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"JOIN US." The High Justicar of Azdromoth said aloud to himself as he looked towards the massive army of Azdrazi toiling away among the forges, alchemy labs, and libraries of Tor'Praeth.

[!] Within the halls of the draconic sanctum of Tor'Praeth, a primordial roar of rage and anger would shake the very foundations of the castle. The Justicar of Azdromoth paced back and forth mumbling to himself about revenge for his fallen sister.

A young paladin of Xan had bore witness to the anger that dwelled within the Owl, for upon being summoned to the mortal plain once more, the Djinn had appeared with his sword upon shoulder. Perhaps the Owl had more planned for the world of mortal men... Only time would tell.

Alaion sat within a small temple somewhere, staring out at the sea from afar. He was hopeful that he would get another conversation with Elena upon her return home. However, fate would have it that their conversation earlier that day would be their last together. So, the youth awaited but little did he know his hope would never come to fruition.

"What a lovely occasion. I can not wait to attend!" Commented Thalon Nullivari as he browsed a catalog for gifts.

"BANZAI!" Yelled a footman in Kato Eren's service as he charged towards the damned lands, only to be immediately smited into oblivion and killed by foul sorcery.

[!] The sounds of plate boots slamming the stone floor as they moved a hulking figure forwardly, would be heard in some forgotten hallway.

The once-patriarch, Thalon of Nullivari smiled as he looked back at the white walls of Celia'nor from his hidden location on a mountain top overlooking the city, perhaps it was that he knew his chapter among mortal men had come to a conclusion. He smiled and turned to his wife Ro'ya with a chuckle, the four massive ebon horns upon the Nephilim's head dipped respectfully towards that nation which provided them with a place to grow their lineage. His ashen wings folded inwards and collapsed against his back as a final farewell was given to the city. "I have accomplished what I sought to accomplish... Dynasty." Roared the voice of Balthazar, The High Justicar of Azdromoth the Unchained, from the maw of the Mali'aheral. There the creature began off into the wilds, seeking purpose anew in service to his father. DO NOT METAGAME THIS INFORMATION.

Veletzian forces campaigning into the frigid Haense-occupied territories.

Sorry, no magic lore allowed on LoTC please take this talented piece of work to a Fantasy RP server! +1

Saint Jude of Cyranium and Petrus smiles upon those doing the LORD'S work within the mortal realm.

✠ "Onwards Reyne, Onwards...!" ✠ Lucas Olivier de Reyne, Baron of Reyne in his last moments of agony within the sieged keep. [11th of Sun's Smile, Year 157] ✠ ✠ “Onwards, Reyne… Onwards…” - Sir Gaspard the Gallant ✠ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Upon the ramparts of the Veletzian Keep was stationed the young Lucas Olivier de Reyne. By his side, the man who served as his mentor, Sir Gaspard the Gallant as Lucas called him in his earlier years of life. His lord, commanding the artillery as if it was like breathing, caused a swell of pride and honor to overcome the young Baron. For, it was not the whistling of the ballista bolts, nor the crashing sounds of cascading rocks of trebuchets which rained down like thunder around their small squadron that caused Lucas to falter an inch as Gaspard shouted commands to their unit. Lucas, tasked with the menial but all important job of reloading their trebuchet, looked to the Knight-Lord with pride as he endeavored upon the task which he was selected for out of the infantry. Him, chosen by Sir Gaspard out of everyone assembled to defend the keep, was to be part of Gaspard’s unit of five men. As each siege engine was destroyed around them, their squad remained gallant and stalwart in their mission. One after another their trebuchets fell until their unit manned the last engine until its destruction towards the end of the artillery skirmishing prior to the battle. Erupted did their bastion of wood and strings explode before them, and the wide eyes of Lucas looked to Gaspard for his command and there did Gaspard scream out… “Onwards Reyne, ONWARDS!...” Then they took to the air, leaping off the roof and down onto a catwalk which spanned the wall of the main fortification. Onwards, did they move, through the keep and down to the courtyard and with a firm handshake, did Gaspard part from Lucas. Then, the enemy arrived, entering the ruins of the keep that the Veletzian army took refuge in. Lucas met his foe head on, cutting down two men before there was a coldness which overtook his left leg. He glanced down and from the gap of his leg and thigh guard spurted a deep red crimson. His artery was sliced clean through and the boy fell to the ground screaming and writing in agony. Body after body landed atop of him as he shoved the corpses of both friend and enemy alike to the side with all the strength he could muster. Eventually, there was no use and with a thud, a slain woman adorned in plate landed upon him and Lucas could squirm no more. He remained, screaming for his father Sir John Sigismund and sister, Karina, anyone to come to his aid in those fleeting moments. Yet, he was unanswered and there he remained gasping for air as blood pooled around him. There was no longer the hope he once felt, no hope for survival, but those words of Gaspard rang true... “ONWARDS REYNE ONWARDS!!”. So onwards he went, into the eternal slumber, onwards his soul departed to the Seven Skies. Baron Lucas Olivier de Reyne Age 25 SA 131-157 “Ut quiescat”

Somewhere, albeit off within the thickets of Amathine, was the young Illithor. Fable and folklore had the Brotherhood of the Golden Lion been to this youth born far from the times of the great Xannite Champions, but now to see it come into manifestation, into reality, a glimmer of hope for the protection of MAN was made present within his mind. It was justice, incarnate.

Lucas Olivier de Reyne looked up to those planting the tobacco fields of Reyne with a smile, and so he continued his work oncemore within the fields of outer Veletz.