Tha_Mystery_Man

MC Name: Tha_Mystery_Man Category: Music Content: Jenny Bobs literally just PM’d me and told me to follow the format and now we are here I suppose. I blame him entirely

A figure lays atop the spire of a continuously growing rock. It continues to look down upon the realm. “Fate is secured. Now all there is to do is follow through.” It ponders.. what nation shall be first..?

Trade Prince Myst Uialben finds it funny that random human duchy #17 is attempting to call Sutica irrelevant. "Maybe if this human duchy didnt try and leech off of antagonism of certain nations for nothing more than a slight boost in their ego, we'd be more worried about this. Oh well."

Trade Prince Mystery Uialben sheds a tear at the acknowledgement of his leadership supremacy, and praise over that of his blessed children. “Godspeed.”

Mystery Uialben, Trade Prince of Sutica, has absolute belief and confidence that Jimbo Uialben can munt the f*ck out of any possible competitor, as he is the true powerful lad of Sutica.

"Man this is pretty great timing." says a casual ex-Prince

TO THE BLESSED AND PURE MALI OF HAELUN’OR It deeply disappoints me that the Silver Council could not come and speak with the Princes of the Trade Federation before making this post, however we realize that you deeply enjoy making pretty posters for emphasis, so we kindly understand. Now, onto the topic in question. THANIA is a group of braindead mages that are all focused upon that of crime and other such things, one previous member being that of ‘Elnirith’, however... that’s the ONLY member whom has been seen in Sutica in a WHILE. Sutica has had Thania banished from our grounds for a LOOONG time, we do not openly allow their dark-voidal mix of mages within our grounds, and will openly punish them to the fullest of our abilities should they come into our lands expecting to take advantage of that of our poor citizens. This all being said, something very important was left off of the Urguani notice. With that Blessed Sohaer, I openly would like to request to speak with you in person to discuss that of further details regarding the nitty-gritty details with that of the Urguan issue. I have always appreciated and loved the dwarves with the Underking, the Uialben family always appreciating dwarven culture, however it appears there is something happening behind my back that I believe should fall upon your ears. Though, to answer that of the post at hand, we understand the dangers of Thania and criminal orginazations, so as such we will be dealing with and bringing those whom are CONFIRMED or SPECULATED Thanian members to Haelun’or if so desired. Terr’hi Uialben Grand Prince Father of Sutica, Head of the Uialben Family

A Sutican Prince facepalms "Good to see my grandson has abandoned logic in trying to get his beak wet. This statement is bullshit."

“If this fixes the Averns I will literally server Haelun’or until the end of time” says casual suit elf Prince man, happily married after a nice night as he reads over the missive “May the degeneracy of Sutica be turned slightly less degenerate... **** who am I kidding though?!” Sutican Prince sobs as his efforts at exterminating those who torment at his mind seem all for naught at the times, perhaps the beets will come through...

The lands below that of Curon continue to quiver. Citizens would be able to hear the screeching of moonspeech below ground grow large by that of the days as it draws closer to what can only assume to be a disasterous climax. A figured, cloaked in robes idly looks onto the lands of Curon from high in the skies, idly dangling roughly 150 feet in the air by a floating staff as he watches the happenings. His voice layered as he speaks to himself, “This is all apart of fate. No matter what happens, my ending is secured... However, what will your end be Prothania?” The being lets out a chuckle, growing a smile despite it lack of ability to feel. “I cannot wait to see. That being said, no matter what happens the Descendants will lose people whom they care about deeply, perhaps an eye opener to the inevitable? Oh well.” The figure then simply floats offwards, the staff he holds idly bringing him towards his spyre as he sits, and prepares for when it should happen.

"God. F*cking. Damnit. I go away for ONE DAY and now stuff is going to sh*t. Alright welp, time to deal with this clusterfuck" comments the Suit Prince

“Wait what?” A elf questions as he blinks, looking at the message as he begins to SWEAT

[!] Around Arcas, posted on every wall, door, window, and thrown across the ground, one would find an odd poster, clearly written by a madman, sloppy placed with the handwriting of an angry child. The paper seems to almost drip a dark red crimson blood as you read it, a soft cackle almost leaving the parchment as you feel like you’re being smiled at.. At the bottom of the poster would be a map, a dark purple symbol, and a dark red seal that has the words “Mother’s Best” Beautiful Descendants, come to the nation of Curon for an encore in my display of power and beauty. See why I am a gracious and powerful Mother, capable of being the one and true caretaker and savior of Descendants. Paladins, druids, magi, and regular peasants alike have all disappointed me with their continuous disapproval of my actions, and it irritates me that your stubborn persistence continues onwards. On the 8th of Malin’s Welcome, 1732, I will once again inform you all why your shriveling forms, lacking that of the void’s gifts, are just weak, pathetic attempts at continuation in your world’s locked by time. P̸̼̗̝͖̝̪͚͙͚͔̋̂̈́r̶̮̻̗̣̥͕̝͗̄̈́̌̈́̄̚ͅe̸̺̝͓̻̤͛͊̂ṕ̴͕̞̖̖͍̺͕̻̩̩̘͛͆̏́̀̂̆̇̔̓̆̌̅ã̶͕̼̯͔̰̤̱͑̒́͑̀͒̈̿͋͌̄͠ṟ̸͔͉̗̺̜̀̆͗͊̿͠ę̴̺̲̻͉̙͈̻͔̻͔̮͔̞̃̽̔̓̀͛͐͝,̶̨͍̣͓̲̮̱̗̏͊̀̓̈́̿̀̋̄̃̚͠ ̸̡̼̰̥̤͈͓̳̻̬̰̥̌̀̈̾̂͗̿̈̓ͅt̶͔̤͉̦̟̯̤͎̖̋̽̑ḩ̴̳͓͖͔͘ẹ̴̛͕̜͎̯͈͖͚̲͙́̈̽̃̕ ̷̟͙̟͍̀͗͌̃̿̌̂́̒͊̈́̓͗́͌͜t̸̰͎̬͋̏̐̾̅̓͂̅́í̵͕͔̈́̐͊̔͊͜m̷̪̺̻̺̀ę̵̧̹̤͎̜̹͚̺̮͈̩͒͋̋̽̉͌̇́͒̽̿͗͝ͅ ̶̢̧̲͈̫͇̙͓̳̩̉̍̊̾̉͛͊̅̔͐͒ȋ̷̡̢̧̛̫̰̰̱͉̬̻͎̠̤̩̙͊͌͑̏̋́̈̚͘s̸̙̻͚͓̳̹͙̣̋̓̄̆̀̉͘͘͝ ̷̨̺͇͙͔̰̺̲͓̬̫̥̲̣̾̈͒̾̌̈́́̂̀͗͜͝c̸̡̧̯̩̟̲͈̞̣̍̇̋̐̈͘͜ͅó̵̢͉̰̜̭͙̥͕̥̘̩̊̓ͅṁ̶͕̩̞̲̠̤̬̝̒̔͒̓̈́̏͠i̶̙̽͛̃̉̿̈́͋̈n̷̡̧̻̙̺̤͙͔̥̫̟̑̊̿͝g̷̨̧̨̢̟̟̖̦̣̝̪͚͉͔͌̎̃̍̇̚̚̕ͅ ̶̩̻̱̦̝̣̙͇͔̺̲͈͋͑̇̉̽̿͂͛̉̓͘͝ͅD̴̮̱͓̮͖̑͆͑̍̇̍̍̓̾́ͅē̷̢̧͕͙͔̲͈̦͎͇̩̯͕̏̍̐͘͘͜s̸̡̢͖̰̩̱̪̬͈͖̹̺̱̗̍̊̒c̵̩̉̅̃̕͘͝ẹ̸̭̪̩͇̖̙̘͍̄̂̍̌̽ń̷͙̾͆̆d̴̡̨̥̱̘͔͓̖͎͕̣̫̜̠́̊̒̔̉̔̑̃̚͝ḁ̸̧̢̥̭̼̣̀͛̾̑̚̕͜n̴̛̛̮͛́̅͐̈́͜t̸̡̫̦̩͇͕̬̪̖̉̄̄̋͂̃ͅŝ̷̨͕̮͕̤̲̔̀̈́ OOC: The event will take place Thursday, September 12th, at 6 PM EST inside of the human nation of Curon. This event is related to, and is a major step of the Voidal Invasion plotline if you are interested. No, this event is not going to completely flatten or evict Curon, this all has PRO approval. This event will be almost impossible to stop once it has started. Be warned that not all events you are assured the ability of victory. Come with that risk in your mind.