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    Split The Sky

    KAIROS PULLS HIMSELF FROM THE RUINS OF THE MOUNTAIN, his fur charred and skin burned. Upon his form his Labrys nought, but in the belt of another. Then with Fire, it was recalled. From his injured state did he watch the fight, dipping in and out of consciousness, carried to and fro from places of safety. When he watched that Drake fall, did he speak with an archaic tongue; a prayer of solemn.
  2. THE GAZE OF KAIROS tightens upon the missive. A grunt of ambiguous recognition escapes him.
  3. HE OF THE FARTHEST NORTHS LINGERS LOUNGED UPON A SEAT OF ICE; ONE OF THE FIRST TO RECIEVE THIS MISSIVE. HIS NEW VERDANT EYES GAZE UNTO THE EMBLAZONED LETTERING. "Hark! It is true - it must be. So when I sit upon snow weary, it is for my blade hadn't met the Steely Armor of those devout votaries for mere decades. That is it! They stay hiding - Is it cowardice? Is it mercy? Do they not hate us? I shall never know. Or will I? I will; when they stand stolid on the offensive." His foreign drawl would muse, perhaps as a challenge, the digit of its source rubbing the crescent-blade of some archaic weapon.
  4. Kairos looks over the missive, gazing away from it as quick as he saw it.
  5. "This one seems... familiar." A Kharajyr drawls, his gaze set upon the silly depiction of the Thill's face, on the missive carried to him by the winds of fate. He'd read on, and with a change of tone, he'd speak again. "An admirable act."
  6. A Kharajyr reads the missive, nodding as he'd done so. He'd notice an uprising of these incandescent notices & postings flowing around cities these passed few Saint's days, looking to inquire to someone about it. And maybe he'll look for this Druid. Maybe he wont!
  7. "Surely the God's must give them a break at some point." A disgruntled Kharajyr said, whom had just began his journey to the city to exploit their many markets. Perhaps he would go there anyways!
  8. Enlistment Form: Full Name: Sylvester Daedalus Age: 39 Gender: Male Race: Human Religion: Glorious Canonism! [Username: Big_Flopppa] [Discord: big_flopppa#1376]
  9. MC Name: Big_FlopppaRP Name: Sylvester DaedalusCompany Name(if applicable): Sons of Saint TylosDiscord: big_flopppa#1376Will you be participating in the Regatta?: noWill you be participating in the Brawl?: yes
  10. Sylvester Daedalus reads the notice; squinting through his helmet. "How shameful!" He'd instinctively look up, gazing around the square. Just then, he'd remember the white-jacketed individual whom he'd seen earlier near the pole! And a women...
  11. I don't really know you, nor do I know the things that happened to you mister but, life can be difficult. It’s full of trials and tribulations. But always remember; things do get better.
  12. "A shame. Sad, sad day." An Armored Crusader says, standing outside of the Church. A deep feeling of Regret would well up in his feeling; he was there. He could've done something to save them.
  13. Sylvester Daedalus takes a ticket, returning a nod to the volunteer whos handing them out! "Why, perhaps I can get my hands on something to enforce the will of Horen with! Or some metals, atleast!" Walking off with a strut, Sylvester would prepare his Minae for such an auction. IGN: Big_Flopppa RP NAME: Sylvester Daedalus
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