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* Albus Henrik Brian Amador * Professor of Demonology, Wizard of Blackwell Tower. 101 - 180 S.A The air was thick with soot, the sky held no stars, the background filled with Shades of the long-deceased; Shadows wandering aimlessly, only to occasionally cast a glimpse in the direction of the strangers, only to whisper: “You shall join our fate if you do not turn back.” “Turn around whence you came” “The Aenguls forsake us here… Leave” The Old Wizard knew such sights were to await them here: Aegis’ long-deceased and abandoned population, the aftermath of conflict between Aenguls & Demons, of Cataclysm & Catastrophe. Descendants’ Unresolved Tragedy. . . They had to come here. They could not turn back. Lest Aevos be subjected to the same fate. A strange stone construct stood in this desolate waste, veiled by the smog and soot with only a bright Sapphire fire raging in the centre; three corpses hung loosely upon wooden stakes, tied to the poles, decapitated and contorted. The latest prizes of an unholy hunt. An obscured figure knelt to the flames. Beside them rose two Paladins of Old. God-Forsaken. “Why do you come here?” Dark Times, Dark Days. Corruption of Deific beings & Demons Unleashed. “Sol Invicta - Daughter of Order, We come under dire circumstances and we seek counsel.” Weapon drawn, A grotesque item of Blackened Crystal: The Rotting Claw of the Lion. They had found whom they sought: The Lion of the Abyss. But no counsel was granted. “You seek advice from one that your Lord, damned to the ruins of Aegis, where the Isles of Sheerok have no connection. No truth.” The terrifying trio began to step forward, fanning out and flanking the doomed. Forsworn and forsaken fighters judging the gathering: their Order. On the hip of one, the head of a Herald. Another Trophy. “Order is that the weak kneel and the Strong protect those who cannot wield the sword. They understand their place and know when to be dealt with. . . I am bound here. . .Bury your blades in your necks, help the fight that renders here & I shall make you part of my legion. To stand against the tide of Mordring here in the Abyss.” What happened next was a chaotic scene. Some fought. Some fled. Most died. The Old Wizard had come, alongside his niece, abiding to one Mantra: It is better to save an innocent life than to take a guilty one. It is better for the soul. They had failed to save her, for she could not be saved. A thrall to the whims of Aenguls. So, they ran. Abyssal chain wrapped around the Old Wizard’s leg, tripping him up and landing him in the ash and soot; looking up to his kin, his student and the future hope of many, Albus shouted: “GO!” He turned about to his assailant, One of the Forsaken, Abyss-Walking Paladins of Yore. It was a Horrifying Spectre: Ethereal Chains held in a Gauntleted fist. “Vyr Battle Here is being fought on Aevos. Y’am an Old Man, Niet long for this world…” “That is True - You have had a long life. The others here are Young, they do not see your wizened brow and homely face. Die Well.” The ethereal chains began to whip up about his body, tightening about the neck of the Old Wizard, forcing him to gasp for air. Flashes of Azure mist flared from the chains, the Old Wizard attempted desperately to rid himself of those chains, but to no avail. With a secondary attempt, the flash fizzled and Albus lay in the soot once more, his gaze up to the sky. The Nausea set in first. The pain came next. Cut in twain at the waist. The Wizard of the Blackwell Tower looked up towards the Blackened Sky. He’d spent a lifetime defending against Demons, to be felled by a Demi-Aengul’s Death Knight. But, He would not join the Legion of the Lion of the Abyss. He suffered the Fate of the Shades. Within the Confines of the Old Wizard’s Tower, A large parchment with a series of sealed letters: Here in lies, set forth, the Last Will & Testament of Albus Henrik Brian of the House of Amador. Son of Radmir of the House of Amador. Professor of Demonology, Chronologist, Voidal Wizard & Custodian of the Blackwell Tower within the Duchy of Brabant. I name as the executor of my Will: Ser Sterling Percy of the House of Whitewood-Blaxton, Duke of Brabant and Lord of Lotusgrad. An Accounting of my Actions, to be published to those who wish to read it: Throughout my life, I have sought out the evil that stowed-away within the Amadorian Flagship from Asulon, from the Diary of Daniel Amador. The Demon that had killed my ancestors and our Great Founder, before the emaciated survivors of my House landed on Anthos, bringing along that Demon of Misfortune and Misery. I swore, on the relics of my ancestors gathered by Nataliya Amador, that I would defend my House and all Descendent-Kind from the evils of Demons. Through my exploits, after a lifetime of study and research, I was ultimately able to defend the Duchy of Brabant from an Armoured Infernal Hellhound. In that great battle, when I lost my dearest Papej, I had summoned a great tornado and felt at the peak of my powers. However, if you are reading this now, then I have been felled during a desperate expedition to the Abyss to save Aevos from the Darkness that is Here. I have borne witness to the Aengul Xan, who was uncharacteristically enraged at his followers & who will descend upon Aevos, bringing about a new conflict between the Aenguls and the Demons. Azdromoth, Arch-Drakaar and Leader of the Azdrazi, Wars with the Order of the Golden Lion to the detriment of all Descendent-Kind. His Holiness, Pontiff Caius Primus, makes Crusade against Hexicanum & Gashadokuro. Darkspawn plague the Northern Kingdom of Ravenmire where King Bo I Rostova, disowned of Amador, fights to defend his people. Ser Sterling Whitewood-Blaxton leads the Silver Crusade against the tides of Moz Strimoza's Hellspawn. Descendent-Kind must Unite. Unite, or surely, you will fall and Aevos shall suffer the fate of Aegis before it. I leave but one hope to Descendent-Kind, the girl who was denounced by the Sons of Horen & whomst has borne great pain for Redemption, fighting still for all. Professor Albus Henrik Brian Amador, on the 9th day of The First Seed in the 180th Year of the Second Age. A Series of Letters that I would wish delivered to their respective parties: To Ailure of the Order of the Golden Lion: To His Holiness, Pontiff Caius Primus: To His Royal Highness, King Ivan VIII of Haense: To His Royal Highness, Bo I Rostova, King of Ravenmire: To His Grace, Ser Sterling Whitewood-Blaxton, Duke of Brabant: To The Right Honourable Henrik Amador, Vikomit of Zveslund: To Faeryel & Sarah Artenin, The Grand Magister of Hohkmat & Vizier of Fire: To Lord Karl of Falkner & Mirasul of Val'taelu: To Katherina Sophia: To Vindyr Di Ixolar: OOC:

“The Last Golden Cigar” Marcel Galken walked over to grab his son in tight hug “I know you will do this family proud, no doubt in my mind. And if you every feel lost you can always pray to GOD and talk to Wilhelm… I trust that man to guide you if you ever need” Marcel would let his son go, only to soon embrace him in a warriors shake. “You are destined for great things my son… promise me you will not join me and your grandfather soon. Remember what ever happens where ever you go you have allies… dont be afraid to rely on them” Matthias would return the handshake before pulling his father into one last hug “Thank you father, you will be missed.” he smiled while clearing the tears from his eyes “say hi to grandfather for me” With that the Galkens split for the last time… Marcel would head out the main gates of Reinmar, lifting himself onto his horse followed by his dog… he’d set off in the sunset. He’d reach into his pocket pulling out one last Aurum infused Cigar…. Quickly lighting it he’d puff as he continued his journey to the seven skies… [!] A letter would be found in Konstantin von Theonus’ mail box Dear Konny, I’m writing you to say I appreciate everything you have done for me, gave me a home when I didnt have one, gave me a reason to keep fighting when I didnt have one… and for that I am internally grateful. And proud to be able to call such a man as yourself my Brother. I love you. Take care of your family. Sincerely, Your brother in arms and your Master at arms, Marcel Galken [!] A photo of Marcel in Theonus cloak was sketched in [!] A letter on was in the aviary for Yvon Galken Dear Yvon, Please watch over my son, I know you will do good to keep him safe as well as the Galken name. I want to thank you for welcoming me back into the family with open arms. And I am forever in your debt. Please remember, you are meant for great things. Don't forget it Sincerely, Your uncle Marcel Galken [!] A letter would Arrive at the Stroheim keep addressed to Robert Dear, Robert. You were not only a friend, but a mentor at the same time. you really helped me get back into Minitz and not feel like an outsider. for that im grateful... I will have a Cigar and a drink waiting for you up here my friend. thank you so much for everything Sincerly Brother in Arms, Marcel Galken. [!] A letter would be waiting for the Petran Royalty, when opened two joints would fall out for the previous queen Dear Catherine, and Renilde I thank you both for giving me a home and a job when I needed one, as well as giving me and opportunity to do good on my name in Petra. I hope all is well for you and your kingdom in the coming years. GOD bless… Sincerely, The Royal Joint Roller Marcel Galken ________________________________________________________ And Here ends the story of Marcel Galken son of the Golden Gryphon Father to Matthias Galken Theonus Master at Arms Brother Teacher REINMAREN! WerRastet, Der Rostet! 1905-1973 ________________________________________________________ OOC: Hey, first off I would like to thank @Sarvenfor the opportunity to play Marcel I had such a blast playing him! going through all the highs all lows of trying not to disappoint his father and meet lots of people from his fathers past was a blast! there really was a lot of lore behind the character and I appreciate the opportunity man! Next! @Deetsfor allowing me to join them in petra in the Theonus keep when I wasn't sure where I wanted to Bring Marcel! thank you for all those opportunity's and all the gifts you and all the Theonus have given me! for that I thank each and every one of you!!!!!! and @Frode for Continuing the Galken name! I know he will make it proud and rise to glory! my trust is in you homedawg best of luck! and Thank you to all of those I havent mentioned you have all played apart in Marcels story! and even tho I am not mentioning you in here I do appreciate it! this is my longest forum pos so im trying my best! again thank you to everyone who played aparty in his story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!!! MUCH LOVE TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

[!] A notice from Excitor would have been nailed to varying areas about Karosgrad and allied nations. ▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩ Upon the recent announcement from the palace, on tutoring, I have decided to host a series of interviews so as to ascertain a tutor for my children that fit my requirements. With this in mind, as the Matriarch of House Bishop, I am seeking a tutor to teach my children and the next generation of the Bishop household. Pay will be discussed upon meeting, alongside what your qualifications may be. The ability to be a live-in tutor is an option, though it will not be enforced if you have your own residence. ▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩ Signed, Lady Anna von Amador Karolina Bishop, Matriarch of the Bishop Household.

Seeking a Voidal Feeling teacher, send a letter by bird or courier to the Library of Dragur addressed to Tej'i.

*Flyers are up everywhere* "I am in need of a combat teacher to teach my three children how to defend themselves if need be, i'd do it myself but i am not so great at combat. I will pay 50 minas per lesson, per child, and will provide a combat dummy. Please bird me if you are interested in the job" ~Arabella Rosalie Delevoye OOC INFO: My username is TheCheshireNeko, i am in roman timezone and my fellow children are usually on around 6 pm- 12 am my time. If you are interested in this job, shoot me a message.

Loud thumps on the roofs of cities, the clanking of armor, all can be heard, along with flyers falling from the sky, saying: "Human woman looking for Illusion magic teacher, send a bird to Luna R. Rider ((LunarRider)) if you are of if you know someone that is an Illusion magic user.". The thumping and armor clanking fades as the flyers stop falling, now laying on the ground.

[!] Flyers can be seen all over the land of Vailor, particularly imminent in Khalestine. The poster is made of fine parchment and reads (In neat hand writing). IC: Coran Rextiureus is looking for a conuration teacher. Send a bird to me at Sutica Library, I should recieve it within minutes. I am an enchanter and human. I am well balanced in most skills but particularly good in enchanting. Thank you. OOC: Minecraft username: dadarkangel Timezone: GMT (but time is flexible)

*A note is posted on several noticeboards across Athera Dear Magic Teachers of Athera, I am looking for a trustworthy Man, Elf, Dwarf, etc. who is willing to train me in the arts of either Sensory Illusion or Electromancy. If anyone is interested in teaching me, please respond below. Humbly, Hadrien Blade Valdeg