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  1. Grains of sand blew in a faint breeze, raising dunes like the swells upon a mighty open ocean - an ocean scorched by sunlight, unsetting and unforgiving. The desert was endless, as far as the eye could see. Barren of life signs, save for the faintest footsteps of a lone wanderer.

    The years ground on, but still, Albéric marched under the blazing heat. Only now, the temperature was a comfort. A familiar warmth in which he found solace and purpose. He was at peace beneath the sun’s sapphire rays, the celestial body his witness and constant companion.


    Redwulf…

    The name repeated in his mind with eerie familiarity as though given an age prior. He was someone else now - something more than just Albéric. He was a vessel destined for growth.

  2. MC Name:

             Andustar

     

    Character's Name:

             Redwulf

     

    Character's Age:

             75

     

    What feat(s) will you be learning?

             Keeper of Xan

     

    Teacher's MC Name:

             SquakHawk

     

    Teacher's RP Name:

             Xan - Aengul of Order and Guardianship

     

    Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

             Yes

     

    Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

             N/A

     

    Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

             Yes

     

  3. There was no triumph in capturing the lonely tower, for a grievous toll was exacted upon the besiegers. Albéric too was vexed by the outcome, tending to Ser Sterling in the aftermath. He had come so close to finishing the Vicar himself, only for the necromancer to slip away with merely a cut to tell of their brief encounter.

     

    He now patrolled the territory with renewed conviction, eager to root out the festering taint.  

    "Run and cower, darkspawn. Next time, I'll leave you with more than just a mere scratch."

     

  4. "Elena..." Albéric was no stranger to the loss of comrades. Yet, the death of one so devoted and eager shook him. "One chapter ends, another begins. May you serve dutifully alongside our lord. We shall meet again, someday."

  5. "You were no thug, nor a beast. You're a man, capable of making mistakes like anyone else." Marcus stated plainly, "And we mustn't let our mistakes define us. You may no longer serve as the Knight Commander, but neither shall your efforts and contributions be forgotten."
     

    The Prince set aside the missive,
    "I believe this was the right decision. Now, put your mind towards new ventures, Ser Aimo. I'm certain you'll find your way again."

  6. Spoiler

     

     


    THE UNTOLD COST

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    The attack had come in the night, homes burning with their occupants scattered in fear. The perpetrators cackled, spilling blood and looting with a keen eye for valuables. In the years since the continental war that had wracked Aevos, an exacting toll fell upon the Commonwealth. There was much to rebuild amid the stricken countryside - a suitable environment for lawlessness and brigands. 

     

    A peasant tore at the ground with chipped nails, a highwayman dragging him by his hair. He felt the onset of tears as a diminished granary, already pressured by a poor harvest, was pilfered. They threw his body to the dirt; he was weak and malnourished. Dark eyes bore down upon him, and he could do nothing but plead. 

     

    “Mercy, please! We ain’t got nothin’ to spare!”
     

    A wicked smile was the last thing his eyes perceived. The cold bite of steel ran through him, and the darkness embraced him.

     

    “Tear this place apart, lads! Leave nothin’ unturned!”

     

    The brigands had no concept of mercy but only what they stood to gain. Screams echoed through the night as the massacre continued and flames consumed all. A red sun soon broke across the river valley, revealing nothing but smouldering remains and the stench of death. 

     

     


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    [!] The noticeboard in Vallagne bore a new bounty.


     

    To the Petran People,

     

    A band of brigands has taken to plundering outlying villages within our borders. They are emptying granaries, looting valuables and slaughtering the inhabitants. I call upon all able-bodied members of the populace to put their names forward and aid in eliminating these vile men before tragedy strikes another village. 

     

    Whoever should return with the head of their leader will receive an ample reward of two-hundred minas.

     


     

    SIGNED,

    HIS HIGHNESS, Marcus Antonius of the Petra
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    HIS EXCELLENCY, Rigoberto de la Cruz

    Vice-Chancellor of the Petra, Mayor of Vallagne, 

    Headmaster of the Society of the Exalted Horen

     

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    Spoiler

    OOC Note


    This is a player-run CRP event, the conflict being between bandits and citizens of the Commonwealth. The date and time are flexible and will be established based on whenever participants are available. As for attendance, it will be first come first served - with preference being shown towards members of the Petran community. Players are encouraged to tackle this event as a group, with the player cap currently being a maximum of five. This is, however, subject to change.

    If you are interested in participating, please send a message to ‘gilthemariner’ on Discord!

     

  7. "It's one thing to rebuke a man for prejudice. But to challenge him to a duel, whilst acknowledging he's a cripple?"
    A wandering knight read the missive with disdain, recalling the oath he had sworn many moons ago.
    "Thou shalt constitute thyself the defender of the weak..." - "It appears chivalry truly is dead."

  8. 4 hours ago, Narthok said:
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    Bro I'm sorry but these titles are actually getting snow elf tier.  Half of these toons have no land and no levies but are grand arch fleeper. It is okay to be a baron or a count!!

     

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    Don't you have better things to do?

     

  9. A UNION LONG OVERDUE


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    Dearest friends, family, and citizens of the Commonwealth,

     

    His Highness the Archduke of Vallagne, Marcus Antonius, and Her Ladyship, Emeline Josephine, cordially invite you to their devoted union in matrimony. The wedding shall be held within the Chapel of Saint Edmund, to which all peoples of the realm are welcome. Afterwards, a public reception will take place within the city square and tavern. 

     

    [7PM EST, SATURDAY THE 2ND]
     


     

    Special invites are delivered to the following:

     

    Her Majesty, Catherine Arabella, Queen of Petra, and her esteemed pedigree

    Her Majesty, Renilde Helena, Queen-Emeritus of Petra, and her esteemed pedigree

    His Royal Highness, Paul Alexander, Duke of Valfeur, and his esteemed pedigree

     

    And the people of the Commonwealth

     

    His Princely Grace, Alfred Konstanz Barclay, Prince of Sutica, and his esteemed pedigree

    His Serene Highness, Leon Anton Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz, and his esteemed pedigree

    House Barclay

     

    And the people of Reinmar and Minitz 

     

    HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Marcus Antonius of the Petra

    Archduke of Vallagne, Count of Cantal, Master of the Hunt of the River Court of the Commonwealth

     

    HER LADYSHIP, Emeline Josephine Barclay

     

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    News travelled swiftly throughout the Canonist realms. The High Pontiff was dead, assassinated by servants of the Deceiver. The common people gossiped, and some even grieved, but none appeared quite as stunned as the wandering hedge knight.

    Albéric trembled with anger, but never raised his voice. He could have cursed whoever bore the blade 'til daybreak, but why offer them a rhythm to cackle over? He would offer his lamentation in silence; only the heavens above would bear witness. Most would offer their condolences for the death of a holy man, but Albéric would fondly remember his younger brother. The bothersome middle-child with a knack for irritation.

     

    If only they could have had one last conversation. There were still matters to discuss.
    "Another day, perhaps..."

  11. ". . ." Albéric stirred as word of her passing reached his ears. "Elena. Cousin." They had been closer in their youth, in spite of the occasional verbal spat. But regardless of what differences manifested in later years, his admiration for her mind remained. Besides that, she was family - someone the wandering knight cared for, albeit in a reserved manner.

    He felt greater pain still for the Princess' family. For Robyn, Tristan, Caelia and Percival.

    "Let us pay our respects. We travel to Balian," he stated to his household.
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