helldiving

The Prince of Vilachia, Duke of Krajia, Margrave of Styria and Lord of Vilacz nods in agreement.

“Good grief...” exclaims Sir Adrian Roussard as he taps the tip of his hat.

I’m crying right now. @Llir had me so hyped.

A Tundrak of great renown and martial prowess prepares to engage in combat. ”The wolves are out.”

=3

Card 13 - MILENKO HOREN [redacted]

I’m glad to have spent time with you, despite past alliegances and such I feel like we become good friends in our time together either chatting or just by fighting on the server. Hope things go well your way, though I won’t lie, I hope this is a ‘break’ from your journey, and rather than you return sooner or later once you feel the call. Live by the craft, die by the craft.

Is that the great deceiver?

Sir Adrian Roussard prepares his steed and sets off to converse with Bishop Krisztián of Ves.

The High-Prince of Qpid gestures his ally over. He’d exchange mumbles as he points at the missive. “Similar to your name Grool.”

Feel like the organized logging is something that was needed for a long time ago. As you concluded it might not be expected to fix all the issues the infraction system has as a whole, though its definetly an improvement, it certainly will allow players have a more clear view and direction when appealing their infractions. Big props for everyone on the team that spent countless hours logging the data into this system!

Sir Adrian grins as he recieves the invitation. Preparing his best garments for the wedding that shall take place!

A figure would reminisce his prior encounters with the Kortrevich, a scowl forming upon his features as he scrabbles a letter, dappling the feather in ink with haste. The parchment reads as follows. "You've disgraced this name, for which I challenge a commencement of a duel. You've disgraced my kin, to which I have my own reasoning to pledge such claims." A man signed his name in loopy letter, finishing it off and basking in content. Though the name seemed unclear, only the lastname vibrated with the ink. Kortrevich.

THE UNION OF ROUSSARD A wedding ceremony to be commenced: 1759 FORWARDED INVITATION TO ORENIAN DENIZENS The upcoming arrangements between Sir Adrian Roussard, KCL, and Winifred Byrne of Istrus shall be conducted within the following months, proceeding the upcoming event for His Imperial Majesty, Peter III, succeeding The Golden Race. The ceremony shall be held within Helena’s cathedral, and to conclude the union, a feast will be hosted afterward within the boundaries of the Novellen Palace. Adrian Roussard seen pictured with Winifred Byrne thereafter The Golden Race SIGNED, Sir Adrian Roussard Winifred Byrne OOC INFO HERE: Saturday 14th 8:00 PM EST

Sir Adrian Roussard endorses this document.

The Master of the Canals prepares to add more feats to the tally.

monkey

Braxis the chad gamer.

I like this, feel like a change was needed in the terms of charters. Hopefully the inactive ones get cleared up soon so we can have new opportunities for groups and players that would desire to try that route.

A detachment of the renewed Dragon Knights will soon give hunt to the pretender Pertinax Augusten Tiber. Ready to kill him on sight with an Imperial permit signed by his Imperial Majesty. “Time to claim the bounty.”

“We grow in number by the hour Nikolaus, don’t you agree?” mumbled a wailing spirit of Rodrik Kortrevich as the terrible news reached beyond mortal ears. Though he seemed rather grim, cold in visage – as if regretful of the past, the veil of memories ringing through his ears and orbs that casted his family to a different life. Adversity brought by the knight. Serenity earned by his peers, it was true that the Kortrevich stood. Without him, perhaps a dark-sheep to many, though he always kept somewhat of a keen eye for the younger ones. The day he donned the Dragon-plate he knew it would end harshly for those like Primrose, though he refused to let her die, he refused to follow that order. He wished the young Dame to keep striving forward. “Alas, some things are inevitable. You're not a child anymore...” he offered after her demise.

“Time to spend all my savings.” says Sir Adrian after recieving word from Athera, just as he prepares to return to the Crownlands.

Lúmithil’s shrouded visage overlooked new Aleksandria from above, the heights offering a better view to see the events transpire. What simply began as a service to Sir Adrian of Helena turned to be quite an interesting ordeal, he recalled the night those things took place; how words ruled instead of bloodshed. Something of a change to his seasoned skirmisher position among the realm, an odd job that proved fruitful. Though a smirk still sat in his features. For he knew things were about to take place. “For good, or worse. We shall see.” he stated as the wind embraced his flaxen-hairs.

“You didn’t do that bad cousin, hmph? you were truly a model for your peers. It is quite unlucky for the two of us that you didn’t share the right ideology as I did in my youth.” mutters Ser Rodrik as he strides with Ser Nikolaus in the realm beyond life.

******* legend. +1!