helldiving

“As beautiful as I was.” grins Ser Rodrik Kortrevich from the skies (or hells?)

I’m sure Braxis and the whole Moderation team are working in implementing faster responses, additions to the team should happen soon, hopefully being GMT to ease the amount of modreqs during downtime. ?

As long as someone that IS being banditted and somehow manages to emote properly three times and signal their group/guards they should be fine to do so. If proven otherwise that the rally indeed was ‘illegal’ and emerged randomly with no emotes or proof of logs then definetly they are breaking a major-rule and they should be punished in full.

rep farm 101

Sir Adrian certainly agreed with the Countess of Pompourelia, he pondered for some moments, writting on a handkerchief – as if taking some notes. He wrapped it inside his coat, mumbling as he gazed upon the Johannesburg of Arcas; Helena. “Ignorance is bliss, a particular saying. The truth is that ignorance is a very damaging aspect of many of our lives.” the young knight then tapped on the balcony where he overlooked such prestigious city in the Crownlands, concluding his thoughts. “Bliss, but not freedom; Read, converse and enrich yourself. The more true information we can acquire, the better for our enfranchisement.”

Sir Adrian shivered at the thought – he looked upon a tome, for depictions and further information of the Beast, one that he was acquainted with, one that he feared, yet respected fully... “Beware of the beast of Mardon...” he’d conclude.

The young knight stood on a bridge in a deserted wasteland of rocks and fog. He turned often, as if waiting for someone. For something -- he recalled her; with a pristine golden band upon her ring finger on her left hand. She disappears; as a familiar face walks into the view, an aged Rhenyari figure on his fifties, the smell of oils and vanilla embracing the surroundings. The knight did not know if he was dreaming or if this was real, but he sat down, only to meditate like his tutor had done in the past. “Basho! - so it was this what brought down the Master of the Canals?” “You know your stuff.” The bastard takes a similar golden band from his pocket, it begins to glow, and he exhales, placing it upon the bridge, the shining property never ending. “Ya Mitras! - it bleeds mist!” Above the ring, the ghostly image of a female appears again. She beckons for the Lieutenant to approach, smirking momentarily; She raises what seems to be a sword, and strikes the band with all her might, it stops glowing, and her smile now fades away with the image. “Why, the torment, the pain and the sorrow, they haunt me every corner. A never-ending circle!” “Bann Addi -- this is but part of the spiral, not the circle you speak of.” The younger figure turns, to face a friendly frame, the one that conversed with him all along, he exhales deeply before words emerge from him. “Tell me. Can you see her?” “Nai, this is your grief, you are the one that mourns in the Nikta - but I will stand by your side.” Addi attempts to move, but a dense mist prevents him from doing so, the Basridi stands around, unsure on how to proceed, this time noticing a ghostly image of the Grand Lady amidst the mist, she approaches the Orel and the mist disappears in a bizarre explosion, the harrowing spirit walking away. “You told me I would overcome this, but it gets harder every single day, the only thought that I find myself absort at all times. Simon, you know this!” “Haye!” A sword materializes in mid-air and the Rhenyari beckons for Adrian to take it; in a subtle gesture, as if in an offering of inner peace. The sorrowful bastard heeds the call, gripping the hilt of Svjetlast with ease, just like he did before, just like his forefathers did, the ancient heroes before his time. “Must I forget, must I walk free of the past?” The Archancellor closed his eyes, entering a state of meditation, his features becoming serene and calm, perhaps he had an answer, or he was looking for one to give the young urchin that once stepped into his bounds. But that did not matter, for Adrian was even more confused, afraid and tired. The cold touched him, like a death-grip, the ground beneath him transformed, liquid like the waters of the lake. “Simon!” He bellowed, attempting to rush to his side, but it was too late, he began to drown, he felt the grip of his enemies from beneath the waters, pulling him onto a realm of darkness. Only a small creature overlooked the ordeal, a bird; it seemed fond of Sir Adrian, as it just continued to circle above him, not after lowering to his reach, only to unveil another Khesm -- a letter with only four words, yet a extremely familiar scent, his expression changes as he is fully submerged into the depths. “Are you?”

“Fethis Morvayn’onn – perhaps the prodigy of Luara upon the realm, a shame that the war has separated men and ‘ker of honor, but I’m grateful of your deeds today, GOD is watching upon your feat, and he is ever rewarding of those that protect the children of Horen’s flock, the AIS are not so different from us, the men of the ISA, in the end some of us still have values of valiant grandeur.” stated Sir Adrian upon recieving a penned missive from the Renelian ‘ker towards the Novellen in Helena.

This post is really wholesome, it really shows how the CT cares about players or those among their own kin – shoutout to Muffins for being really chill and fun, remember the first time we spoke in a vc for like an hour regarding random subjects, haven’t had any bad experiences with you, keep rocking it up with your team and making big positive changes and vibes for the LotC Community!

Bogdan returns to Helena after the bout – panting as he reaches Sir Adrian on the Novellen, he recalls the fight and the casualities, so the young knight can prepare even more for the storm of swords that was to begin.

”These lunatics are a dangerous pair, not to mention that they might be involved in some questionable interracial half-breeding. If this is the first deer of the season then I shall begin hunting myself.” said Sir Adrian Orel – brandishing his blade upon the warm fire of the Novellen, smirking all along as he prepared to set-off!

NAME: Sir Adrian ((MC NAME: Milenkhov)) RACE: Heartlander IMPERIAL SUBJECT (Y/N): Y IF NO, FROM WHICH FOREIGN COUNTRY?: N PEER OF THE REALM (Y/N): N IF YES, OF WHICH PEERAGE?: N PREFERRED WINE: Any

I’ll never forget the first time we met – in the Renelia tournament, you were super chill to me, and I really respected that, talking to you from time to time about weird things, even yesterday at the survival server, you had me pop one or two chuckles; you’re different from other people that have been in your position, you’re like us, the players, you’re human and you take the time to talk with those around you – I’m deeply thankful for what you provided us with, I know it was a hell, narrowing down the causes of the lag, and fixing issue after issue that would come up, you leave the whole community satisfied and I believe you should be as proud as ever of your service, we need people like you. We need heroes!

Kla’ren smirks as his father gives the order – the young ‘ker was already learning the ways of the Prince, following his steps with major pride “So the Kheltiruai will bring them home? Can I go with them?”

Adrian watches his father and squints, imitating the gesture of a thumbs-up and mumbling “Go back to sleep old man...”

Sir Adrian pats his belly – grunting as he makes his way to the Busy Cake! “I’m suddenly hungry, way too hungry...”

Really feel as if this goal was acomplished, thankful for all the work that has been put towards the community and to hear players ideas and feedback, keep it up – you all are rocking it!

Bless you man, really hyped for this – thanks for all the work you’ve put in for us!

“Is that Jason Woodward smoking a cigarette?” says Adrian as he looks over the missive.

A young knight offered some prayer that night, he recalled the events that had transpired in the Crownlands – how a ferocious Shark had found its way out of the quiet waters, how his legacy ended the moment his digits clenched around the lever that brought down the famed Stefan Onfroi. “This war has taken many important figures out of our realm, it is a shame that Ser Stefan was in the wrong place, at the wrong time – ¿perhaps this will remain a lesson, or it shall only fuel the flames of our current conflict?”

“I’ll be taking that.” says Adrian Orel.

eternal ally or eternal enemy?

Holy Knight Adrian Orel frowned at the news, playing his cards slowly he knew he would figure out who was behind this whole ordeal.

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