Roguechaotic

"THEO..." Is all the Harbinger said at reading of his promotion "Don't disappoint me more...by picking a weakling"

A lone figure in dark armor with bits of red simply watches and waits among each and every settlement, waiting for its next display...who would be next?

After dropping off their body and the note he would take a stroll back into the cold white wilderness "I wonder if this city will actually take my threat seriously unlike the last two" For now around every corner, every rooftop of the city, and every moment you feel yourself alone He watches...

Wyn Larian sits in his bed long since awake from the dream as he stared down at his hands "The time has arrived, we shall not perish before we return this beast once more to its grave" he would then leave his bed, dressing, and heading out at the crack of dawn intended on speaking with a certain friend of his.

Wyn Larian would cast the missive unto his nightside table sitting up in bed for once in seemingly ages "Its time I refined my skills...theres much to do"

STOP! You've violated the law, pay the court a fine or serve your sentence.

Wyn smile brightens upon reciveing the missive, eager to be at a party he didnt need to guard for a change.

Wyn Larian simply unpacks an odd garment he found, that didn't allow him the sensation of extreme hot nor cold, dusting it and setting it out for the event to come. "It's time I showed my true worth out in the world" as he went about preparing to answer the call.

A young apprentice waits long bow and missive in hand upon a cold stone wall... A bloody day was rounding the corner and time was something he knew there was not much left of.

Dear Void Walker, As one who has walked beside many a mage as their close quarters protecter I've seen much yet understand it at the bare minimum. Even holding upon voidal rings for a time I still know nothing of the void as a whole and wish to undergo study in such. Aswell as one who's been cast aside many a time like the peels of an orange, I find it time that I may put down my sword and try for something more. I'm sure you've seen many things as have myself, so I do hope you consider me in your mind even for but a moment. - Sincerely, Aeonn

Name: Aeonn Age: Somewhere in the 100's lost count Culture: None Reason for Enlistment: Needing a purpose again Experience (if any): The entire Inferi War, The night of monsters in Arcas, Frost Witch attack. ((MC Name)): RogueChaotic ((Discord Tag)): RC~#3417

Belberith is a quiet and mostly to himself Archer who really only values his teacher and the first friend he made. Then there Is Wyn who wants to give a hug to just about everyone he meets and spread positivity, while also wanting to be strong enough to protect everyone.

what am i?

A flag bearing a crimson jolly roger rises. The bounty target won't be safe on land- -or at sea...

Skin Name: Genus Hound Knight Skinner's Username/Discord: RC~#3417 Bid: $6

Aeonn would simply smile on fishing on the dock of elvenesse pondering reading the missive " Seems the roads once more will need cleaning... "

Pale Travler Bid:$6 Discord: RC~#3417

The Waystone Corporation ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᚨᛁᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖ ᚲᛟᚱᛈᛟᚱᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ As issued 12th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 54 of the Second Age Authored by BDanecker The Eight Precepts ᛏᚺᛖ ᛖᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᛈᚱᛖᚲᛖᛈᛏᛋ ____________________________________________________________ “Fear confined, to the depths of my mind — for what could be such a threat to me, the conqueror of time?❞ Formed in the wake of the Infernal Invasion, the Eight Precepts is a council of Eight Descendants who stands strong in the face of whatever dark forces move against the lands. Iconized by their embodiment of the emotions of that infernal war, these warriors, mages, and alchemists have bound together in a tight-knit bond rivaling that of family ties as brothers and sisters at arms. The ideals of the Eight Precepts hold them to balance and order; rather than fighting for the light or dark, they walk a path of grey that guides their actions. These ideals are listed below, and are upheld by the Eight themselves. While there are many members in the organization that are not the Eight themselves, the purpose of these handful are to ensure the harmony of the guild and set the directives as needed. The Eight Precepts currently reside at The Waystone Corporation’s Wayside Tavern, serving as their base of operations on the second floor. Within these times of global safety, they have taken up the pastime of beast hunting, conquering beasts such as the famous Cracadonk or even Prairie Dulks, keeping their fighting edge honed should any dark forces march upon the land of Almaris. IDEALS OF THE EIGHT PRECEPTS AND THEIR FOLLOWERS "To spill the blood of innocence is to grow yourself the horns of a monster" “Monsters are those who seek imbalance, and to cause the end.” "Be them nobleman or Peasant, we do not judge worth in coin but in character, for we are all equal in our final breath" “There is no true right or wrong in the world, only choices...some we regret and others we cherish" "We do not involve in the petty matters of nations and wars of kingdoms" "To much light blinds us, To much darkness and it creeps into our minds....to have both is to live" Location: This business is located at the Wayside Tavern, directly on the path to Urguan from Eastfleet.

The wanderer frowns at seeing such division among the people... "Such ignorance...something this trivial at the moments before such threats against us all await at our doorstep" With that he dragged his greatsword along in his wake, as he strolled into the dragon city.

The Wanderer makes his way off to rally his men, along with delveing into any old scriptures that may hold a clue to what the markings and such mean.

The Wanderer simply shakes his head at the paper crumpling and tossing it aside "...And when I ask for a duel everyone says no"

The Wanderer gazes his orbs across the missive shaking his heae "How many times has it been now..."as he shook his head knowing like always this wouldnt end well for his friend.

The Wanderer awaits to watch either the green of life or the red flames of death previal, to him it matters not who wins, only with how they choose to use such victory. For the natural balance is shifting...

The Wanderer still holds his grudge for the blood of his friend spilled under the Chancellors time...

Aeonn would rally his guild after reading the invitation, after all most assassination attempts happen at large events, and theyll be there to foil any should they come to light.