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  1. Isaac signed the lorraine across his chest, pinched fingers pressed against his lips for the while he stood before the limp body. He shared glances with the three men present, offering nothing more than a sullen gaze after.
  2. “Rest well mi hermano, enjoy the show up there.” Isaac blew out the candles in the basement of his residence, leaving behind only a letter for a certain someone.
  3. Laelius buys beer to celebrate the Tiber Brothers’ victory!
  4. THE RENATIAN FREE CORPS “Deus Elegit Fortis” _____________________________________________________________________________________________ The Battle of the Rolling Hills c. 1660 ✠ The Renatian Free Corps was formed upon the remnants of the Phoenix Band, veterans of the Third Atlas Coalition War and War of the Two Emperors. The makeshift organisation of patriots, men and women who still cling true to Renatian ideals and military practices chose to settle within the Duchy of Morsgrad, to fight for the Duke’s good name. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ A missive is distributed to the far corners of the human realms. “To all men of combat prowess and ambition, to all who partook in the sieges on the orcish and dwarven cities, and to all who braved the red walls of Helena, we reach out to you lost brothers and sisters. Our people have once again reunited to settle in the Duchy of Morsgrad, we propose any true Renatian patriots to make the journey to the city and restore ties with their kin. The future is only bright.” The letter ends abruptly. If you seek to join the Renatian Free Corps, fill out of following form and send it to the Morsgrad Post. (OOC Name: ) Name, Age, Sex, Experience,
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    An old courier dashed through the rain, his rhythmic steps echoed not far, but enough to stop Isaac in his work. The young man stood to take the unsealed letter, yanking it out to read. “Tiberius has fallen.” there were only three words, yet they valued much more. Isaac froze, his knees buckled and fell to the muddied ground, hand clenched tightly onto the now crumpled letter. “My true brother..” he choked on his own words, a chill ran up his spine to pierce his heart “There’s so much I wanted achieve with you, so much I wish I could tell you right now.. but there’s no time for anything- not even last words, not even a last gesture.” He set his gaze to above, as if he wished to see young Tiberius once more. “Except goodbye.” he propped up, shoving the letter into a pocket “Our promise will be kept and seen through.”
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    The Response

    as mentioned communication between both sides was more than thorough during the whole event, TrendE updating me on their readiness/status from the beginning to end. Things were agreed upon and went smoothly before staff intervention, I even found the event fun and suitable to pk my main char. The blacklist is rather unreasonable, and to say the focus is to ‘encourage dynamic roleplay’ … free this man
  8. Rozmeo never thought he’d see the Ben Quadinaros so soon. With his son’s mighty book collection, as well a heavy heart, he trudged through the docks, loading crates onto the towering vessel. “Farewell my son, my brothers-in-arms. We will meet once more.. as fate permits.” A few embraces, some last exchanged words, he disembarks, remaining by the docks until the ship disappeared into the horizon.
  9. Rozmeo arrived at Arcas from a much lesser vessel than that of Ben Quadinaros, returning early from the festivities. A letter was presented to him by a messenger soon after he disembarked with nothing more than a blade and sack of baked taters. Striding through the port, he’d notice the familiar seal over the letter; though tired, the curious man opened the letter eagerly, reading the contents within. “Vincere est vivere” he muttered the phrase once more, a bittersweet grin forming over his weary face. He mounted a steed, riding north to home.
  10. Rozmeo lazily pulled out the spear he had planted earlier from the ground, then motioned the others for departure. The sun hit its peak as the meeting with the Vaeyl concluded, though its warmth didn’t help so much to counteract the unseasonal chill that came with the wind. The Legionnaires steadily descended from the hilltop fort, both in hand and mind important information that concerns not only humans, but all inhabitants of Atlas. The tired man took a quick glance upon the hill after he passed the black banners marked with white, and rhetorically asked the soldier who trudged alongside, “To go through the ice wall and beyond.. doesn’t seem like we have a choice, don’t we?
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    Veik is born and raised in the capital city Presa de Madera. He is the son of Milaxel and Alaine Sancladi, twin to Kima Sancladi (brother-sister). Milaxel served in the Armed Forces of the Kingdom of Santegia, following Veik’s grandfather path, who served under the Duchy of Savina. Alaine became disabled after an accident with a carriage. Although Veik wants to join the military just likes his predecessors, his father strongly opposes his wish, forcing him to work as a small merchant along with his twin. Veik has increasingly become more passionate about serving as a soldier, secretly training himself with a sword. Milaxel soon caught up with what Veik was planning, and threatened to disown him if he continues his practices. Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing, but Veik does feel concerned about his mother and twin sister.
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