" he chuckles as he sets off to find his wife

Idris wakes up, he blinks a few times "this is getting out of hand, now im seeing that thing in my dreams?" he says to himself as he gets ready to go about his day "first he is fighting something in a fish tank, now he is in my damn dreams" he hangs his sword on his belt and sets out to find his father for answers

Ser Berior smiles wide "oh look at that! she used my fancy name and everything!" he folds the letter neatly and tucks it into his armour, heading out to find a gift for the couple

"how will this effect mein underground marriage business" Artel shakes his head as he hands the letter to his old friends Wilford and Atticus @Hom @mothstheticwith a laugh

Artel takes the letter as the men of his family unload the bag, the wayward son retreats to his forge, opening it the knight reads the letter and tears swell up in his eyes, he takes a moment to collect himself before he turns to exit the safety of his workspace he takes a long walk through the Black Hills "Theonus" he mutters to himself as he walks, without his father that name would mean nothing, the banners that fly on his home and hang from his back would bear no meaning. The aging man walks until a rut is bore into the earth beneath his feet, with a silent nod and a few more tears he turns back to the gate, his fathers body was to be collected from where it lay, a job was to be done.

Artel is places the book on the table in his lab the man smiles "ich hope du find what du are looking for Myrios" he says towards it as if the man could hear him through the book he then sets forth making a copy and making sure it ends up in the hands of Calla

"ein hero, right up until der end" Artel bows his head in a sign of respect to the greatest goblin he had ever known "ich hope du are with Bon"

god speed petsch! i hope to see you around my friend o7

amazing map holy hell

Sir Artel stands in Petra's square the old knight looking out across the city as people cheer and songs are heard, he smiles as the gates are opened once more and people dance without care "und thus, der end peace, ich have done what ich set out to do" he drives his hand and a half sword into the dirt of the square, placing his helm atop it before pulling of pieces of his armour and laying them down at the base of the blade, once he is finished he pulls out a blue jacket, pulling it on his smile gets brighter as he moves off the join his family in the celebrations. "unwavering under the sun"

Artel stands overlooking the ruins of Stassion, the smoke of the ruins of Drusco still rising as well, he turns towards the rallied bluecloaks "This marks der end, they shall make for peace or ve shall wipe them out" he nods firmly, drawing the Heir of the Flame and hoisting it into the sky "UNWAVERING UNDER THE SUN!" he shouts and the call is returned by the force that stands ready for war "for ihr kinder! for der Queen! for all our brothers and sisters lost to Veletz and Adrian hands!"

"oh he mentioned mich!" Artel smiles wide "ein great read, ich shall make sure it ist placed in der library for sure" he stands from the desk in his study and heads off to find a book to place the report in.