Mescaffier

"What the faechk is wrong with these people?" remarked a Baron, scowling at the guide. "Blood pacts? Torture? They're darkspawn!"

An elderly woman read the flier with squinted eyes, a single brow poised in contemplation. "Me vhen I lie," the Knight declared, pointing a gnarled finger at the paper. "Dumb faechk doesn't know Lurin is apart of the church!"

A thin sheet of metal was left at one of the locations the cryptic writing had been deposited within, its surface shining like it'd been hewn out of the sun itself. Words were meticulously indented into it, assumably via the use of some stamp. "In the realm where stars converge and sing, Where echoes of a new day softly cling, I seek the Dawnbringer, radiant and bright, Guiding souls from the depths of night. Where lay the sun past the peaks, whose light glimmers past trees and creeks, where is this hidden place, where can I find the Dawnbriger's grace?"

Make it against the rules for lotc discords to have NSFW channels & suggestive imgs (including art)/topics/etc posted pls -Someone who's been unfortunate enough to have seen this multiple times

"Tell her skygod to get online!" the man barked back. He must be sick, what in the world was a skygod? Or 'online'?!

"The filfth Vikelans ought to be purged for their refusal," an aged old woman spat. "Darkspawn and druids, the lot of them!"

“FALL FEST” Ready your cozy sweaters, pumpkin-spiced beverages, and bags of candy – Fall is here at last! House Galbraith would like to announce the first annual ‘Fall Fest’, taking place in three month’s time at the fairgrounds of Balian. The itinerary is as follows … __________________________________________ Any merchant that’d like to sell fall-themed goods (or goods in general) may send John a bird to sign up. Large tents will be 10 mina – stalls will be free! One stall/tent per person/company. While supplies last! The other parts of Aevos are cooling down into winter, the seagulls are back! Except … oh, no! They’ve misplaced all their eggs! Whoever can find the most within a timespan of 5 minutes wins - alongside a smaller prize for 2nd. 1st: A golden, maple leaf-shaped necklace 2nd: A miniature Golden egg Grab your strongest shield and fastest steed and compete in Joust & Sip: a long tradition held by Balian of getting drunk and jousting. Contestants will be given a keg of Apple Cider to consume before the joust, and once inebriated will face off against their opponent. The matches will be structured in a championship-esque way, requiring each individual to drink another keg and another up until the last match. *House Galbraith is not responsible for any injuries that may result from participating or watching this joust, including but not limited to: liver failure, nausea, vomiting, impalement, blunt force trauma, death, et cetera. 1st: Mina prize 2nd: A Balian fox-hound Thursday, September 7th 5:30 PM EST Balian Fairgrounds Ignis aurum probat, The Honorable, John Augustus, Baron of Castelorena, Ensign, Commissar, and Beastmaster of the Armada, Ward of the King

John's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, muttering something as he showed it to the two folk beside him. "This wasn't teu, ai ...?" he grimaced, looking to Asya. "Godani. Who could hate them more than ... oh. Oh no." With a look of horror, the Baron began to very hurriedly pen a letter to one of his more vindictive friends. "This better be a coincidence."

"A good man," John commented in a quiet voice, poking the cinders within his fireplace. Musing to himself, the man murmured, "why has the mood felt so ... grim, lately?" With a frown, he did his best to shake the feeling as he poured himself a glass of some potent-smelling beverage. "Enjoy things while they last, I suppose. "

The Baron of Castelorena held the blade in his hands, a toothy grin plastered onto his face. "This'll be fun!"

An old Baroness lifts a glass to the air, a congregation below her doing the same. "AVE SILVER LUBBA!" she cawed, tapping an aurum fork on the rim of the glass.

A Peer’s Passing Issued by the BARONY OF CASTELORENA On the 3rd day of Godfrey’s Triumph, Year 1939 From the dawn of Balian’s creation, the country and its people have been faced with adversity – yet, never, have they wavered. When House Galbraith broke off following Acre’s Rebellion and fled to the South, it pledged its fealty to the then Grand Duke and shed its title of Duke in order to join Balian. When Lucius died, it was then on Carles’ shoulders to rebuild, and rebuild he did. Regardless of controversies, Baron Carles Galbraith was a prominent statesman and a valiant commander in the Armada who had an entire crew to his name – a fantastic sailor, as well. It is with a heavy heart we must announce the passing of Baron Carles Galbraith, Son of Lucius. Early in the morning of the 3rd of Godfrey’s Triumph he, and a small number of men, went out to sea in hopes to fell a great serpentine beast in the waters, and the ship was later found wrecked ashore on the Balianese coast with only a single, maimed, survivor. Those of the Baronial family shall enter a period of grief to mourn Carles, donning black garb for the rest of this Saint’s week. IN MEMORIAM Baron Carles Galbraith 1891 - 1939 Baron & Knight Commodore of the Armada Father of John, Ipera, & Holly The Baron of Castelorena is dead, long live the Baron. Ignis aurum probat, The Honorable, John Augustus, Baron of Castelorena, Ensign, Commissar, and Beastmaster of the Armada, Ward of the King

John bats his eyelashes at the Vice Procurator. "Job, please!"

A tired heir read through the missive, a smile on his face 'til he came to see Demetrius' entry - in which he used ink to blot out his name, and the writings about him, completely. "A man who tried to kill me in the square, in broad daylight, deserves not honor nor fame. He is ibleesspawn: who wields Blood Mage weaponry and sings the sings of demons!"

John woke in a cold sweat, holding a hand to his forehead. Had it all been a dream? "Mein gotte ... it's the Haense-mancers, theyve bewitched me, Rhys ..." he wept.

"Huh?" He glanced to the man, and then about his & Rhys' tower, before jutting a hand to the ladder beneath them. "Get out of our house!?!"

An avocado-toast eating man reeled at the news, slapping his knee with a ring-clad hand. He nearly choked on a glob of guac as he cackled, tears pricking his only eye. "Serves them right for that egregious letter!" John Augustus snickered. "Look at this, mi tesoro." He went to hand the letter over to Rhys, his golden grills shining in the lanternlight. @Nilyeet

A gaunt Baron glanced over the letter, grazing on a piece of toast slathered in avocado. His brow poised, a hand tipped with crimson nails drumming atop his desk - disrupting the little scaled creature roosting beside him. "Quite an overreaction ... it's likely just an error, nie? Are they really threatening shedding blood over an error?" John Augustus scoffed, swiveling around in his chair to wave over his Ruthern companion. "A good thing your family left that accursed nation." @Nilyeet

John arranges a lovely set of gifts made for Estella, consisting of various perfumes and wines from the Castelorenan lands -- and a cloak made of rat pelts for Demetrius. "He'll love this."

A tired man hobbled down a ladder, waving the flier in the air. "Pepinillo! We should coordinate outfits!" John called out, handing it over to his companion. @Nilyeet

lup horen (anyone but Krug, orcs already villainised enough)

Blinded by some feverish rage, the to-be Baron of Castelorena took the flier and tore it, leaving shreds on his bedroom floor. Foam pooled at the edges of his lips, his brows knit and his knuckles white as he spat some nonsensical words at the paper. "Poisoning Novellen blood with Balian Ruthern filfth," John bumbled, puffing on his fifth cigar that eve. "D-demonspawn ... godani ... demonspawn! Evil people!"

Dame Viktoriya feels as though she'd been scammed as the Chancellor of Knowledge, with no tax exemption. "Gonnah pollute all the land ... the trout population will tank!"

guys if we worked together we'd accomplish blue :(