Askuzai

IGN: Askuzai Persona: Ezira Hops Persona id: #6745

This news really sucks. It's very unfortunate that she has passed. I had only talked with Pebbles once or twice in the Norland vc and she was pretty chill. I guessed the right answer to their riddle which was "Winter". So that was fun, I forgot the actual riddle though. I never did get to see her artwork and drawings. I hope that she rests in peace.

An ancient shipwright by the name of Henry wonders if he'll have work to return to.

Sweyn of Nowhere bearer of the Sword of the Maheral from ancient lands watches this conflict closely. So closely that he was in the Haelunorian throne room at the time of the war declarations! The time may well draw near that the blade finds its way back into the hands of its rightful ruler or perhaps he will lose it in a bet.

Chadmyr Edvardsson Ruric in his afterlife had been partying all night in the Allfathers hall. He had a gotten a great need for a wee. So he walked drunkenly outside the hall and went to piss down the well into the low realms below. He had seen with great sight blessed to him by the Allfather the letter that had been sent, and thus, he aimed his stream for whatever roof Astrid slept under that night, as well as her father's, and King Vane's too for good measure. "That'll teach em. Fuckin Eirikssons." he had buttoned up his pants after having pissed all over the Freysson Norlandic kingdom for that nights rain. We bully our kings here. This action, of course, led into a subsequent brawl between the spirits of The Edvardssons, The Freyssons, and The Eirikssons broken only by the Allfather himself.

rip

Dramyr never did much participate in the grand sport of table jumping, However, the well renowned kicks he committed against others were not gained simply by the passing of the wind, but of Dramyr passing the wind while he ran around the Ashwood tree. This was long standing tradition that had existed since the first sprout of the Ashwood and he wasnt about to let it die.

"Amen" said Henry, as he was too fervent in his prayer to actually listen to the speech today.

Dramyr Edvardsson Ruric immediately considers ashing Ragnvald out of the Ruric family tree.

Dramyr had seen the woman comment as he walked by the grouping, and on seeing her cold eyes, decided not to interact in person. A headache was not in his best interest at the moment, but on reading another poster down the road a headache is what he got. Later in the day, Dramyr laid down a copy of the Norlandic Code of Law outside of Aylins door with a note attached to it. There was a knock, and with that, he had left to finish some other errands. The note read as follows: "The amount of banned items that make their way into Norland are so few there scarcely needs to be a large list and instead the law acts as a sweeping notion. Nothing is automatically accepted. In this law document, The one everyone has abided by for decades, it clearly states that anything arcane is illegal without explicit permission from Keepers for use. The only permissible variants of arcane arts are Chi, Paladanism, Druidism, Shamanism, and the reamended Housemagery. The High Keeper, Myself, must be made aware when it comes to the matter of objects and artifacts, whether it comes into the realm or if one wishes to hold ownership over such an object. If a list of those owning these objects were made public it could pose a threat to the owners of such items by those greedy, thus I have not made it public, but on this new situation perhaps I have to rethink my decision. Perhaps I will now distribute papers for individual use. As for banishment, I have yet to banish anyone and am myself was not made aware of Inuis banishment, as I leave for pilgrimage too often to catch wind of it. In her case I have little knowledge of her, spare being present during the parley and in her new brazen attempt to undermine Norland I personally despise her omission that the vote to go to war by the Chieftains of all of Norland and its vassals was Seven to One, only opposed by the Nria clan, and if I were a chieftain itd have been Six to Two, my word as but a mere Keeper at the time held too little sway to change minds in the last defining moments. The De Astreas were one such clan who voted in favor of the war. In any case, it was not some monarchal Tyranny that made the final decision to go to war, but the collective of Norland's vassals, the Capital, and their leaders. And, with these posters Inui has admitted to breaking laws several times and I can clearly see why such a banishment would have been put in place. A diplomat who doesn't read the law is a very strange thing and surely she must be aware by now that diplomatic immunity is not such a thing in Norland without prior invitation. I will see that a proper banishment list is made, lest it already be hidden in some corner, then it will be thrust back into the light. This fuss has already grown too large. If there is some other conflict do send me a letter. Allfather guide you." - High Keeper Dramyr Edvardsson

I think i won again

goodbye mr tech man, you were good

the return of the snelfs. if only they were the samurai snelfs

i think i won

Praise be mousemen

Dramyr was shocked! He had never expected such a well written call to action to come from outside Norlands pacts and allies. "I knew it! These monsters of Oren have done wrong under their god!" he exclaimed, shocked that he was previously right on such a thing. "For as many laws as Oren holds to façade a system of Justice; They showed their lack of with their actions thusfar. Let us hope Justice resparks within them and something comes of this. Allfather willing. He is Justice." Dramyr prayed, directly to the Allfather, before walking around the land of Norland to set a runed stone on each of the Paragon shrines as patronage. "May the dead be at peace. May they keep dreams of the good moments."

"Well, as I hear, earlier in the day The Orenian horde had abandoned their entire fort when confronted with a small band. So aye, they were certainly too cowardous to see actual warriors." spoke Dramyr "We started this war due to Oren lacking honor, and it seems that Orenia continues to display such lack in not only words but actions too. For shame."

"I spy with my little eye potential evidence of War crimes." he stashes one of the leaflets away for safekeeping, for there were several things potently off with the writing. "Poor girl. So much chaos so soon, So many women and children already attacked by the Orenian horde. The first thing they do is ignore the calls to spare women and children and instead target them. Their god would call them sinners." Dramyr sighed, moving to clean up the minor wake the Orenians left on the poor peasant town.

"Ah murdering women and children, How canonist." said Dramyr with a sigh, looking at the small devastation, but glad that many had survived to tell the tale. He had bodies to collect and Death rites to perform. May they be with the Allfather now.

Directly looking at the aftermath, alongside his comrades, was Dramyr. Who had the very fresh memory of an Orenian attack on the Norlandic peasant town of Elysium. It had only been about an hour prior. "Well looks like that one priests call to not harm women or children fell on really deaf ears." he said, knowing some who had been killed and who were missing, likely kidnapped. Luckily some had survived by hiding in their homes.

"And to think such small and simple actions could have been taken to avoid this! Nice one Oren!" said Dramyr with a chuckle

Its time to enter the bunker

Keeper Dramyr examines a pristine red apple for a little while and sets it down only after abolishing any impurities of the surface. Scuffs and the like, a fleck of dirt, and he bent the stem of the apple till it was held in unremarkable position. A pure apple. Only once this was done did he cast his eyes down to the several scriptures that had made their way into his ashen quarters. "I must be dreaming again. Too many dreams have I had where it turned out to be false or half-truth. Mm mm, but this seems too real - Perhaps my penance nearly finished. My five year sleep repaid." a radiant smile crept beneath his porcelain mask at the return of the Essay wars, a rare sight, the more he read the more he enjoyed himself. Yet his fun for the night was not meant to last and had been cut too short to form a response - Distant screeches and skitterings from the depths of the temple's caves had caught his attention. Something was coming. He had to fight. "******* spiders."

"Am.. Am I still asleep?" Dramyr questions his sanity with all the things that have happened so quickly.