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(1) APPLICATION FOR INTERVIEW FULL NAME: Húrin Nullivari-Ibarellan AGE: 100+ PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Dungeon-delving, trove-seeking, slaying darkspawn and dragonkin, tracking general lesser beasts/evil. METHOD OF CONTACT: @milenkhov/Milenkhov ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (2) APPLICATION FOR INTERVIEW FULL NAME: Rodrik of Novengard AGE: Unknown PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Former Grandmaster Hexer in the defunct Principality of Savoy, tracking. METHOD OF CONTACT: @milenkhov/Milenkhov

Húrin finds this rendition of the battle most spectacular, instead of throwing that paper unto a ball is it that he framed it, slowly calling over a retainer so he may place it upon his chambers in an elegant way. "Wonderful."

Therein the midst of chaos, a singular blade caught the attentive gaze of the legendary swordsman Húrin: A weapon of legend, wielded with fury in the hands of the Barbanov monarch, Svjetlast. Battered, bruised and contused is that the silver-haired elf sallied forth, felling foe after foe, toppling both armored cataphract and slashing through chained infantry. Whilst he had met this King before, knowing him as a boy it was now evident that the child was no more - a man - and this time, the exchanges were not so pleasant as conversation, but rather the clash of steel. Whether his intentions were to scare, disarm, maim or fell the Koeng of Haense, the outcome was no different. Within the muddied fray of battle, dominated by both armies is that the princeling found his mark, and akin to a duel, the pair were matched against one another, this private affair lasted mere moments, for as Húrin reached the upperhand and began unleashing a flurry of strikes upon the armored Aleksandr is that he was shoulder-bashed and effectively pushed away by a quick-witted host of combined haeseni-infantrymen. Still as stone observed then Húrin after disengaging from that group that saved their ruler, his gaze piercing the battlefield as he saw that Barbov catch his breath and rejoin the fray moments later. The day was lost, and whilst his retreat was calm and collected, he knew this would not be the last he would meet the current wielder of the blade of renown: Svjetlast. "A pity." A majestic mare awaited for the retreat of the Ibarellan, and once mounted he gave a last thought out loud regarding the siege and that King. "Woe to those who raise not their own arm to spearhead the cause. A proper King." And he was gone. The figure of Húrin dispeled upon the horizon as he rode off into the distance.

A highly skilled elven swordsman responded to the favorable news with a subtle smile. He seemed quite pleased to learn of the birth of Sibyl's child. Recalling a conversation with her husband, Ezren, he eagerly awaited the promised letter, along with the generous gratitude that was to be bestowed upon Húrin. "Wonderful."

Húrin offers a fist bump to Vyllaenen after not only surviving but running through the entirety of the enemy's rally. He finds this to be an agreeable and suitable anticipation of a birthday gift for his mentor and llir. "We are so back."

"And so they left the league of legends. I wonder what game we will all be playing now." said Húrin, as he bobbed his head.

John Reyne smiles proudly, pursing his lips before speaking. "I drive."

goes hard

Octavian smiles the sun's smile, ready to join his family in the upcoming event.

Upon receiving the forwarded invitation by courier is that Húrin embarks to make way and aid with all the preparations to ensure the ceremony is most auspicious and safeguarded. The elven-lord would recall memories with both Veynora and presently Tymen, an ever-present figure who had remained stalwart within the shadows. “It is time mal’onn. Let all come and bask upon thy gracefulness.”

Húrin offers a dip of his head towards Veynora, words granted in suit after her public statement. "Congratulations on your coronation. Your sense of duty and dedication to your people shines through every line, and I have no doubt that you will lead with wisdom and grace. The reforms you propose are truly inspiring, and I have full faith in your ability to bring about positive change. Thoughts of your ascension fill me with hope for the future. I can already see the bright path that lies ahead for the principality. The council's dissolution may come as a surprise to some, but I know you have made this decision with careful consideration, aiming to create a more dynamic and responsive governing body. Your commitment to nurturing potential, education, culture, and tradition is commendable, and I have no doubt that under your guidance, Talar'nor will flourish like never before." A glass of wine was raised, and the elven-lord spoke further. "May your reign be blessed with prosperity and may your people find strength and unity under your leadership. I shall raise a toast to your success and the bright future of the talarians." After words were said, a subtle sip of his glass granted conclusion to the exchange. "Ay’Talarnor indeed."

Húrin smiled, for good tidings were engulfing the realms of Talar'nor. He bobbed his head at the behest of Veynora's statement, concluding. "That you were."

they're phenomenal, remember to be appreciative and offer gratitude with the things you are granted in life, offer a prayer in kindness to the gracious and benevolent folks that have brought this upon our nice community :D

Thoughts on @Werew0lf? Best memory of an interaction with me? Worst memory of an interaction with me? Are you excited for next map? Hope all is good, congratulations on the coming of your fourth year of Lord of the Craft.

There is absolutely no need to argue, Orlanth said it perfectly. He's just that guy.

"No." says Antonius 'the Dragonknight' Vilac, first of his name, Prince of Vilachia and best swordsman of the realm. He sighs watching some feeble descendants butcher the legacy of the dragonsblood whilst publishing missives. A shame indeed. "Vilanchia? Woe to me."

Discordtag : m.#3309 MC Name : Milenkhov RP Name : 'John Smith' RP Age : Unknown

The contents of this post would only be known by the players that attended the event. Recorded 15th of Malin’s Welcome, 116 S.A. The descent into the cavern was perilous, the stalagmites and stalactites jutting out like deadly daggers. The air was thick with the musky scent of dampness and the sound of scurrying creatures, their movements echoing off the walls. The adventurers took great care with each step, wary of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. As they made their way deeper into the cavern, they were set upon by a swarm of leeches, their slimy bodies latching onto the flesh of the unwary. The group quickly dispatched the parasites, but the encounter left them on edge, knowing that they were not alone in the treacherous depths. Continuing on, the company came upon an assortment of arachnids, each the size of a fully-grown wolf. Fangs glistened in the faint light, venom dripping from their tips, and the creatures attacked with unbridled ferocity. The adventurers fought with all their might, their weapons ringing out in the confined space, and were eventually able to emerge victorious. Their path now unobstructed, the adventurers pushed on, ever deeper into the cavern. It was then that they came upon the draconic entity, and the company knew that they were in grave danger. The adventurers stood in awe before a portion of the fearsome creature, its massive orb imposing and intimidating. Its eye glowed with a malevolent intensity, fiery and vibrant like molten lava. It seemed to pierce through their very souls, and they could feel its unyielding gaze upon them. The Eye… Despite their attempts to communicate with the creature, it remained undisturbed, and in its wrath, sought to lay waste to their refuge with flames. The adventurers were forced to flee for their lives, their garments rent asunder by the swarming insects that emerged from the crevices of the shattered stone. At last, a glimmer of hope appeared, casting light upon the shadows. The exit beckoned them with the promise of sanctuary, an oasis amidst their troubles. As they emerged from the depths, they found themselves surrounded by the enrapturing flora and fauna of Amathea, a land of unmatched beauty and enchantment. The adventurers were awestruck by the vibrant hues of the blooming flowers and the melodious chirping of the songbirds that flitted about. It was a paradise amidst the chaos, a respite from the oppressive darkness that had surrounded them for so long. As they journeyed further into Elvenesse, they came upon a tranquil lake, its surface reflecting the idyllic landscape like a mirror. It was a welcome sight, a sanctuary where they could rest and recover from their harrowing experience. Many of the adventurers jumped into the lake, eager to wash away the insectoid creatures that had clung to their armor and skin. The gathering of friends and allies alike… As they swam in the cool waters, they felt a renewed sense of vigor, the weight of their fears and anxieties lifting off their shoulders. They laughed and splashed, forgetting their troubles and basking in the simple pleasures of life. The lake had become their refuge, a place where they could heal and regroup before continuing on their journey. But they knew that they could not stay for long, for the road ahead was treacherous and uncertain. With heavy hearts, they left the oasis, the memory of its serenity and peace guiding them through the trials and tribulations that lay ahead. Yet they knew that in times of darkness and despair, they could look back upon the lake and find solace in its beauty and tranquility.