helldiving

¿Can the Kadarsi ore be welded like in the Original Lore with ferrum, aurum, and bluesteel. Namely to produce: Kadarsi ferrum, Kadarsi aurum, and Kadarsi bluesteel?

Adrian Orel wishes to be the Head Handmaiden...

Adrian drinks Carrion Black as he watches the events transpire with intrigue, orbs darting between the crowd, his hand lightly gripping upon Wit’s End, just as he guarded the Emperor, he’d then mumble words to both Rylan and Stefan, not after enjoying a Wonderful Night in Selm.

Adrian signs menacingly

Antonius, patriarch of House Vilac, pledges his support to Radu in burning things, he certainly is fond of setting things on fire himself too.

((IGN)): Milenkhov Name: Adrian Age: 18 Affiliated Nation: Oren

“Ah, it appears I was naught Knighted this time. Alas my time will be in the next announcement, I reckon it’d be – Ahh... if only I was a man that could be adressed as Sir. The thought of being a Knight just makes me feel so Knightly! Oh my dear brother, Joseph please... remember my name when you think of Knightly ordeals!” says Adrian the non Knighted lad.

this is why nathan and me are eternal allies.

Adrian prepares his finest garbs with anticipation.

Young Adrian the Master of the Canals wonders if the ‘llor will invite him too... @Cracker

“What is a GMBT” says young Adrian the Master of the Canals

Otto Tuvyic thought this was for him and he was scared to face the Black Prince of Rubern

“Man, you’re not going to be the great deceiver. Stop trying!” said a remarkable duelist of Horen-descent, wondering why another punished soul of the sky-god realm was attempting to pull strings.

A renowned Mali’ butler prepares to attend and serve his liege Lord “M’lord.”

((I LOVE THIS AHAHAHAH ERIK ❤️

An old Imperial Dragon-Knight would smile, his whereabouts were unknown to many in the Arcasian-realm, although a single figure approached that night; the missive from the Paramount reaching Rodrik’s frigid digits – perhaps it was time for the legendary swordsman to don his armor once more.

Discord: Milenko#9658 Red Nobleman: 5000 Fancy Nobleman: 5000

A retired Dragon-Knight of old smiles “Aye.”

A renowned duelist fights his eternal enemy on the Helena bridge “Ahh... my eternal enemy.”

Antonius cackles and prepares for a possible duel in the upcoming days.

I once fought a mage that emoted blowing me and my crew 40 meters away with the power of wind or something; after that I became afraid.

The Knighted figure began to climb within the ranks, he bested Knights all over the realm to earn a spot in the Marian Retinue of Ser Varon – The bond of Marius and the Paramount was one of renown and respect, brothers in youth, brothers in arms. His life in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska was one of desire by many, a landed Knight with dextrous aptitudes in combat; unmatched by his peers and comrades at the time. He fought bravely, he fought willingly, he fought the enemies of his Kingdom, he was the bridge between alliances. Then it all went dark. For men desire more, men have their own ideals and they will defend them to the last – Was it the pact Marius signed with the Reivers? Was it the Owynist menace joining Joseph Marna? Or was it the Fennic Cavaliers; reasons that drove “the Loyal” to become what Haense knew as “the Traitor”? Only one thing was for certain. The man believed in something right under his gaze, he felt betrayed by those decisions, he felt stabbed my Marius, a brother plunging a blade into his chest, a blade that The Grand Knight took and wielded against those who opposed him. He fought. He bled. He lost. He won. The tales of valiant grandeur that once filled the corridors of the Prikaz now were instead tales of an errant Knight whose only purpose was to cause pain, hatred towards the Highlander, hatred towards the Hanseti. Rodrik fought bravely, Rodrik fought valiantly, Rodrik acted willingly. For in his eyes he was right, but the memories haunted him ever since, Nikolaus by his side, Sarah with his children, Otto and the army, Lotte in the clinic, Erik... being Erik. If only time could be returned, perhaps he would’ve acted differently. A ship in the horizon, its flags of vibrant red, a dragon atop the black, wings extended like a web. The traitor was seen next. “It’s been a while.” he’d state after docking into foreigner lands and riding towards Haense on a war-horse “Nikolaus...” @Zanthuz

Antonius smiles after reading the Thesis “Brother Boniface has blessed us with another one of his writings, he truly is a man of GOD!”

“Ok see you on the roads.” said Antonius Vilac to all that tried harassing Duke Tobias.