Valaryon

"Beware, beware, the Inquisitor comes." said the aged Ser Tytos. He ran his fingers across the surface of the parchment, and looked upon the surface of his digits momentarily. He mulled over the ominous prophetical ramblings from his broodling, unsure of the future before his kin.

Tytos the Drake reads the missive that Antonius had handed to him, looking back to his cousin he spoke. "Is it time then mine cousin?"

To Ser Antonius Vilac,

My dearest cousin, you have made the lineage we both hold so dear proud. There is without a doubt that you are worthy of the title and the history of the blood that runs within our veins. This is the beginning of your life, there is still so much ahead of you. You will now have more than myself and your brothers-in-arms to turn to in times of need, but a wife as well! Steel yourself, do her honor and treat her as one worthy of the name she is about to take. You fill me with great pride as I watch you journey through this life of the unknown, do not let me or your forefathers before us down. You are destined for greatness young Vilac. Press forward, ever forward.

To Tatiana var Ruthern,

Tatiana, I could not have chosen a better suitor for mine own cousin. I look fondly upon him like a son if I had ever had any of mine own. The journey you are about to take will bind yourself to him, and to the legacy he wears upon his shoulders. Yet neither of you shall face the storms of life ahead alone, the Dragon Knights are bound to the young Vilac. We shall be your shield in times of hardship and your sword in times of strife. Be worthy of what you are about to be bestowed with, we spoke at length about what being a Vilac means. Ensure he is a good husband to you, and ensure he never strays from the path of righteousness that he walks.

Mad respect for taking the time to sit down with nearly two-hundred players and having to get screamed at for over an hour. It shows you care, I hope this test goes well and I know the Community respects you and this new Admin Team much more with the efforts you all have shown to listening to the community.

This post is anti-Dragon. I do not support this.
However, I am being threatened with death. +1

Pun lore, therefore based.

Based.

based poggers poggers based

Treshure typed this on my forum acc

Well earned. It's about time your efforts were recognized. 

Good to see it happening. Honestly thought we'd be stuck here for years dealing with this like Nexus. Thank you guys for listening to the players, even if it did take a while. Mad respect.

Tytos 'the Drake' huffed to himself as he read the missive being sent. He lowered the parchment upon the table and looked to Ser Antonius and spoke. "It's quite amusing how I was just speaking to this Lord of Ruthern regarding marriage and courtship. I had no idea he himself was to be betrothed. Of course we will attend Cousin." He affirmed. "I will need to get out of this suit of armor won't I?" Tytos concluded.

I have sinned.

"Based." Said a certain Laraethryn from Haelun'or as he saw his Sohaer and his people were invited.

PROSPECTIVE BACHELOR FORM
IGN: Remeron
Name: Crumena of Kamees
Age: 800
Bank account balance: Xan's Light
Hobbies: Flaking
One interesting fact about yourself: I am infertile
Why should Tatiana choose you?: I am infertile

The Okarir'san pasted the missive on his refrigerator door.

ELUITHOLNEAR,

My dearest Brother, and Second Eldest of our Knights. Your words honor me and my purpose beyond what I can write. Venture forth unto the frozen North that you challenge and put all who oppose our Father's whim to the sword. Steel the flame in your heart and you shall never falter. When you return we shall speak of the history of our Order and of our kin. There is much to learn if you or our cousin is to lead us to everlasting victory. Much of the road we walk has been traversed by our ancestors once before, we must succeed where they have failed.

Do not forget who you are Zey'mah - and the blood that runs through your veins.

Your Blade,

Agkulaan

Genuinely surprised.

Farewell @Riftblade. Thank you for everything you've done for me, and done for the server through undoing much of Flam's mismanagement.

lmao what a loser
/s

amogus

My CA/TA is hidden.

7 minutes ago, thiccpazuzu said:

Maenor would go over the paper with great care, from within the safe confines of his newly decorated Haelun'orian apartment, despite hearing it be read before. "Curious how Nelgauth always comes up in Othelu's writings, despite being Sohaer for less than half of the Republic's existence. He must be infatuated with him or something." concluded the 'thill as he threw the piece of paper into the fire "But of course, it is Nelgauth who is the impure, not the insidious Silvyr who would kill babes for profit, or the lickspittle Zelios who not long ago sang songs of praise to Celiasil, or the deceiver they still call Maheral." he sneered sarcastically as a final note, resuming his usual business thereafter.

"Nelgauth Maehr'tehral was an openly homosexual and cross-breeding Elf who was also proven in a Silver Court to be a practitioner of Dark Magic and a harborer of the Shade Parasite. Remind me again why naming this specific Mali as a Mali'ata is of any inconvenience to you or any less credible." Caledor would write in response.

He continued. "One of the greatest champions of the false-Republic was this Mali - and the Maheral who lorded over him allowed his impure actions. The false-Republic is and was quite literally the most degenerative state of the High Elven culture ever. To contend otherwise is to deny your own history and to deny reality. Do not continue down the path of the Mali'ata."

Why should I lower my tone?

Memes aside, Werew0lf, Milen - what has been your single most favorite experience on Lord of the Craft to date?

17 minutes ago, Spoons said:

devvy u eat ranch on ramen, anything u say cannot be taken srsly

Caledor Laraethryn collapsed upon the sofa, and kicked up his feet inside his Sister's shop. "The culmination of months of our work finally coming to fruition." Caledor stated, with a sigh of sweet relief. "Kolvar, Kiljarys, Thoras - may he rest, and I - we toiled day and night for months on this bastion of Silver. For you, my Sister and for all the Mali'thill who seek shelter amongst their own kind." He smiled as he continued. "Through the ashes of the false republic have we been reborn, in the flames of passion has the Phoenix of Haelun'or risen again. Let us learn from the mistakes of our Elders."

Caledor closed his eyes and laced his fingers in his lap. "For now, I rest." Caledor spoke, surrounded by his family and friends who bustled with energy on the future that lay before the Sons of Silver.