Suicidium

Eugeo de Astrea scans over the missive with a hum in turn, as he affirmed it with a nod sent towards Leika de Astrea @Tigergiri

" We will prepare an Astrean team!" 

2 minutes ago, Thannon said:

An Army Initiate brings this missive to Ellathor, the Lord Commander takes a break from his training on the dummy and takes the missive, reading. A long breath is drawn and let out as he reads over his part on the letter, he tilts his head to the side a little and pursues his lips, a hum leaving him.

 
Eugeo gang-signs at Ellathor from the tower nearby. In the meanwhile, he wished the very best for Vesryn, recalling the man from his onset of his journey on Almaris, and now, his journey's end. 

48 minutes ago, rukio said:

Aobh nudges Eugeo. "Surely it can't be the same Solomon..." She'd tsk. "Didn't think he was capable of this..." @Suicidium

 "He can't keep getting away with this.." An exhausted Duke responds.

Eugeo de Astrea looked with pride over the recent accomplishments of his kin, beaming as he remarked to his daughter, @TigergiriLeika de Astrea. 

"For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. We are on the right path forward."

Give me Paladin plsplsplsplspls

Best artist

Yes. 

"Picture a wave in the ocean...and then it crashes on the shore, and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave returns to the ocean, where it came from. And where it's supposed to be. Esmond Reede de Astrea lived and died a quiet, selfless hero.."

A forlorn Duke rests his hands on the stalwart mastercraft blade he had made for his student, to commemorate his successes with the trial of brotherhood as he gazes to the Dawnspire, moving off to light a candle.

"To the Sunlit Lord, We Pray"

 

Based.  +1

Sensory Illusion needed germaneness in lieu of current lore changes. 

https://youtu.be/7B--AiVaFJE

Somewhere within the Elysian Westlands..

“ Perhaps these misty woods will shimmer brightly one day”
 

A burnished figure trawled through sludge and soil, making his way through a land which never thrived, a fitting monument to a tomb of despair for an entire people. At Starlight, he unhinged a mottled cloak and flung it into the swamps. It bore his house colors, but it mattered little in his destination.

The only visiting figure in a postage-sized community situated on the tip of the North Elysian hinterlands, he was met kindly by his brethren. A lone homestead boasted all the conveniences of a rural community, only contrasted by the vibrant colors that its people wore. Invited to a meal to a house built of stone and timber, the figure ventured to a nearby stream, washing his hands and forearms with great care. He let the water run out of his hands and onto his arms, allowing remaining droplets to drop languorously from the elbows as if they were sins escaping the body. Inside, the room and warm and the orange flame in the mouth of the stove looked homey. The figure pulled out a chair and sat with the others, rolling back his sleeves as an aromatic smell filled the room with spices.

“ Why spices? It should be beyond your means”

“ It’s rare to have visitors.”

“ You were a Ranger serving under a Head Ranger, and now a retiree operating the only schooner in these parts, Verily, you do not have visitors regularly?”

“ It’s been always this way, it is why many Leutz travels, to the same destination as you are”

The figure drew quiet, excusing himself early from the dinner and heading to his room. A quick glance back showed a tranquil, pleasant scene. Large shadows cast by the lantern light in the middle of the table amidst the mild chatter between children and adults articulated meticulously of the bonds that the family shared.

It was strange, to the figure’s senses, to witness humans so amicably and fruitfully focus on their cause of mild chatter with such simple joy within their lives. It was as though all men had perfectly uniform ideas and all of it was understood. As for jealousy or personal ambition, it simply didn’t exist on the same trail that might lead to death or glory.

The figure reached for a beautiful leather bound journal with both its front and back decorated with elegantly embossed floral circles and the book itself was stitched with a leather string which provided a unique parallel design down its spine. It was a parting memento from his mother, a gesture towards his scholarly affinity.

When morning came, the figure made his way to the window, paying heed to the rising sun against the moody horizon. A small black bird, blue-crested and with a purple tip on its head and a flaming red tail, flew to a fluttering halt by the windowsill. It exchanged a curious glance with the figure and sooner departed...and so did the figure, boarding a rickety schooner that fit better in a museum than on the seas.

Looking back, the homestead couldn’t be called a village, or a hamlet, or even a wide spot amongst the marshes. It was indeed, no more than a thatch of timber and stone huts on stilts on the coastal front, with a dilapidated pier that stuck out like a sore thumb. It's the only marker of grace, Elysian colors which flew proudly on a wooden pole hung precariously at the end of the pier.

Clandestine summons to old, veteran soldiers. Reflection is the lamp of the heart. If it departs, the heart will have no light.
 

Roverstorm has graduated and will be replacing their slot with this player. 

Eugeo de Astrea forwards his earnest appreciation to the latest promotions, impressed by their work. 

I want 15 BTC in exchange for the hacked discord accounts

[3/3] 
 

Would appreciate if my TA could be unvanished. Thank you.

Eugeo de Astrea was vigilant has his own vision contorts with a pang of melancholy as he scans through his letter, pensive as he silently sobbed and relinquishes the memories he shared with the Buckfort across the centuries. 

She marked her legacy with certainty, and will live on through her children....he hoped. 

[2/3] 
 

Would appreciate if my TA could be unvanished. Thank you. 

200k minas for the ectoplasm cake?

pls? @ImStuckInHell

On the shelves on heroes, both of history and myths, that stood in the Duke's personal library. Eugeo assuredly placed a portrait copy of Butter proudly on its own. 

"A respected servant of the people, both of its own kind and its host nation." 

Eugeo's tummy rumbles hard for SHAWARMA

Tragedy. 

It was a devastating strike when the news reached Eugeo, filled with grief and disbelief, he had shut himself in his office for weeks. He missed Absolon, utterly so, his very own brother, and now, it was as if his own heart was missing its pieces. 

They will be united one day, Eugeo steeled and hoped..

Highly excited with seeing the potential of this. +1 

31 minutes ago, Valannor said:

 

A leal Wyrmstalker would frown from across the table at the forced peace table of Krugsmas cheer.

 

"We can't." 

Another Wrymstalker raises a brow. " Vane is a friend since we were both youths, and he agreed to this gift. We have fought Azdrazi together for the entire bout of Almaris since they attacked our hunt for the wyvern. The scorches from a blade blessed with Xan will be mighty in the hands of a warrior king. " The displeased Wrymstalker remarked to the tavern of rumours.  

A simple letter was delivered by courier to Rosemary. 

"To Rosemary Gendik, the loss of your companion is an unfortunate affair, and its a heartfelt gesture of solidarity to dispatch my own funds as well to aid in the search. Providing a further 125 minas to the cause, let us hope that a bounty of 200 minas may be enough to seek out information on this senseless brutality." 

- Eugeo. 

DECLARATION OF NEUTRALITY
3rd of the First Seed, Year 55 of the Second Age

A short, simple missive to the people of Elysium and all others who may concern. 



 

The  people of Elysium continue to abide by the precedent of armed neutrality during these times of conflict, to ensure our safety, prosperity, and our rights unhindered.  

We attest that we have not heard of the Ithican group since the former days as Norlandic vassals and are therefore not harbouring them in our walls.

The sovereignty of Elysium closely holds Xannic beliefs and thus shall not engage in conflict that does not directly hinder or harm the innocents of the realm in a creed revolving descendant conflict with de jure rationale.

Our diplomatic envoys have worked tirelessly to ensure alliances with all parties in this conflict and will continue to ensure peaceful relations for all of our people.  

May honour be brought to the combatants’ banners, may they be swiftly and safely returned to their homes, and victory bring times of peace and recovery for all. 

Signed,
Eugeo de Astrea, Duke of Elysium

Aylin Reede de Astrea, Heir Apparent

Eugeo de Astrea maintained his duty, toiling in his office as he dipped his quill into his ink as he continues onwards, determined to see to the successes of the fledging community.