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Issued and averred by the office of the IMPERIAL GRAND KNIGHT ✠ HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN; The day is upon us for the first Crucible to make its mark on our glorious Empire. This trial will challenge the most noble knights of Burgundy, who will demonstrate their strength and faith for all to see as they compete for the mantle of Gudor, The Black Dragon. Only a few Burgundian Knights will succeed, though they who deem themselves worthy will attempt the challenge for a place among the Imperial Order of the Black Dragon, the Emperor’s highest defenders. The Month of Owyn’s Light | Thursday, 28th of April The Crucible | at 3:30 pm EST We shall gather at the Bastion of Blackvale, the grand arena of the Principality of Blackvale, and take our place in the stands so that we may spectate the trial’s commencement. X: 363 Z: -581 AVE IMPERIUM! H V M A N I T A S I N V I C T A “Für Gott und Kaiser,” HIS IMPERIAL EXCELLENCY, Sir Lothar d’Amaury, Imperial Grand Knight, Duke of Lorraine.

The Duke of Lorraine was secretly jealous that he had not been invited to Castle Clapton yet she dont lie she dont lie

please update the world map next 🙏

The Duke of Lorraine stood upon the battlements of The Krak des Miraval, looking back across the Heartlands. Lothar's jaw worked silently for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Perhaps Emperor Hadrian's words to him had been right. A new world demanded new things of its men. He was not entirely certain that he was built for it. He looked to his right, at his brother Hughes "A baking competition.. Your daughter truly does have us all under her thumb"

Sir Lothar d'Amaury sank into his chair. The war was done, his armor hung up as peace had come at last - a peace that Martius had not lived to enjoy. The Emperor had spoken to him of new worlds and softer men. Martius might have laughed at that. From a bookshelf he drew an old journal with a cover worn soft, the binding cracked at the spine. When he turned the pages, a rare and quiet thing crossed his face, a smile - not the wry, calculating one that his men had grown accustomed to, but the kind that belong to a younger man. A squire. Martius had been many things across the years, advisor, brother, friend. A man who had no obligation to extend his hand, yet did so regardless. Lothar closed the journal. He rose and made his way through the Krak's stone corridor to the Chappele des Roses Jumeaux. The candles within burned low. He knelt simply as a man, head bowed before the altar. He said little, unlike his brother Hughes he had never been one for long prayers. Only that he hoped the words would find their way to Martius on his journey to the skies.

A Felseni 'man' whistled as he strolled from the woods, quietly delighted - novelty, after half a millennium, was an infrequent guest. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDOApsYhtrk

Without addressing some of the spells I haven't been able to personally interact with yet, I'm a proponent of giving lower-tier necros more abilities. Currently it does feel like the magic is borderline unusable until tier 3 if not tier 4. Some other things I'd like to see are more meaningful goresmithing and a better way to reliably use revivify.

An ancient Orenian supersoldier rolled over in his slumber, shifting the pile of gold that was his rather uncomfortable bed. The lizardman was increasingly plagued by returning nightmares, Sutica, Mori, now a Tundrak? The world's balance was shifting, and it wasn't because of any Staglord nor Wraith.

Sir Lothar d'Amaury spoke to the newest Equyer of the Golden Oak. "See my boy, this is how things ought to be settled." @Croangutan

The fort falls. The dwarves scatter like rats. "Another threshold crossed." Sir Lothar mused, gazing at the dwarven corpses littering the battlements. "How many more until I might claim what Augustus earned? How many until Kazordin becomes d'Amaury's mantle as much as his?" The men of Lorraine plant their standard regardless. The Golden Oak grows.

Sir Lothar d'Amaury's fingers drummed upon the Round, his gaze sweeping across the ordermen of the Golden Oak. "Such traditions ought to be preserved." He spoke with conviction. "In Lorraine, no duel shall be fought save beneath the light of the sun. No darkness, no rain, only in the full light of day may honor be tested."

I'm going with Shamanism as a whole. Farseer specifically used to be a magic that was about story-telling, and narrative crafting that existed within a contained biosphere (Orcs). Post-Loregames though it has become a magic that provides a defined list of spirits, and what XYZ effects their blessings have. It has also breached containment. Truly, we have lost the plot.

"Does this mean I am Emperor Hadrian's vassal again?" asked Sir Lothar, looking at his brother Hughes. @_Sug