Auriel_

“Memento Mori.” He said such, turning to his children.

 A thrice damned mage frowned as the news reached him in his decaying citadel; not even knowing of his injuries, the man frowned so deeply as he sunk further into his den of depravity and sadness- the war was too much! And it had taken yet another old friend. The elf then closed his eyes and drifts on into a deep slumber, assuming this was a cruel joke.

(im unsure if you meant to use someones ooc name but if u did it was p funny)

“I know not the concepts of self-preservation and cultural standing in these lands it still seems foreign to me.”

Some idiot mercenary.

“Rest in peace.”

some dumb elf and or reiter

"Rip."

Said some reiter.

“Why is this poor man not leading his legions when’st his kith and kin are captured!”

Some reiter comments.

Someone sighs, a deeper sadness taking hold as he writes 'RIP' in a document, frowning.

“Ave Windsor.”

Some sad elf now comments, frowning with a deep degree of sadness.

didnt pk him like a ***** and it's a decision that'll probably haunt me but w/e.

auriel is a dumb mage who ive been playing for nearly three or so years since vailor, kinda fallen out of wanting to play him all the same.

lucius, my new character who I've been playing alot thanks to @Khan is a rlly fun time. ik the history reiters had n wanted to play one for awhile so uh, yeah.

"Deus vult!" 

Some zealous idiot.

“god be with rodrik”

some dumb elf

 On a particular platform supported by the primordial essences of a timeless void, an elf ponders victory, pyrrhic as it were. The eververses’ expanse visible in the eyes of it’s very beholder. It held it’s scepter as rifts slowly pour open as it begins deconstructing things very slowly. A relief effort, and a repairing one. Slowly, bodies drift up to wherein they would be sent, swallowed into the neverending – the ponderances fell as it were when the city began to slowly be repaired.

“My will to live is empowered by divine dignity; dragons swallow whole the damned.”

“How cruel.” Some elf comments at such a horror, frowning deeply.

YAHOO!

“This is really some top tier banter I just got knocked the **** out near the end of the battle bro I don’t know what’s going on.”

Some elf remarks.

looks like a good way to metagame
only other gripe is the reference pics, definitely cartoony and stuff.

“executed you in the streets for loving blood mages your existence is about as forfeit as mine is”

some dumb elf

A Black Reiter whistles the tune, smiling ever the slight as he dreams of defending Loches Walls.

1 hour ago, SourDough said:

"Are you saying the elven mind fungus can travel?" Asks an old man, "This is concerning."

“As a bit of an expert on our race- it can.. it’s very concerning.” The elf sadly concludes.

literally just not sure

be well in life

IPK forces begin to solidify and loot the area of corpses, outfitting fresh and youthful recruits- bolstered by the battle won by wit and sheer strength of will.

12 minutes ago, SourDough said:

A peasant wonders how this man is alive. The fellow stares at him quizically, before the answer dons on him, and starts screaming. “HE’S A ******* UNDEAD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“OH NOOOOOOO!”

He screams, screeeing!

Hears the news, he couldn’t believe it of course, but he does remember executing a majority of the snow elven legions as it were.

“Woah, I’m famous!”

Just now, Archbishop said:

“Says the mage whom affiliates himself with creatures of chaos, the majority of the people in the capital who follows this Staunton ‘emperor’ are heretics.” replied Zachery.

“You hear it here, good faithful people, he doesn’t even deny breaking the Lex Arcanum and turning his back on God.”

the mage squeals in good faith

“The Archbishop dines and drinks with pagan, ichor-bending scum. We needn’t hear his traitorous words any longer.”

Someone cackled from the side, odd.

“This is too much.” 

He mutters under his breath, nodding his head singularly as he just considered the events of the past day- shaking his neck ever the slight.