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Drelik

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  1. A letter arrives to Baile of House Green, it is sealed with the sigil of the Flayed Man of House Blackmont

     

    "Lord Codrik Green, Lord of Baile and the animals of House Green. I give you until the full moon to order all of your bannermen to resign and join the Lion Knights, Shields, or other national defense forces, aswell as you will pay the Houses in whos blood you've split 75% of your Houses wealth, and you will submit the Green Lands outside of your city walls to Lord Siegmund Carrion."

     

    ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

     

    "Failure to Comply, on the night of the first moon I will gather the garrison of the Dreadfort to march against House Green in an official declaration of warfare, aswell as any Green Bannermen found resisting will be arrested and sentenced to death by Live Flaying."

     

                                                                                                                                - Ser Captain Drelik Letholdus of House Blackmont

  2. ~Elsewhere, on the coast of the southern crownlands, a cool chilling breeze rolls through the Dreadfort.~

    ~ The skin comes to contact with Ser Drelik Letholdus' skin, making him shiver and turn over in his matress.~

  3. Q. What will happen with PvP? Will it be default?

     

    A. This is an RP server, and not a PvP or factions server. People will always try to argue that RP fighting has powergaming, but if this happens to be the case then you should report the player in question. This has been discussed for a very long time, and what it comes down to is that everyone will have a different opinion on which system is best. In the end we are a roleplay server and not a PvP server.

     

    Can we atleast get a public poll? An old poll shows 75% of the server is pro pvp, wouldn't be too fair to shut them out without a poll atleast, or meeting halfway.

  4. Drelik slowly decends into the Dungeon of the Dreadfort, a figure is seen struggling with a bag over his head, chained to a verticle flaying table, rough bruise marks, a ripped Teutonic Order tabard, and various pieces of flesh and skin litter the floor around him.

     

    Drelik places his hand on his head, pulling the bag off, he then narrows his eyes towards the captured Teuton, reaching into his bag, pulling out a piece of the Hochmeisters skin, throwing it to his face

     

    "Wipe yourself off."

     

    He then gazes his attention around, sighing angrily

     

    "We'll need to expand this chamber, It won't be big enough to house all of your scum, once we are done destroying them."

  5. Ser Drelik Letholdus looks down in the pit, his eyes fluttering quickly and his face stricken with pain, and shock, his hand shaking rapidly, he touched his face, to see if his facial features were all still present, as he glided across his face, he felt a inward bump, indicating a gash across his face, removing his hands from his bloodied face, his gauntlent had drowned in blood, as he mutters for Man At Arms, Han, to assist him.

     

    He lies against the wall slumped, his eyes blinking more slowly now, dead focused on something in the distance, as his wounds were dressed.

  6. The Halls of the Dreadfort, lit with the fires of various torches and fireplace warm the dark halls, as you walk through, you feel an unfamiliar chill run through your spine, as feint screams are heard echoing from the dungeon, laughter, from the mead hall, and the clanking of armor from the barracks.

     

    As the four men enter the mead hall of the Dreadfort, an iron plate, with a slab of half eaten pork and a dish of exquisite antipasta, scruffled, his bandana still strapped to his face, unsure of how the food is getting into his mouth, to his left, is a golden glass of wine. He looks up, grunting, and snorting as the four men approach.

     

    He rolls his eyes, looking up, his face having grown a bit more old and wrinkled, minus the effort of the tatooes, his hair, a few strains having turned grey from the stress of work.

     

    "Plenty o' mead to go around, spoil yerselves!" he says at this men at arms.

     

    Drelik then reads the expression on the mens faces, sighing, and looking at his belt for a means of defending himself, he grips a hold of his dagger, as the men leap ontop of him, forcing him down to the ground.

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