Dyl

Ser Vladimir smiles upon knowing his good friends in Amathine are now allies! He plans to spend more time traveling between the two realms. Friends with Amathine means more food for him to enjoy! The Hero can be a hero to more than just the Haeseni!

Ser Vladimir nods and goes to greet the eventual monarch. If he is still around, he'll surely be tasked with guarding the newborn as he grows up.

Vladimir carried Analiesa to the Basilica slowly, it was a sad reality he was coming to terms with as he carried her lifeless corpse. I wish... his thoughts ran rampant, I wish I had more time. There was much more I wanted to say. He closed her eyes, the last time he would ever see those beautiful emerald eyes. The pain was too much for him to bear, but he had to be strong. "Vladimir, promise me you will protect the children..." "I... I promise." He responded with hesitation. He had hoped he could save her, to ward off the impending darkness of death, but he knew all too well. Once Analiesa had decided something, nothing short of God's own power could stop her. The two shared a kiss, and at the one point, it seemed that all the chaos between them, all the fire, the storms, all of it had calmed down. There was nothing but the two of them. Analiesa was floating away from him, as Vladimir stood in his spot, unable to save her. "Perhaps in another life, we were married..." Analiesa nodded her head, but stayed quiet. This would be the last time the two would ever see each other, at least in life. Vladimir kept his eyes to the floor as he exited the manor, he hoped that when he died, the two would reunite, but that would hopefully come later. In the end, they did not depart as Ser Vladimir, the Knight Paramount, and Her Serene Highness, Analiesa Josefina, the Princess Royal. It was Ana and Vlad...

The Knight Paramount stood on the dock as Georg departed. He waved to his old friend as he set sail. "Good luck Georg..." He murmured to himself. He looked as the monarch waved back to him, they did not share a last name, nor any blood, but the two were brothers. Ser Vladimir was one of the few who knew the truth, a secret he knew he could not share. "I'll miss you brother, it was an honor..." Tear began to fall as Ser Vlad smiled, remembering the adventures he and Georg had throughout their time. He remembered their many trips to Celia'nor, many trips to Balian, and the many secret assignments entrusted to him by Georg. "Stefan will be fine Georg!" He called out to the monarch, unsure if Georg could hear him. His voice faltered, "Perhaps you will find my son..." He nodded to Idril and Aurelion, the other two on the dock. The knight made his back to into the city, for he had to share the news of Georg's 'death'. This was the final task he had to carry out as a knight underneath Georg I.

Ser Vlad wishes he got a personal invite to the wedding....

The Knight-Paramount grimaced upon hearing word of Ser Baldrum's death. He shook with anger, not at the fallen knight, but himself. "How many will Ea lose? How many more of my knights will fall?" He looked up to the sky, isolating himself. He had committed to memory the name of every knight, squire, and page that had fallen while he had been Knight-Paramount. "Gio, Cirilla, Jakob, Anatoliy..." he counted, pausing after each name, "And now Baldrum..." Tears fell from the Knight-Paramount, "Spasiba for vyr service my friend, and Ea wish vy luck in vyr final quest..."

A knight paced back and forth in his keep as he received word of the Princess' disownment from his squire. "Godan... Ea knew she had Adrian sympathies, but to kill vyr own papej..." He shook his head and balled up the notice, tossing it aside. No longer would he hesitate, from now on, his movements needed to be precise- and without remorse.

if this passes, can i have my lightning axe back? i lost it when the magic got shelved

@ErikAzog hermano, love ya kid!

Ready to commentate this exciting matchup @Cracker

"Can humans get a membership too?" Ser Vlad ponders as he walked by the gym.

bye mom and dad (reserved)

Wandering throughout the world, an aged man of Ba'as received word of the Oyashiman warlord's presence within the lands of Almaris. He wondered where the new lord had retired to, and the tales this new lord could tell: perhaps he might seek out Dinnerbone.

"And I survive another one of my kin..." To Isa, there were very few people he could actually say he loved, he could count them on one hand. From his time in Oren to his self-exile to Ba'as then his return to Haense, there were very few people he held affection for. He did not come to Haense to make a new life originally, he was there to watch over his niece, one of the last Rhenyari in Almaris. The then Prince Karl came to him, asking for his permission to let Amadea assume the surname of Basrid, and formally join the House so that she may truly marry him as a member of nobility. Isa quickly allowed it, he knew she'd bring honor and prestige to the Basrid name, no this was really not about blood ties, but ambition... or was it? It was thanks to her however, that he was able to shed the past, and begin anew. It was thanks to Amadea that he wed once again, marrying the Lady Margot Baruch. It was thanks to her that his children were accepted not as foreigners, but as Haeseni. "It was thanks to you Amadea..." Soon after that Isa had a family once again, people to look after. Each time he'd go to count his children, he'd miscount, stopping at seven rather than six. "That's right, you were my niece..."

Ser Vladimir also goes hunting.

Isa Basrid receives word of the Fourth Duma, frowning as he read it. He'd quickly fetch pen and paper, and write to the king, "Your Majesty," the letter began, "are we not Crows? Where is Basrid's invite to the Duma?" He'd seal the letter and send it off to the monarch.

lol naruto puppet jutsu, I love it

cool poll but the real question is what the best side is at thanksgiving dinner

Vladimir wandered into the kitchen, grabbing several cookies. He’d afterwards fall asleep in the apartments, and fart on the Duke’s bed, cookie crumbles everywhere.