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Victor stepped back into Numendil with an arrow through his shoulder. The bowie seemed in good spirits, the arrow straight through was a good sign that he'd likely recover fine and quickly with few complications. He sat, allowing his compatriots and medics to treat the wound, as someone walked over with a small bag, handing out letters to the wounded.

Victor bit onto the edge of the letter and tore it, with his teeth, savagely. With a loud patooh, the graceless ranger pinched the envelope with his free, uninjured left hand, and was able to coax the paper out. His eyes narrowed as he looked over the letter, scanning it, and drinking in the words as they flowed from the page to his eyes.

"Holy shit, I dinnae know t'at Lavanya an' Xander were gettin' married?!" 

The bowie thought back quietly on his time with the duo. In hindsight, they were pretty close: inseparable even. Though he thought the two were just good friends, evidently. He grabbed a cigarette loosely and brought it to his mouth, letting it hang unlit, chewing it over... I have a lot to learn about courtship still, he thought, as his mind settled back into the bustle of triage around the infirmary. 

Victor tucked at his sword-belt idly as he read the letter, but his eyes narrowed with a deep-stirred, parental anger.

"Aye. Ravenswood indeed."

He'd say with a spit. The Ranger would make sure to travel East-ward, and North, and keep his eyes peeled for manlets like himself.

Mc Name: IlumTarus

Rp Name: Edgar Allan Tarus

Profession(If any): None to speak off.

Race: Adunian.

Why do you wish to join: I wish to remove the Orenian cancer from this plane.

Skype: IlumTarus

((MC Name))

[ilumTarus]

Signature: Edgar Allen Tarus.

Dranan Elendil X 

Kayrin Elendil

 

 

Vaerus nods to Rymeul

 

"It is good to see more people see it."

 

Wanders on up behind Vaerus.

"Somethin' about a meetin?"

The Ranger evidently hears of said house through rumour and street-whispers, taking it upon himself to inspect the home.

Unaware as to who the target actually was, he raises his brow beneath the cold, steel mask clasped upon his weary face. He huffs to himself indifferently as he inspects the scene, parting his lips for a moment before muttering to himself bluntly.

"Well then..."

Edgar passes by the home. He reads the words.

"We know of you Ranger. The House of the Exile". 

That could only mean a handful of people. It might be worth it to see whose house it is...

I look forward to tormenting this information out of a servant of evil.

(( While its not my say, those terms are much better. I wish I could go is all. :/

Nods his head in affirmation of Quavinir's words, agreeing with the man, finding him well spoken even with his dialect.  Edgar raises his voice.

"If ye' want te' better Malinor, work with it, don't beat it bloody.  Yer' jabbin' a stake in a bloody-hearted nation an' its not goin' to end well, even if ye' get yer "justice". I don't think this 'as anything te' do with justice though. I ain't seen Eleron with anythin' but a smile and fondness towards es' people, an' I think eh' regards em as fondly as he can. I ain't got no reason to think some gold-lad man waltzin' bout with guards feels the same."

(( Marb had told me in RP, and I am under the impression that since I was told IC by him, it will stand as IC. If you wish to report him for Metagaming, feel free too.

However, stalking around, then demanding people to reveal themselves, then counting PVP on us is the sign of a raid bro.))

 

 

 

Elrolas stands, waving of citizens of the Conclave with security concerns before turning around, and brushing himself off as the Duke approaches. At first, his face turns slightly stern as he bends his legs and attempts to look the hood, but his cold emotion lightens up to a smile, then standing straight and offering out hand.

"Good to see you, Duke Vectis, a lot has changed since our last meeting!" He says. "What honours me with your presence today, friend?"

((We knew it was Lumi'drim from certain spies, and the fact that we were going to be raided that day in that time expanse. 

As well as this, walking into a city and demanding that their citizens reveal themselves as traitors constitutes as a raid. Otherwise we could walk into Malinor city with 20 people and declare it 'Scouting' too.))

 

(( One, I told Marb OOCly and I hadn't posted it anywhere else so I can tell you that'd be metagame. Your spies weren't playing properly because I hadn't told /anyone/ in-character that but a personal friend who wasn't a Lumi'drin.

Second, me and Vaereroes (two people) were scouting your compound for a long time. We finally got close enough to see some people followed you for a bit, got caught by Corvo and tried to identify him. We were going to flee either way, but, four of you came, so we disengaged even quicker. No one died. No property was damaged. No one was identified, not even me or Vaerus. 

Lastly, eight people is also the raid max. Two people is hardly a raid alone.

"But what about the Adunians? They are mistreated as humans here" Konrad keeps inquiring

Edgar looks over to Konrad,

"We're doin' fine as we can 'ere. Ain't no point in fightin' the government 'ere. I know mah' sword to the defense o' Malinor, few of us'll stand by me, but we ain't gonna rebel 'ere. We gotta bad enough reputation fer' bein' unruly rebellious savages."

((I hear word that this may change the warclaim. Malinorian soldiers raided us today. I have screenies if needed.))

(( Actually, two Adunians did... I have screenshots too. I also specified to you that we were scouting.

((OOC))

MC Name: IlumTarus

Timezone: Us Est.
 

((IC))

Name: Jameson Frost

Race: Adunian

I thought this was gonna be like mean girls where we right a board about people in Anthos and make comments about them

 

"I heard Adam_Barnett has cooties"

It is.

I heard Dr_Dovahkiin smells like the docks.

((My bad, spelling mistake XD))

Snaps his fingers.

"Thirty-two hundred on the Conqueror's Mark."

"3100 minas for the Conqueror's mask."

Hurriedly goes over to put a notice over the bid, but then reads it, and chuckles.

"I didn't bid on the Conqueror's Mask!"

"Three thousand for the Conqueror's Mark."

"2600 minas on Conqueror's mark."

"Twenty seven hundred for the Conqueror's Mark."

"Twenty five hundred, Conqueror's Mark."

"2100 on the conqueror's mark"

"Twenty-three hundred on the Conqueror's Mark."

"1700 on the Blooming Flower and The Conqueror's Mark."

Edgar stands up and tacks on another note.

"Two-thousand for the Conqueror's Mark."

Edgar rises up and tacks on a note,

"Seventy hundred and fifty for the Conqueror's Mark."

While I think that is a great villain, some villains get in your face, slap your milk out of your hand, give you a wedgie, then torch your home.

It's just about how you go about doing all of that.

The first spark of warmth had been sparked somewhere in his cold, skeletal-body. His eyes burned with the familiar blue energy in the pits of his eyes but he kept his head low and listened to the people chatter in Malinor. It was the only way Eze'kiel Tarus could know what was going on in the world... not as though he could just ask someone brazenly in day light. But his head turned up as he heard it.

"The Tree Lord is dead."

He was frozen where he was. Certainly, he was still before, but now he couldn't move at all. His frosty blue eyes swirled in his head in contemplation. 

If I were still dead- I would be with my brother too.

He couldn't express or show remorse. He was revived with the mission etched to his soul, to kill the living, strike fear into the enemies of the necromancers. He couldn't show anything but delight in his mission furthered.

In his soul it was another tally mark for the friends and family robbed from him.