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Varan would shake with fear... Scared of what this woman would do next

Stay gone :)

Ser Dimitri had continued fighting despite being cut off and separated from the forces. Soon joining under the banner of Diome and helping in his push against the Orenians!

Ser Dimitri of Pestilles would hear of the recruitment drive. The once rich knight of the mighty Pestilles now without his great wealth would seek out the man responsible!

"To the death I say..." the 'Fenn comments to no one, rather this would be a thought to himself. Regardless he was amused

"Our victory today will go unnoticed by those on the outside. They will not remember the names of the 'Fenn and the few allies that died to keep this beast from coming for them. And to that..." all the 'Fenn could do was spit onto the floor. The Archvigilant of War would drag his battered form up from the ground, a dissatisfied look creeping up onto his face as he sees the devastation. Though a victory, a painful one - Many dead around him and yet the beast responsible still lives. Scooping up his Thanhic Glaive he paces back to the Keep to plan the next battle... Yet the Prince was no where to be seen.

Based

"Chul o’tilru Wyrvun liewynh y'kaean" the Archvigilant of War would mutter. Watching the city closely, now tasked with the defence of the city.

As this Equinox comes to an end the winners are declared: The new Ihnsil'Fenn: Sarya Ithrandos Wyvrun's New Champion: Akkar Tundrak

From their perches atop the withering foliage, the caws of crows sound off stone and dirt, echoing through Ikur’fiyem. Autumn had arrived, and even in Fin’hesin, that land of stout winter, did life wither. Green turned to orange, orange to brown, and brown to nothing. Brisk winds from the north chilled to the bone; a harbinger of what was to come - for following autumn would be winter, and the winter of Fin’hesin was a deep, lifeless freeze. And so, while they could, fauna and ‘fenn alike scavenged the lands, picking them bare in preparation for their hibernation. Those who failed to secure their resources before the deep freeze would wither away and perish in Wyrvun’s frigid breath. It was a time for competition; a time for war. And so, among the faithful of Isvinity, word was spread of the impending Equinox of War - to be held at the very height of autumn. “Hark! Mali’fenn - As faith demands, and tradition encourages, we will celebrate the Equinox of War - a time for you to help our Remnants gather food in preparation for winter’s hibernation, and prove your martial strength. We shall hold a hunt, whereby the individual to collect the most pelts will be awarded the title Ihnsil’fenn. Thereafter, come and feast in the tavern, and listen to stories of martial prowess. Further, a melee tournament shall be held, and the winner crowned Wyrvun’s Champion. They shall be granted a professionally forged weapon, and may ask one thing of their prince - to be delivered so long as it is within both power and reason.” _______________________________________________________________________________ [[OOC]] The hunt will be held this Saturday at 5pm EST, to be followed by a feast in the tavern. The winner of the hunt will be determined by a rolling system and anyone can attend, and will receive: -The title “Ihnsil’fenn” (Currently held by Orrian Krisrel) -A free bust sketched by the very talented @JJosey The ranged tournament will be held this Sunday at 6pm EST, and is open to anyone. The rules are as follows: -Any ranged weapon allowed -Three shots (d20 roll. Points given based on roll) The winner of the ranged tournament will receive: -A custom RP weapon -A Fennic steed bred in the Royal Stables The melee tournament will be held this Sunday at 7pm EST, and is open only to citizens of the Remnants (though spectators are welcome). The rules are as follows: -No leaving the arena -No ranged weapons -No mounts The winner of the melee tournament will receive: -The title “Wyrvun’s Champion” (Currently held by Rydia Atmorice) -A custom RP weapon -The ability to ask one thing of the prince, to be granted so long as it is within power and reason _______________________________________________________________________________ Tournament Sign-up (Tourney on 21/11/2021. 11/21/2021 for you Muricans) Please respond to this thread with the following information MC Username: RP Name: Tournament (Can sign up for all):

"Again?" the 'Fenn stated, chuckling as it seems he had just escaped the city prior to the burning. Close one.

Varan Atmorice the Archvigilant of War would drag his gaze away from his dark orb, the vision of the event being very clear to him. "Again?" he questioned, letting out a huff as he drags himself to his feet - Pulling the cloth over the orb before picking up his Thanhic Glaive and pacing towards the Throne Room

The Archvigilant of War would ponder for some time. Currently away on a long pilgrimage the Atmorice smiles, excited about the time when he is able to return. "The boy Prince does well. My Glaive for Fenn. Death to those Mali which choose to bend to the people of false Gods." of course no one was able to hear this. Just a random 'Fenn talking to a shrine

"Being homosexual as an Elf is threatening your own kin. Don't be homosexual. Since when was there more then two genders..." Ponders the Archvigilant of War. He chuckled some, throwing the announcement into the fire

Varan Atmorice would have been cut off from the main group. A small contingent of around two-hundred Ivae'Fenn and vigilant warriors pushed back into the market area. For two days they were stuck, numbers slowly vanishing away as more of the troops push against them. There was no time for rest, the attacks constant. Over time more of the contingent was able to escape the market area, climbing to assist the Fennic front-line though as this was pushed further and further back the chances for escape lessened. Eventually the market line broke, Varan taking an arrow to the back of his knee as he held a narrow entrance though soon it went dark. The 'Fennic man attacked from behind as the forces were overwhelmed. He soon awoke amidst a pile of corpses, slowly being dragged away from the battlefield. Alive but by a slim margin.

no i have more mental illnesses then u

'War' would be deep in thought, glancing over his plans for the attack, turning to those few around "Let us hope there is still time for her" he then moves to prepare

Tournament Sign-up Please respond to this thread with the following information MC Username: Poggerhz RP Name: Varan Atmorice

Just how fat r u?

Is it true you are black?

Wow that was actually much better then what I expected.

but anyway in all honesty. very excited to see this back up n running, actually opening up a lot of avenues of rp. I especially cant wait to get into the religion rp, going to be lots of fun and I highly recommend everyone try it out