Mescaffier

Some 'armored figure' wailed, slamming its fists upon the hollowed husk of a tree. Around it sat a field burnt to crisp, set aflame in some rage; smoke and smog damning the sky, and beyond. "You told me you weren't going to die!" It shook its head, wiping its red face of the soot that'd painted it. "I don't know what devil killed him. But I'll find them, I'll . . . I'll burn down all of this cursed city myself!" White flames licked at its heels, consuming the field just before Providence. A corpse hung at its fore; Sergei Othaman, though deprived of his flesh - some Orenian soldier.

Dame Viktoriya grimaced, reading over the pamphlet with a visible distaste. "How do they know my name, what in the world?" she hissed, hiding her face with a hand. That woman turned to glance at the hulking figure by her side, husked by black steel; only staring. "Let's solve problems as we always do, die Begleitung. Beat t'faechk out of whoever's te'worm that wrote this mess."

Captain Viktoriya frowned, glancing between both documents. She sighed, settling back with one in-hand. "It seems we've gone back to war. Lest the dwarves wish to retract their demands . . ." that woman shook her head. "Oh well. I'll do what I need to protect my kin."

Viathan Othaman grimaced at the flier, smoothing one edge with his thumb as he spoke to a debutee. He folded it and set it away, shaking the thought off with a pout. "Hurtful vords, but at least they didn't critique me. Though, I do niet recall speaking to a Natalie, and . . . Hey! She spelled my name wrong! Now, I'm offended at that!"

o all prospective bachelors and bachelorettes, I extend an invitation to you to join my kinsmen at the County of Valles; the ruby of Northern Oren, to dine and speak over the candlelight! Before the Princess Imperial names one lucky lady the Ruby of the Season, I find it fit to meet and make acquaintances with our fellow debutees! t this small feast, we’ll dine on local game and discuss our hopes and goals for this season. Are you a Dame that strives to capture the Imperials’ mighty eye? Or a Sir, that seeks a lady’s company? Make yourself known here, and scope out either party to get a ‘head-start’ on the matchmaking. nce we’ve eaten, the Grand-Heir of Valles, his Lordship, Viathan Vladislav Othaman, will host a raffle; of two names pulled, each will win a prize. Those prizes are the following . . . Emerald of Valles Northern Riches Down on your luck, and need a stack of cash? Or, perhaps you seek to become an Officer Cadet in the army? Though this amount isn’t predetermined, the winner of this prize will receive a grand portion of the proceedings gained from those who enter the raffle! A payment of 10 mina is required per raffle ticket; the more tickets bought, the better the chance and bigger the prize pool! Raffle tickets may be bought via bird, or upfront at the feast. If you'd like to buy a ticket in advance, contact Viathan; NO REFUNDS GIVEN! nd lastly, all debuting Lords & Ladies, as follows, will be open to mingle and greet ‘midst the event. His Lordship, Viathan Othaman, Heir to Valles His Lordship, Kelhus Othaman His Lordship, Erik T. Othaman His Lordship, Sergei H. Othaman All debuting Lords and Ladies are invited; though the following are especially encouraged to come. Her Ladyship, Elizabeth Leopoldine Carrion-Tuvyic Invited by his Lordship, Viathan Othaman [ @Tigergiri] Her Ladyship, Renee Caroline Ashford de Falstaff Invited by his Lordship, Kelhus Othaman [ @mori ] Miss Ofelia de Savin Invited by his Lordship, Sergei Harold Othaman [ @Levicourpos ] If one seeks to take up arms against the guests Of the Imperial party, they will be swiftly dealt with. All citizens and peoples are invited, save For those of the enemy states of The Holy Orenian Empire. Weaponry and foul play will not be tolerated. IN NOMINE DEI, His Lordship, Viathan Vladislav Othaman, Heir to the County of Valles, Heir to the Viscounty of Valles

A Plate-Clad Figure scowled down at the missive, putting it aside as it shoved a slew of potions; working, and archaic, into a leather duffle bag. It shoved the bag's belt over one pauldron and heaved it onto its back with a muffled groan, making a start onto the road. "Ostromir, you fool, don't die yet. You've saved my life thrice - it's too early for you," that descendant mumbled, pinching its eyes shut as light filtered through its visor. "Besides, those hooligans in the Seven Skies aren't as good as mortal company. I hear you only get to make half-witted remarks at your family every once-in-a-while, in what some crazy old man called the . . . 'Feer-em?' 'Forr-em' . . . 'Forr Uum' section of heaven. Wonder where that loon got the name for it."

MC Name: TreeSmoothie Current Tier: none Desired Tier: A Reason to be Moved: I am Orlanth's bestest friend for life, I deserve good tier.... REVISION: I've also beaten legendary pvp god MICKAEL in pvp... @aiden0023I demand a good tier

IGN: TreeSmoothie Character Name: Dame Viktoriya Magical Ability(s): Inquire in DMs (people like to ask for magic OOCly) + t3 (max) alchemy Discord: TreeSmoothie#2018

ot long after the Mali's letter had been distributed, he'd have found a short missive sent back in response, delivered by a large, rather conversational crow adorned in tacky jewelry and dozens of expensive-looking, hanging chains. A scroll sat tucked 'twixt its two talons clad in gold, unfurling when taken to reveal; "Minuvas Melphestaus, You seem well rounded for an elven kinsman I've never quite seen in the empire. I'm Viktoriya; and, while I likely cannot fulfill the position of a tutor, I'd be interested to meet another Imperial 'thill. I know my fair share, I'm ancient in human terms - though nothing fantastic or extraordinary. If you'd like to speak, find me in Providence! Signed, The Right Honorable, Captain Dame Viktoriya Tseczar KL, Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Imperial Order of the Lion."

"Malan ito Adrine," Viktoriya bobbed her head. "Ti."

Viktoriya wails, "HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE!?! OUT! OUT!"

Viktoriya rose a wrap to her lips, inhaling the tendrils of smoke as they rose. She shook her head. "Aimee is doing this, of all people? The woman who gave out 'Ivy Dust' to every adult and every child who visited her brothel parties?" that Captain snorted, kicking her feet back. "This is pitiful. I'm not even scared, what will she do? Angrily bat her eyes at me?"

Winter - 110

"This is just idiotic. I'm not arresting anyone for the use of drugs . . . Cactus Green, Tranqer, and all, at least," murmured a battered army Captain. "Some of us have trauma. Some of us have seen the gruesome tides of war and vicious crime day in and day out. And some of us use these to forget it. Suck my boot, Solicitor-General, you tone-deaf faechk."

Captain Viktoriya Tseczar briefly scanned the flier she'd caught in the wind, snickering beneath her breath as she faced off against the dozen druids before her. The figure of the woman shrugged, slinking off behind the pillar she guarded to read it fully. "More pitiful than these elves, for sure . . . What was it that man said? 'Come face us on the field like men, we're waiting'. Ai, we're waiting, now, you lilly-livered cowards."

Captain Viktoriya entered the room, sparing a glance toward the new 'Supreme Queen'. She grinned beneath her helmet, taking a moment to squint at the flattened corpses below as another plummeted. "Mm. Nice."

Captain Viktoriya gave a mere shrug of her shoulders, muttering some curse beneath her breath at the wretched Falstaff as she went on about her day. Captain Viktoriya gave a mere shrug of her shoulders, muttering some curse beneath her breath at the wretched Falstaff as she went on about her day.

Ragaakh let out a loud huff, shoving the last log within the wall. A pyre burned before her, tendrils of flame licking at the overhanging shrubbery; she'd been finishing up one of the last rooms in the keep, the Spiritwalking room, when the horn had been blared. "New goi, new bruddahz!" the orcess hummed to herself, squeezing out from the tiny doorway. With a roll of her eyes, she chuckled a low, "Curze dah Rex for making mi door zo zlim!" as she departed for the square.

Captain Viktoriya rolled her shoulders back as she tore through the barriers that'd been placed along the walls. She shook her head, watching as that boy they'd detained fled toward the horizon. A fretful pout had marked her visage, that elderly woman still trembling as she caught sight of the execution in the Bastion's courtyard. "Godspeed, young Caius. I pray this all blows over," she remarked beneath her breath, fiddling with a hammer. "That poor boy."

RP Name: Captain Vik Tseczar Minecraft Name: TreeSmoothie Age: 30...60... Something. Old. Do you agree to pay the entry fee of 5 minas to participate in the race?: Yes

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"Great! A mine to send all of my bothersome children to!" cackled a blonde-haired leviathan, idly counting a stack of painfully bedazzled coins and golden trinkets. The bridge of her nose wrinkled at the aurum, reeling back as a face peeked over the shining columns. Her hand trailed along a wall, jagged with black diamonds & cruely torn scales of some creature; obsessive over her riches like a wretched drake. "You, fetch Vasili. I have a task for him," Viktoriya sneered at the mention of her Otha-born by-blow. "There's money to be made."

Captain Viktoriya grasped the flier with a glimmer of hope in her eye, preparing to cry to this elfess over her hundreds and thousands of problems . . . Truly, what an appalling woman.

A figure stumbled its way through the dank twists and turns of the tunnels beneath the bastion, cold puffs of air trailing from their maws as footsteps split the silence of the catacombs, rumbling across the sodden ground like thunder reverberating along a blackened sky. And like rain and hail, did that woman fall, with a tremendous thud as she tried to reach into the air. "Viktoriya, Viktoriya, come back!" And yet, she chose not to heed that herald's words. The door to the crypt swung open with such a force that the old wood had splintered and broken, leaving the Captain scrambling through shards of oak like a babe learning to walk. In a breathless voice, did her desperation ring out through the bleak hall. The beginnings of a choked sob; out of guilt, or of grief, she wailed, "It's gone." She muttered to herself that phrase again, checking the empty coffin thrice before hurriedly clambering onto her feet. Blood trickled from her hands, wood impaling the palms and knees of that old, bedraggled mutt of a descendant. "Where. Where has it gone? The Metropolitan had claimed he hadn't killed the boy! Where -" Viktoriya began to scream, clutching both ends of her head with her splintered hands, only cut short by the Fifth Brigadier beside her. "The . . . Madame, we've a report at the hospital, of a . . ." And before that soldier could finish, she'd already begun racing away on her desperate hunt. "I shan't be blamed for this, it wasn't I! I didn't know he was alive, I didn't know! You wretch, you fiend . . . You cursed man, you fool of a Bishop. You sought to trick that ghost into its death, and now look what it's brought upon us." Viktoriya grimaced as she pried open the doors to the operating room, her gaunt hands clutched tight to the iron door. There, sat the eaten corpse; brutalized and mutilated, his eyes glazed and his mouth sewn shut to enforce his silence. And there she wept, "You monster of a Bishop, of a holy man. You taunted this spirit, and this spirit gave its response in blood; of which you first shed."