Malgonious

Rolf of House Rolf would travel to Belvitz, enlisting in the warband to sally forth

Bounty (Hard) & (PvE Encounter) Just outside the Fortress-City of Rivia, a loud blood-curdling roar can be heard in the thick snow drifts that blanket the barren wasteland just beside the Great Wall.. massive footprints would be seen in the wilds bordering the city, and the neighboring forests.. Corpses of wandering travelers have been strung along the path to Rivia on rare occasion as well, almost as if a warning to those that dare cross certain areas. . . An investigation into what is causing such tremendous unrest in the region is being hired out to any willing mercenary group that can handle the issue without discretion needed. Reward: Twin-Bladed Glaive for the head of the beast, & 500 Minas for the corpse. ((make an ETReq between 7 pm est - 11 pm est to take up the bounty. Have your party ready and prepared ahead of time!))

You are consistent and persistent in everything you do, I need to know what your pharmacist prescribes you man it's insane.

Smile the Gnome claps happily for the reformation of the Kingdom of Kaz'Ulrah, hoping to visit soon.

Smile the Gnome would walk up and down the path, looking for the Red-Cloaks

Hakon would stare at Thoromir from the Halls of Valkyria "Seems all is not lost for your line, Thor." He would point down below the skies to the war-torn swamp toward figure who had blown the black horn, a smile across his face.

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Portraits of the two boss-creatures. Garreth & Kabul, Servants of the Void It was a peaceful day in Belvitz, the crossroad bustling with activity.. The populace ripe with conversation and delight at the many food and beverage being served in the Old Oak Tavern.. The air was calm, the sun bright and shining upon the dirt path that trekked directly through the center of the bustling human settlement. “. . . So, this is the place they call Belvitz, Garreth?” Kabul would state, his claws outstretched, writhing as they walked down the path toward the unsuspecting populace… “That it is, Kabul. The whisper directed us here . . and here we have arrived.” Garreth would float ominously above Kabul, his form that of a weak necromancer, Kabul being a massive hulking reanimation, souped up with strange crystals fastened all over his body… The two would stop just before the Crossroads, right outside the Old Oak Tavern.. “Very well.. Shall we begin The Harvest, brother?” Kabul would state blankly as the populace would begin to grow aware of the two strangers staring from afar. “Indeed, brother.” Garreth would state, a bolt of void energy forming in his palm as Kabul leaped toward the amassing guardforce. *** The Old Oak Tavern, following the chaotic assault, still standing firm Kabul would have several hundred cuts and slashes down his body, his natural regeneration becoming dulled and slowed under the extreme loss of mana enduring the invasion. “BROTHER! I NEED YOU, MEET ME ATOP THE TAVERN!” Kabul would shout, knocking a descendant back as he leaped toward the roof of the creaking tavern, climbing upward, holding his arm as a deadly wound would pour forth magical essence. Garreth would fly upward, within his palm would be a seal, placing it upon the wound, the healing would begin to take effect.. Garreth himself suffering wounds of his own, would press his mana into his brother, desperate to make light of the situation very much going south at the hands of Belvitz defenders. The undead horde defending the Tavern while the spell took place were easily cut down as the descendants pushed inside, climbing the steps at a breakneck pace. “BROTHER! THERE IS NO MORE TIME, THEY COME!” Kabul would roar as he lept from the Tavern, Garreth still mid-cast, would suffer even more wounds at the onslaught that climbed the steps, himself lurching into the warm air, the clouds growing around Belvitz. *** Kabul would become overwhelmed, cornered by the brave men and women of Belvitz, and all travelers and merchants who had arrived prior and during the assault, a combined force finally slew the creature of damnation. “Brother . . .” Kabul would let loose as his last breath was taken. “BROTHER!” Garreth would roar, witnessing Kabul’s untimely demise. Upon his falter, Garreth would rush to his corpse, a stream of dark mana seeping from the fallen crystal which marked the deathbed of Kabul, up into Garreth.. His form twisting and morphing into a creature of nightmare.. His torment would be set loose upon the defenders… *** “Brother… I am coming . .” Garreth would let slip as his mana ran to empty, his lifeforce completely drained by the hundreds of arrows that dotted his form.. The wounds becoming much to grave as he plummeted into the ground, slamming into the descendants as his form would morph and twist, only a single crystal left behind. The Defenders of Belvitz had triumphed against the servants of the Void, felling both Garreth and Kabul and defending their homes from the creatures of nightmare. Wherever they came.. Belvitz answered the call. stay tuned...

"Medieval book clubs," states Smile

Malgunuz would arrive to bear witness to the fabled klomp for Rex.

What - You don't need to say you feel before you begin a statement, it's already implied because you're the one writing it, it makes you seem unsure.

*** Two sworn-brothers of the Ranger Corp traversing the Godswood outside of White Peak … “How much longer must we travel Brother Balgruff?” remarked the lad clad in a dark-green tunic and cowl, following just a pace behind that of the man proclaimed Balgruff before him. The Godswood was very quiet aside from the hushed whisper and light travel of the two rangers. Balgruff would turn to face the other ranger beside him. “Lad, worry not . We have arrived.” Balgruff would raise his closed fist, pointing toward the collective of other hooded men upon the bank of the forest-clearing. Motioning for the brother to follow, the two would set down upon the gathering. Balgruff would halt his advance and motion for his companion to cease, as one of the Rangers were alerted to their presence and immediately drawn bow and arrow upon the two. “Halt in the name of his Majesty, King Tobias Staunton... You are to progress no further until you are properly identified... State thy name!” barked the hooded ranger, a suspicious look upon his cheek as he took draw at Balgruff directly, his arrow knoched and prepared to let loose. “My name is Balgruff Bjornsson, promoted to Ranger by King Tobias himself.. I have come to answer the call.” The Ranger would lower his guard, his eyes inspecting the man and seeking to validate his story, he raised his hand to an open palm, six rangers hidden in shrubbery, tree-thickets and behind jagged boulders would all emerge, going to confiscate the weapons of the two arriving Rangers until their identity could be validated.. “I’d recognize that voice anywhere...” A mild toned man would approach the search party, calling for them to cease upon his arrival, as he stood upright across the riverbank from the two arriving rangers. A smile would press against the mans face, a weathered Tobias Staunton greeting the arrival of the two newest rangers. “There is much to be done,” said Tobias as the party began to make its way away from White Peak, towards a location unknown. King Tobias Staunton II after the Battle of White Peak

The part where they lost their first fight and begged for a rematch will be posted when I get home from work.

Adalwulf would watch Coltaine hard at work, an audible sigh leaving his mouth as he slumped back against the corner of the wastelander's home, falling back into a deep sleep.

This community doesnt deserve someone as kind as Ibraheem

Adalwulf would like to sign up for the Silver Spearman group