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A man of many faces smirks mischievously!

USERNAME: milendon RP NAME: Antonius Vilac EVENTS ENTERING (Individual/Pairs/Both): Both PAIRS PARTNER (if applicable): Simon Pruvia (chenndon)

The Baron of Doggersden returned to the heartlands in silence, finding the exchange most affable and amicable in his eyes; the reasoning of men, devout of their own groupings left him with much greater satisfaction than snow drenched in red. Such things put a smile on Robert's countenance, veiled by his heavy plating embrace.

Lord Robert barks, his index pointing forth towards the nordling territories. "Men! arf-arf , ruff-ruff!"

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Markus Kruber wonders who Olivier de Sarkozy is - he then approaches Olivier Renault Ashford de Savoie and allows for him to see the missive.

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Beautiful imagery and read, looking forward to observe how the tales unfold in the upcoming weeks!

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"What a pious Koeng we have!" remarks Ser Antonius Vilac, a neophyte Marian-Knight.

Good read +1

Ser Antonius donned a most pristine simper within his countenance, orbs of grey darted about the invitation as he conversed with his cousin Tytos 'the Drake', he gestured to specific parts and lofted a brow, this was certainly going to be a moment of auspice within the premises of Karosgrad. "Quite the news, we must make attendance and enjoy the festivities with the Margrave."

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IGN: Milenkhov Name: Antonius Martius Vilac Age: 17 Place of residency: Nikirala Prikaz (Knightly Quarters) Bank account balance: Thousands Hobbies: Dueling, attending events and feasts One interesting fact about yourself: Youngest Marian-Knight in Haense Why should Tatiana choose you?: Because I was totally not coerced to post my response to this post

Ser Antonius hopes to be the champion of a particular party per request.

Ser Antonius gazed upon the hearsay, the aforementioned knight bobbed his head whilst the tittle-tattle were to be beleagued by his companions in the crimson embrace. "Vy are renowned, it appears." @Valaryon

A letter reaches Lady Antonina of Greyspine bearing the following information to engage in the hunt: Full name: Antonius Martius Vilac Age: 17 Are you willing to partake in the hunt? Yes ((IGN)): Milenkhov

THE INQUISITORS DEPARTURE TO THE GREAT TITAN Father, wait for me. I shall only be gone for a few years. I will return with conspicuous jewels. I will return with enticing trinkets. I will be Inquisitor still, yet Eternal in the hearts of our kin no more. With fire and steel, blood and anger. Spread your wings, the Great Titan. The Inquisitor Eternal, Eluitholnear THE JOURNEY As came the yawning gulf of metaphysical peril, the Inquisitor Eternal sat idly in his burning abode. His fingers curled in, one hand brushing away at his rough locks of bronze. Oliver stared intently at the burning pit that sat under his chimney; his glazed orbs of gray scrutinised the fires shape, and so he saw the Great Titan speak. “Journey to the north.” It was bluntly spoken, flames hewing out into the shape of a drake. Slowly, the Inquisitor Eternal stood. The dragon-knight sauntered over towards his creaking, burnt vanity. Falling onto the wonky stool, it’s top right leg shattered from his brusqueness, the dragonkin took a hold of a quill and a scrunched up parchment. Upon flattening it straight, he wrote away; incomprehensible mutters were heard under his breath. “To my brothers and sisters. . .” Time passed swiftly, welcomed by the brazen rays of sunlight beaming through gaps in the house. He took a hold of a lantern, gauntleted-hand burning its wax and sprouting to offer more light. Oliver approached the nearby wall, finger-tips beginning to mark the wooden surface with draconic markings. Swiftly, it parted to reveal an empty canal leading into some sort of cavern. “How annoying.” The dragon-knight complained, halting before a rocky crevice which connected to a pool of magma. In the sundered rocks, magma bubbled; the centre of the hold claimed a sword. It was silent. . . - a vaunted longsword cascading with unnatural, unworldly energies; they were draconic and similar to that of the Archdrakaar. A few moments later, cacophonous laughter bellowed, a violent blare. “Inquisitor. How are you doing?” The dragaar questioned, contained within the chained weapon, summoned by the Inquisitor Eternal. “I don’t care.” It cut the dragonkin off, much to his annoyance. Oliver began to approach, feet dipping into the scalding hot lava with nonchalance. “We’re going on a journey. It’s time to hunt.” The dragon-knight bid simply, followed by a gentle scoff. As he approached the vaunted ‘Sword of The Dragaar’, he was met with protests. “You’re weak. Fight without tools.” The sword commented, flames of crimson red flaring across its dracanium edge. A hilt of dragonsbone, one as dense as carbarum, shook and swayed; it was a living weapon. “You’re not holding me.” It bid starkly. The Inquisitor Eternal halted before the sword, gauntleted hand extending out towards its hilt. “You’re trapped in a sword. Shut your mouth.” Oliver commented, coiling his fingers around the longswords pommel. A violent shriek was heard as the veins of the dragonkin bulged out, black and grim. His maw unhinged, revealing many unnaturally sharp canines, veiled by his human guise. Luckily, the sword was under his control. . . - the horen pulled it out of the rocky stash and pivoted, lurching out of the cave. LETTERS TO THE NEPHILIM TO MY FAVOURED BROTHER, Antonius Vilac @Milenkhov You are strong, brother. We taught each other on how to survive, the cruelties of life, for hardship, glory and blood found us under our esteemed Father. Look at us now, immortal and filled with prowess. Sadly, I am departing this continent for a few years. Something has . . . come up. As someone who is equally respected by our brothers, take the mantle of leadership and rule with a stern fist. Let them hear your flames roar into the future; I expect to return and see my favoured brother covered in jewels and surrounded by women. I will return and teach you the arts of blood carving. We can rule the battlefield ourselves once more. Not to worry you, but I am turning insane. This sword is unhealthy for me. I will find a worthy replacement soon and chain this one up in the firelands. Spread your wings, Antonius Vilac, the Chosen Prince of Humanity. TO MY STUDENT AND BROTHER, Alric var Ruthern @biggestdon You have grown, Alric. Once a confused man, a Knight Paramount to some kingdom. It was love at first sight. . . - platonically. A warrior who is unclaimed on the field, carrying the laurels of our Father. Claws as sharp as swords, strength as overcoming as mountains. I am proud you went from student to brother. A dragonkin worthy of his name, one who will live for many thousands of years to come. I gifted you a cuirass of wyvern scale, and once I have returned, will give you something better. Continue to show your strength. Be prideful and be strong; you are not allowed to falter and show weakness. Spread your wings, Ser Aldric var Ruthern, the Champion of Azdromoth. TO MY STUDENT AND BROTHER, Krendogron @Spoons Though not as combatant as Aldric, you are still one worthy of being called dragonkin. A young man with small ideals of wealth. You went from sellsword to immortal. . . - a feat many are unable to exclaim. Not only a worthy fighter, but a legendary forger, a blacksmith able to create blades that slay kingdoms. Do not forget your promise, Krendogron. You have to make that sword, whatever you do. Whatever you do. Continue to show your perseverance. Be crafty and intelligent, kind and noble. Spread your wings, Krendogron, the Infernal Quartermaster. TO MY BROTHER, Tytos the Drake @Valaryon A man of worth, one ancient and knowledgeable. You have lived through eons of war and bloodlust; a man who has remained loyal to the ways of our Father Azdromoth since the creation of the nephilim. One so loyal to Horen, he would put his life five steps ahead. I wish we spent more time, I would love to know more about my brother. Sadly, this world if full of strife and tainted, hideous vile lightbearers, those ******* Xannites. I hate them . . but let us not get off track. Krendogron is crafting a sword worthy of your hand. See it as a gift, hold it well for me, and let us use it in unison. Spread your wings, Tytos the Drake, the Protector of Horen TO MY COMRADE, Haskir @Ryloth Our relationship has been rocky. You are a comrade and friend; you were taken away from something. . . unsettling. However, I wish you would return to our kin. Mistakes are naturally a part of life's cycle, and though many of my brothers and sisters despise you, I do not. Our history is rooted through hardship and teamwork. I would have you be dragonkin if it was possible. Don’t let someone pelt you for your fur, please. Spread your wings, Haskir, the Legendary Kharajyr [OOC: This letter is only available to the Azdrazi and those that were pinged. Please do not use this to metagame!]

What inspired your roleplay to be so high-quality and inspiring for new players to better themselves upon the narrative that they did for the most part? I must say If I hadn't the chance to interact with you I would have not made attempts to improve or become my current self when it comes to the use of advanced vocabulary and specifc words.

TOURNAMENT SIGN UP LAST NAME: Vilac FIRST NAME: Antonius AGE: ??? ((MC NAME)): Milenkhov ((DISCORD)): Milenko#9658

Beautiful.

MC Name: Milenkhov Current Tier: S Desired Tier: S+ Reason to be Moved: ???

i hope you are good friend

Antonius mused for a moment, his lips curled into a subtle grin - the reflection of prancing fires, the creaking of wood and timber visible within his eyes. "To find the words, the time to reflect upon the actions of one-self; truly remarkable traits of a man."