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Almost on instinct for no apparent reason the aging and war-torn cleric raises his head from behind a book and quietly mutters out.

"**** that.."

Quite unsure of his actions himself he shook his head and began to think when to send out the invites for the next Baelish reunion.

"The bidding will close in 11 saint hours, get your last bids in!"

"Greetings to all who read this, I have come across in my journey a recipe allowing you to craft a peculiar item. I ask you place your bids below this note with your name should you wish to place a bid for this, by the end of the next saints day the winner will be announced. I ask only for minas or something of equal worth that is rare in nature!"

The bidding starts at 500 mina

- Geric

(( https://gyazo.com/29ba6891a392ff0c53cefc6dca43a101 ))

GOD BLESS

Guck has been an interesting character of a person who I've watched grow up within the past year. Your builds are pretty damn good and your attitude towards building and the ET is excellent, while yes you did slip up I believe you've grown up from that mistake and would make a very fitting ET builder on the team. You know how to have fun and when to shut up and be serious at times.

I am am curious if you'd be up to a challenge build that would of course benefit to your app?

Just now, Emenzi said:

OOC:

Skype name: Jonnythebill

Username: Emenzi
 

IC:

Name: Eddin Stonne

Reasons for applying: Ser Brann is a good friend of mine, I wish to serve him well.

Do you agree to PK if RP is done appropriately and well?: Yes.

6 minutes ago, LevitatedPotato said:

APPLICATION:

 

OOC:

Skype name: Ill send it over, although, some peeps may already have it.

Username: LevitatedPotato
 

IC:

Name: Jacob

Reasons for applying: To protect those who need protecting.

Do you agree to PK if RP is done appropriately and well?: Aye.

A letter reaches the applicants via courier, a penned response kept closed by the Ashford seal that read:

"Report to Peremont to be inducted, brothers."

The elderly knight had led many he commanded to their end but none had hit so hard as this. A brother had finally fallen in battle and though the sight of blood he was accustomed to it was the paled face he was not. Brann broke down as he gripped the fallen brothers shawl, shaking his lifeless corpse in hopes of response as he barked out in desperation. "I did not say you could rest, brother Strann!" His voice weak and croaking as he threatened to break. "You're not allowed to die!" He finally broke as his forehead rested on the bloody plate of the fallen warrior and he broke out into a weeping mess. "Not like this.." He barely managed out as the others within Peremonts walls began to turn away from the demoralizing sight of the weeping knight as he held his lifeless friends corpse in his arms.

The body was removed soon after and given the proper funeral of an Esheveurd brother as Brann was no where to be seen for many days after, his sorrows drowned as his oath was broken and the man finally tasted his first drop of alcohol within his lifetime to soothe the pain that that day had brought him.

A cheer trailed by sorrow, as the chalices’ contents soaked the stone beneath the elder man fell. Cries escaped from the surrounding men of Savoy as Brann fell to the cold floor beneath him. Specks of blood splattering out past his lips as he threw out a coughing fit. His eyes closed and darkness consumed him for brief moments. Queries and questions flew at the attending physician as Jurgen worked his practice, people spouting out their own conclusions of what had happened. A few more moments passed and the echoing sounds of worried men came to his ears, eyes opening briefly.

“Brann!?”

“Poison!”

“He’s choking!”

“Age..”

The knights word stung but they were true, his face failing to hide the sadness that began to consume it. A cold statement but truthful enough Roke spoke out as he went to lift the elder knight, Jurgen and Veryn moving to assist with his plated form. His head was hung and silence consumed the elder as he was hefted away to a room for rest.

From there on it only got worse. A fever began to consume him, his body sweating profusely as the night sweats never stopped leaving his slumber constantly disturbed. His body ached and became unstable, fits and seizures coming in waves alongside the spluttering coughing fits that brought up the blood of the elder. Pain was everywhere, never ending, never a moment of peace was allowed to him. For a week he was confined to his bed till one day the weak man could barely speak and move his ill frame. He managed it, barely… His final request, to speak his final words to his friends and family. His godson, Visant, his liege Gereon. But before they could arrive his state only declined further and alongside them the physician was brought in...

Blood pooled and soaked into the sheets beneath the elder man as the physician finished the complex surgery upon the man. The elders face contorted in pain, body soaked by sweats but there was only silence about the room. Pride gripped the knight as he refused to let escape him any show of weakness and the viewers surrounding him only watched in hope of the physician's skill as he cut away the inflamed nodes around the man's’ neck. His toes curled and knuckles grew white, whiter than that was his complexion from the mix of blood loss he had suffered at the horrible illness that had stricken him he looked ghastly pale, death nearing round the corner. He could manage no warm smile to cross his lips, bring no cheer to any of the solemn men in the room. Only time could tell what would become of the knight. He slept a further few days.

“Please.. Be the executioner..” He joked within the depths of his own mind to himself as the heavy fall of armor clad men rang up the stairs leading to the elders chambers. Peaking open an eye briefly to see who had entered he barely managed a smile upon his lips as he saw the two knights enter. Denis and Caspar stood silently for a moment as they viewed the drained and struggling elders form. “So, it is true..” Caspar first broke the silence as he made his way to the man's bedside and fell to a knee. Brief and short pleasantries were exchanged between the trio as more began to arrive to see the knights progress on the road of recovery. A long road ahead. Eventually the cheer and jokes began to die down as the elder finally croaked out. “I’d like to go away.. Are we allowed holidays..?” His tone low and voice weak. “Of course..” Replied Caspar.

“I’d like to go to the Caliphate..”

“Have you ever been there?”

“Once, escorting lady Camile.. It was so beautiful..”

“It’s lovely this time of year.” The court mage piped in in hopes to raise spirits higher.

“We’ll go together friend, oui?”

“Oui, mon ami..”

Slowly the elder's eyes began to draw close, the solemn silence took over once again as the knight fell still among them all and the slightest hint of worry crept round the room as suspense rose.“I’m not dead yet you fools..” He croaked out, shaking his head. “I just.. Need to sleep..” He mumbled out as he drifted off once more and the gathering began to fall out the door one by one. He fell into slumber once more as he fell into battle with the illness that consumed all eventually.

((Big thanks to cooldude for his rocking physician RP, apologies I know it's short and crap, I've never exactly been an amazing writer.))

Smacking a plated hand on the roof of the carriage as he rose, Brann gave a nod to his fellow passengers the carriage had picked up on its travels to Felsen and a few farewell words before he paid his thanks to the driver and hopped off at his destination, the gates of Felsen. Tugging the shawl tightly round his neck he then hooked his thumbs within the confines of his leather belt strapped round his waist and strolled towards the summit with a mild pace. Eventually arriving the dirtied and aging man gave a silent nod to the few knights already gathered in the form of a greeting.

No, you're not. I relinquished any grips of control I had months ago. I only give orders when my Itharel needs help in one of his hunts you don't need anything from me when it comes to leadership. Please don't put me as that as I've tried for months to distance myself from the hundred one complaints I received being leader of you guys. The only reason people come to me for things ICly is because I'm the oldest acting cleric currently alive.

"I understand the need for tithe but such an excessive amount per Saint week... I'm unsure the coffers will be full. They'll surely drive us into poverty.. And to tax a direct vassal of the principality also? Where do they expect us to generate income from? Would they have us have a vassal taxed twice?" He grumbled off to Gereon with a tone of annoyance clear as he turns back to the drawings of the newest Savoie keep.

The Solstice Guard

The bannerforce of Savoy

History

During the reign of his Majesty, King Olivier de Savoie, the first founding of the Band of Esheveurd occured. Thinking in the best interest of the crown and his family, with permission from his Majesty, Prince Gereon de Savoie began a journey. He set out from the sanctuary of the Felsen walls into the depths of the crownland, where his search began with an idea set firmly in his mind. He would recruit a loyal group of elite soldiers who would answer directly to himself and the King. These men would become his personal retinue, acting militantly on behalf of Savoy and the Crown. As his months of travel passed, his followers began to grow, each town and tavern he met those who would come to form the band together, loyal and rag-tag but the best at what they do. Though starting as a patchwork Royal Retinue during a time of strife, these original members soon composed the first Kingsguard of His Majesty Olivier’s reign.

Come the creation of the palace, the Kingsguard made their home there alongside their new Lord Commander Gereon and began to organise themselves from the rag-tag band they were before. Their training became stricter and more common, marches, combat drills, protection drills. After many months the once rag-tag band became a proper force and uniformed force worthy of their titles, morn and night they would spend perfecting their stances and skills they were chosen for. It was on the collapse of what was priorly known as the Felsen Banner that the Band of Esheveurd extended their force to encompass something more than a Kingsguard. The elite retinue soon found themselves extending past the Haven of Ashford to keep the peace within the streets. This, however, stretched the retinue far too thin. The force could not effectively protect and serve House Ashford while also having to garrison the capital alone.

The Solstice guard, upon the conclusion of the Duke’s War on the 13th of the Grand Harvest, 1521, was formed by Gereon de Savoie and his loyal Kingsguard of the Band of Esheveurd on the decision of the Savoy’s strength needing a true physical form to both protect the people of its land and to serve the crown itself. Loyal and steadfast, the men of the Solstice Guard wear the Savoie colors with true pride as they serve his Majesty valiant upon the battlefield and within his cities, protecting his people and fighting his enemies. The brothers of the Band of Esheveurd, now more commonly known to the masses as the Kingsguard, took control of the newly formed Solstice guard, dubbed the protectores and lieutenants of the guard as they dutifully lead the the men as ranking officers during times of war when the King rides out with his retinue, but return to their duties once the march ends. The Band of Esheveurd are now considered part of the Guard, but noted as another tier entirely.

It seemed Olivier’s reign would be simple and peaceful upon the conclusion of the Duke’s War, but his death shattered that hope. The tragedy struck the Kingdom of Oren and shook the Kingsguard, leaving many to mourn for their fallen king. The Band of Esheveurd were a Kingsguard with no monarch to protect. They departed from the palace they had constructed in the trail of the de Savoie family. Upon reaching their lands, the oaths to the family were renewed, and the hardy men took up the mantle as the personal guard and levy of Savoy. The Band of Esheveurd remain well-disciplined, strong veterans, among the elite of the forces of Oren, and alongside the newly formed Solstice Guard.

It was under the coronation of His Majesty, kin to the House Ashford de Savoie, King Guy Ashford de Bar, that the Band of Esheveurd were re-enlisted as a Kingsguard once more. Although now residing with and primarily serving the House de Savoie, The Band would continue to patrol and protect Felsen. In addition to such, flank their newly crowned King during official proceeding in unison with the Vindicators of the Ashen Dawn.

Role

The Solstice Guard is a military residing on the lands of Carinth. Garrisoned within Ashebourne, a fief on the county lands and home to their liege family, is a large keep situated just north of Felsen’s walls. Serving as the base of operations to the Solstice Guard, it offers the soldiers shelter and security. Loyal to the House Ashford de Savoie, these men act as Savoy’s military and work towards the defense and armament of the county, also in turn assisting in the safety of the Orenian capital of Felsen.

Alongside their role as a garrison, the Solstice militant’s keep also acts as a layer of defense for the capital of Felsen, providing a sentry and level of defence against any invading parties that would march from the north. It watches over the roads leading into the depths of the Westmarch and towards Felsen, protecting the trade caravans and travelers from common banditry and other such unsavoury behaviour.

Lord Commander - A man presiding over both the militant order and brothers of the band. This position was created solely to be held by his Lordship. Commanding the loyal but rag-tag band of men, he shows his wealthy knowledge of strategy and swordsmanship to lead the band.

Brother Prefect - Stalwart and steadfast in his duties to his Lordship this position is a most honorable and rare one. Shown to have both strong heart and mind he has proved his skill, loyalty, knowledge and dedication to the band, he is placed over others as the only rank above the brothers of the band. His duty is to lead and organise his Lordship’s soldiers with the utmost dedication by guiding and instructing his brothers beside him.

Specialty Ranks

Decurion -  A disciplinarian of the Guard. These men are in charge of the training and disciplining of the guard, instructing constant drills to harden and perfect the soldiers in their formations and swordplay for the battles ahead of them. A decurion also acts as a peace and law keeper within the Solstice, enforcing the codes put out to them and stopping the wrongdoings that would persist in times of war.

Surgeon - One of the most important roles within the military. They are the holder of life and death in the battlefield. Surgeons, renowned physicians who have the courage to operate upon the wounded in the midst of battle. They place their own lives upon the line as they try to save others. Often performing rash and ill-equipped surgeries to attend to the wounded soldiers in the middle of blood soaked fields they are amongst the highest respect in the military due to the lives they save.

Architect - A strange role within a militant order, an architect is hired into the ranks for times of both defense and siege, able to construct the most hearty and strong barricades in short notice to create a hold point for the Solstice in times of defense but also able in the field of battle to spot the weaker and more flimsy points in the defense of their enemies barricades and castles. They provide key Intel to the band and with their skill also control the erecting of war camps, play part in the planning of attacks and lead the organisation of defense when in need.

Honor titles

Champion of Esheveurd- A representative, a born warrior. Informally known as the Brother Champion, the man granted this title is dubbed the strongest, most skilled fighter within the Band and Guard. To be given such a great honor, the man in question must prove his valour in both battle and single combat. Each brother of the band is called forward with blade in hand to face the champion to be, should he beat all those who challenge him then he has proved his worth and might within the order and is presented before the Lord Ashford de Savoie to take a knee and swear himself His Lordship’s champion. The Champion’s duties are simple. As the finest warrior the Band possesses, he will be the ultimate representative of the Band’s strength, fighting for de Savoie in trials of arms.

Ensign - Truly one of the highest honors within the Solstice, granted through extraordinary service, Ensigns are given the high honor of riding into battle with the standard in hand, holding the Savoie colors as they ride into war. While the banner stands high in the midst of the bloodshed so does the morale of the troops around it, boasting the Ensign’s skill, bravery, and loyalty.

War gear

Towershield - The band, from their previous service in the late Majesties service, found the large and bulky tower shield to be one of the most effective tools for a soldier to be equipped with. Not only offering near full body protection, they also allow for the creation of different formations with the locking of shields. They are employed into effect by each Solstice guard user, providing a near unbreakable defense.

 

Pike - Used in conjunction with the towershields, the length of a pike provides an effective addition to the many defensive formations, giving deadly reach as well as solid defense. The pike is a sturdy weapon, designed to push the enemy back and keep them at length, halting them from ever reaching the guard’s heavy shields.

 

Arming Sword - The backbone of all weapons, one near all soldiers train in and wield in battle. These are given as a side armament to the guardsmen. Deadly and reliable, the arming sword hangs sharp at a guard’s flank. The sword supplements the rest of the guard’s weaponry.

 

Arbalest - The arbalest serves as a heavy ranged weapon, trading speed for pure piercing power. The large crossbow is used to shock and break enemy forces from a distance, giving the guard power at any position on the field.

 

Misericorde - The Misericorde is a long, sharp dagger used for coup de grace. The fatal blows dealt by the weapon serve as a finishing blow for wounded soldiers, piercing through armor gaps to end the victim. The knife lies at the guard’s belt, for easy access in volatile close combat scenarios.

Medals

Sun’s Smile (Five year service) - This medal recognizes devotion to the guard, being adorned by only those who have served for five years.

 

Black and White Cross (Ten year service) - The Black and White Cross is the second tier of service recognition, resting proudly on the breasts of those who have served for ten years.

 

Ashen Star (Fifteen year service) - The Ashen Star is the highest tier of service recognition, marking those who wear it to be the elite, hardened and most-experienced soldiers of the Guard. The Star is granted upon fifteen years of service.

 

Lucien’s Heart (Act of valor) - The Lucien’s Heart medal is granted to those who perform true acts of heroism upon the battlefield. The soldiers of the guard will know that the bearers of this medal are brave and true.

 

Medals are worn upon the ceremonial uniform during times of celebration such as parades or feasts.

 

The Solar Lapel - Unknown to many, this badge is presented to each and every single server within the elite Band of Esheveurd. This lapel is never removed and always worn on the preferred place by its wearer, often the dollar of a coat. The lapel is a sign of service in his elite and is kept worn even into the depths of retirement.

Wages

Initiate - N/A

Footman - Granted one-hundred and fifty minae upon the end of each Saint’s Week.

Man-at-arms - Granted two-hundred minae upon the end of each Saint’s Week.

Sergeant - Granted two-hundred and fifty minae upon the end of each Saint’s Week.

Ensign - Granted two-hundred and fifty minae upon the end of each Saint’s Week.

Surgeon - Granted two-hundred minae upon the end of each Saint’s Week.

Quartermaster & Decurion- Holding either position allows for a fifty minae increase of wage alongside the current dependent on rank.

 

Retirement

Twenty five years. After twenty-five years of faithful service, a man of the Solstice Guard is offered retirement including a severance package.

A home of moderate size fitting up to a family of four is given to them in full ownership, they are free of all taxes within the land.

Sum of five hundred mina is added to their final wage as funding to live on.

 

Thirty five years is the longest one is fully asked to serve in the guard, a miracle they haven't fallen in battle. They are granted a greater severance package for their unfaltering loyalty to the guard and Savoie family.

A home of moderate size fitting up to a family of four is given to them in full ownership, they are free of all taxes within the land.

Sum of one thousand mina is added to their final pay as funds to live off after their service.

A suitable stretch of land is attached to the house for farmland to feed their family and themselves.

Application

Out of Character:

Mcname:

Skype name:

Do you use TS?:

In Character:

Name:

Why do you wish to serve?:

Are you aware of the duties you must fulfill?:

Military experience/Background:

Specialist role: (if not applicable leave blank)

Skills/Profession:

"Two thousand minas." Says Brann.

Lore has been changed on the Itharel, adapted and what not and is being tweaked with each review. They've always been stronk, they're supposed to be stronk, they were made to kill stronkerer things then normal. With the new changes you shouldn't be getting into combat with Itharel unless you've drawn their attention in someway due to recent changes in their reasons for being. So if you find yourself in single combat with an Itharel, you dun' fudged up by confronting it from now on. Don't move and they can't see you!

The Kingsguard flock from the palace, seeking to investigate the matter further!

Retirement was a hope Brann foolishly had for all his brothers, evidently this time it would not be so. Days passed since Samuels leave, switching into weeks as he disappeared from all sight. Till news reached the ageing brothers ear and his pale complexion grew only paler, his hammer stopped mid-beat to the iron upon his anvil as the news was read out by a saddened courier. He gazed upwards into the sky without words that failed to come to him. For a day his forge fell silent, then another day passing and the men of the Kingsguard assembled in their ceremonial uniform, each would attend the service to be held for their fallen brother with a solemn silence about them as they made way into the palace garrison grounds.

A day of mourning fell over the Kings-guard.

"Brothers no doubt you have heard of a tragedy that befalls all in this world, death. But not through age, nor battle against the Rebels of the crown. Our brother fell in combat, a warrior till the end! While he may have left his service to the king he was and will always be considered one of the band. Creator bless your journey now, brother."

Brann makes sure to reliever the note solely to his majesty and that none of the Kings guard take a peek of the private letter as it arrives at the palace gates!

The battlefield fell silent as the final death of the Adrian's occurs. His gaze darting across the courtyard to see the battle-worn plate of his prince, running to his side as Brann raises his bloody warhammer, a cry emiting past his lips. "Ave Ashford, for the king!" He looks to his blood soaked brothers as they repeat his chant of victory, soon after returning to Gereons side to escort him.

Il say now, clerical magic is the most god damn stupid and OP healing magic round in this server. A few prayers and you can save a guy missing half his innards. I have several reasons to disputes why priest healing shouldn't be a thing but I won't go into major debate as I critiqued other people for doing just such. Instead I'll say simply the regenaration of such complex things aren't needed. Priest healers healing power is strong enough as it is, trumping and near eliminating all medical RP anymore. When my character was wounded the first instinct even in the middle of Orem instead of treating me was to drag me half way across the world to a cleric. My Itharel doesn't heal, he claims he doesn't have the power too of which is an obvious lie, I do such as I disapprove of if.

Leave regenerations like these alone, let losing an eye, hearing or sight all together actually be.. Worrying. Not just a quick pop down to the local doctors for a band-aid.

Character Name

Brann Marwood

Basic Information

Nicknames: Master Marwood

Age: Thirty-Seven

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Hansetian.

Status: Alive and Gruff.

Description

Height: 5’11”

Weight: Hundred and Sixty pounds

Body Type:

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Grey

Skin: Pale

Markings/Tattoos:

Long thin scar cross his eye, achieved from an assault from a merchant mans daughter who went at him with a letter opener. A second on his chin from the Schism war in a skirmish.

Health: Healthy.

Personality: Gruff, quiet, strict and proud.

Inventory: No personal affects.

Further Details: N/A

Life Style

Alignment:

Deity: Creator

Religion: One True Faith

Alliance/Nation/Home: Oren

Job/Class: Brother-Prefect, second in command of the Kingsguard

Title(s): Brother-Prefect, Brother-Quartermaster, Royal Smith, Royal Architect.

Profession(s): Blacksmith.

Special Skill(s): Architecture.

Flaw(s): Anti-social, overly-loyal.

Magic

Current Status: Despising and fearing of it.

Arch-type: N/A

Sub-Type: N/A

Rank: N/A

Weakness(es): N/A

Strength(s): N/A

Current Spell(s): N/A

Weaponry

Fighting Style: Arming sword and tower shield.

Trained Weapon: Pike, blade and shield, crossbow.

Favored Weapon: Blade and shield.

Archery: Against his code, a strong believer in staring his enemy in the eyes rather than dropping them from afar.

Biography

Parents:

Mother - Mariane Marwood - Deceased

Father - Paul Marwood - Deceased

Siblings:

Sister - Lucienne Marwood - Unknown

Children:

Eddin Stonne - Considered a son by Brann

Extended Family: 

Uncle - Benjamin Solice - Unknown

Pet(s):

Thomas - A well bred, strong war hound.

History

Brann was born into a simple and common birth family, his father a man of the Petrus watch, his mother a housewife. Born through a marriage of arranged by love of each other he lived a happy and quiet life growing up. Little to no education at his beginning besides at a young age where he worked in his uncles forge as his 'apprentice', spending many hours watching him smith within the capital. His forge was hardly a compete against any other that dominated the business within the busy capital, tucked away quietly in the backstreets. It made its income for its cheap prices but was not enough to amass a heavy wealth. From a young age till twelve he found himself stuck in the forge each day, his only source of education in the form of a trade. Lucky in consideration of how some others fared, but eventually his luck turned for the better as he was found by the knight Richard of Huntshill and in a twist of events found himself squiring under him at the young age of thirteen. Several years past of training and education in both scholarship and bladesman ship, his spare time spent down in the forges with his uncle still. As the years past his skillset grew and his day of knighting loomed closer, but it would not come. A week before his knight, Ser Richard disappeared from his life without trail and it left him no longer with a knight. Abandoned and left with the skills he took to an almost idiotic decision considering his options. He began to sell his sword to the highest bidder.

W.I.P

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"I will release a bounty I have been meaning to for a while, for I have returned with full allowance to once again interfere following the assault on one of our fathers followers. Bring me the previous cleric Skale. Alive." He dragged his gaze over to Ramza. "I have little to say on the matter but stay vigilant."

"I will say now, having the power of the patron means little when you are not already a hardened warrior. A am unsure if I am know here, but I am Ivanus, Itharel of Judgement. Tahariaes wrath. I have served the clerics for longer then even I remember, for I found my self in service to Braxis Silverblades house before I even sought the clerics out. When I finally did I found a shattered and crumbling order, a few priests leaving out of the Delver medic bay. I was disappointed to say the least of what my former liege had let the order fall to but I trusted in his wisdom and instead followed his orders. I was to rebuild and reforge the order into a true force worthy of Tahariaes blessing. From there my combat skill along earned me the title of master paladin, ascended above all those blessed by the magic. And through not just service, but pure skill with the blade I was chosen. Ninety years I had been groomed, from page to squire, squire to knight, knight of grand knight. I was a master bladesman, effective with several different fighting styles."

"To be connected to our patron and taught the art of war-cleric you must not show loyalty like a dog sitting at heel on command, but you must bare your fangs and show you can fight, show that you are worthy of this power. Even in my old days I could easily best many of you in one on one combat, until this changes and I am proved to that you can fight I will not condone another war-cleric to step this earth. None the less, it is no longer my say."

"Be patient, blonde." Called out Ivanus as he slowly entered, leaning heavily on the weapon clutched tightly in his didgits, the gilded shaft of the holy spear in his grasp providing him support as he made his way into the meeting.

"Some travel and abandon months of work for a comfy meeting on your little island." He fell silent after that, standing in the doorframe and watching them all beneath his hood, eventually speaking up once more. "It is good to see that their are no-empty chairs these day, I'm glad none of you have fallen in his service."

"I know not what they seek but death and destruction." Muttered Ivanus as he slowly rose from his seat hidden away deep within the elven forests. "They have awoken a great terror above shade nor necromancer, harbingers nor the undead, aengul or daemons stand no comparison to what awakens from its depth. They have invoked the wrath held at bay a century, they have enraged his judgement, his will, his wrath, his fire. Ivanus will walk the mortal plane once more and burn all that they hold in their memory to cinders. They have awoken an angered father." As he rose his hand glided out to the air beside him hanging idly for a moment before his fist clenched and from thin air a blessed blade of such enormous holy energy was summoned into his grip. The blades end beginning to sprout out and further construct itself into the form of the stone serpents spear.

He began to stroll forwards towards the wood elf town as he threw up his hood. A shimmer of silver silhouetting his face and the look of a roaring fire clearing in his eye. His Armour form began to swarm with essence of silver light that soon erupted into a magnificent and elegant flame, claiming his form.

"Wrath has been awoken and judgement comes."