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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. "What a lovely occasion. I can not wait to attend!" Commented Thalon Nullivari as he browsed a catalog for gifts.
  4. Well...

  5. "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.
  6. RP on the server is scarce and hard to find... BUT YOUR BROTHERS IN DEMOCRACY ARE NOT. JOIN THE FIGHT TO DEFEND SUPER EARTH WITH YOUR FELLOW HELLDIVERS.

    1. Amayonnaise

      Amayonnaise

      Will you be providing RP during Aussie hours?

    2. _Sug

      _Sug

      I wish... The Aussies have the toughest timezone : (

    3. Amayonnaise

      Amayonnaise

      I am saddened.

  7. [!] The sounds of plate boots slamming the stone floor as they moved a hulking figure forwardly, would be heard in some forgotten hallway.
  8. 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.
  9. Veletzian forces campaigning into the frigid Haense-occupied territories.
  10. Sorry, no magic lore allowed on LoTC please take this talented piece of work to a Fantasy RP server! +1
  11. Saint Jude of Cyranium and Petrus smiles upon those doing the LORD'S work within the mortal realm.
  12. ✠ "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”
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. Somewhere in the skies, St. Jude offered a meek smile as the priory is restored to it's former glory.
  16. Somewhere within the other world, did another child of the Wretch weep.
  17. ON THE BANISHMENT OF THE DEADMEN FOEDUS VELEC In the year 12 of the Age of Rights and the Age of Reckoning ✠ BY THE UNWAVERING AUTHORITY OF THE STATE AND THE REPUBLICAN MANDATE BESTOWED UPON THE ILLUSTRIOUS CHAMBER OF HEIDMEN, WE HEREBY ISSUE THIS IMPERIOUS MISSIVE, RESONATING WITH THE EMINENT VIRTUES OF HONOR, DUTY, LIBERTY, FRATERNITY, VALOR, AND WISDOM. WITH THIS COMMUNICATION, WE ENLIGHTEN THY READER UPON THE INTRICACIES OF STATECRAFT AND UNVEIL THE CURRENT AFFAIRS THAT ENGAGE OUR SOVEREIGN REALM. A patrol of the forestry surrounding Veletz by a company of assembled men at arms, 9RR A public missive is declared for all to see, Upon this day and henceforth is the man known as “Wulrin” including those who associate with his cause known broadly as the Deadmen, are banished from the lands of the League. Should he or any who hold his cause seek it upon themselves to challenge this decree by violating the terms of this banishment, they will be met with imprisonment and execution by method determined fit for his crimes against Veletz and her peoples. For GOD watches over those with good within their hearts and allows them triumph over the evil of this world. I. Information regarding the whereabouts of “Wulrin” and those associates of his shall be reported to the Legion of Burgundy, Knights of the Realm of Veletz, or those involved with the protection of Veletz and her surrounding territories. II. Those involved in or assisting with the apprehension or capture of his person, should he be in violation of the banishment clause hereby decreed, shall report any information regarding the associates of his cause to those tasked with his capture. III. Posters shall hereby be hung throughout the territories in order to increase awareness of the banishment. To deface these posters shall result in a fine of no more than 10 minae. IV. “Wulrin” is suspended of all rights any due visitor to Veletz may be provided. He will be granted no shelter nor amnesty, same as any other of his Iblees-worshipping companions. V. Action to apprehend “Wulrin” and his associates is only permitted within the lands of the League and is not to be attempted abroad less specified by current policy regarding to extradition and apprehension across national boundaries and jurisdictional lines. VI. Anyone found to be “Deadman” shall be vanquished with the ferocity of GOD and their corpse burned so that it may not be raised once more. Those seeking to assist with the cause are encouraged to speak with Sir Hannibal (@Ryanark), Baron Lucas Olivier Reyne (_Sug), Valentin (@vurmy), Captain-General Sir Gaspard van Aert (@M1919). HIS GRACE, Gaspard of the House van Aert, Captain-General of the League of Veletz, Duke of Middelan, First Citizen, Protector of Midlanders, Defender of Dumacracy HIS GRACE, Valentin of the House van Aert, Duke of Blackvale, Count of Pestilles, Patriarch-Dynast of the Pertinaxi, Heidman of the League of Veletz HER LADYSHIP, Saskia of the House van Aert, Heidman of the League of Veletz HIS LORDSHIP, Lucas Olivier de Reyne, Baron of Reyne, Squire, Member of the Legio Burgundiae
  18. @JoanOfArcLarp.

    1. JoanOfArc

      JoanOfArc

      do you have a fringe political ideology? larp

  19. -=oOo=- "For there to be true justice, eventually, there must be an execution. Unfortunately, these follied few have expedited their own..." Mused the Justicar of Azdromoth to those about as he sat upon his gilded throne deep within an underground keep somewhere. -=oOo=-
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