Rea Family/Dancer/Recruiting Anyte

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea)

My Friend,

It seems my long nights of blood rituals using the peasant's blood in the heart of the Bathory cellars is finally paying off. The heraldrim now hate us and are at war. The plan to take Rines and the other city, while still a very long time to go, has finally begun. We must deal with the current enemy, then Lastfell, and then we may convince Madam Bae to turn her attention south. Eva has walked straight into our trap.

Anyte Luitolf

Dame of Lastfell

'Letter from Dancer Rea

(Personal message to Anyte Luitolf)

Lady Anyte, I did not know our goals aligned so well. I wish for the Island, and nothing more. Let us work together in the destruction of those pretenders to the south. I tire of their endless tirade against Mordok, and the lies they spread far and wide. They wouldn't know a real demon worshiper if they became their ruler and summoned a horde into the throne room. Eva has indeed walked straight into our trap.

~Dan

Dancer Rea

Knight of Jedinchel

Letter from Anyte Luitolf

(Personal message to Dancer Rea)

Your sights are to low, Sir Dan. All of it must go. All heralds must perish. They will pay for spreading their lies. They will pay for worshiping a daimon queen so powerful even the daimons themselves fear her. They will pay for running my family from their ancestral home.

The island is not enough. Region by region, duchy by duchy, the theocracy shall lose their lands, and if the pretender empire of Shattered Vales wishes to interfere with this, they will fall too.

Anyte Luitolf Dame of Lastfell

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 6 hours, 13 minutes ago You are right of course, the whole realm needs to be removed from the maps. They are a danger to society, spreading Lies about their goddess and her powers. They sicken me to my core. Their 'goddess' is nothing more then a farce to make those fools sleep better at night. They really believe you can control Daemons through prayers and worship! You cannot control a hurricane!

Let us wipe them, and any who stand in the way, from this earth. They shall pay for their Lies.

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 6 hours, 4 minutes ago Dancer let a feral smile slide onto his face. Finally, the fire he'd seen in Anyte's eyes had come through. Obia'Syela hmm? They were Liars of the highest order. Controlling the Daemons? Ha! Dancer shook his head. The daemons will take this world one day, and those who accepted that, and bent the knee, would be handsomely rewarded. The old texts he'd smuggled out of Firebalt a few days ago had shown he'd need to practice some smaller spells first, before summoning his masters. What an excellent excuse to practice.

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 5 hours, 58 minutes ago Sir Dan,

Trust me, when they say that they can control daimons, that is very true. It is well documented and known that the Oracle, with the power of Obeah, was able to do just that when she first took Keffa. However, what can control a daimon besides another daimon?

Obeah is not a goddess, she is a daimon queen. One so powerful that even the daimons themselves fear her. Not even the likes of Overlord himself controlled the daimons as she did in Keffa. He commands them, but this was more than that. It was complete control as if part of a hive mind. Trust me, as a native of their lands, when I say that Obeah is something to fear. We cannot let her influence spread for if she were to break her bonds, bonds that I believe her own kin placed upon her, then I fear we may have no hope. The heraldrim must fall. They cannot spread the falseness of Obeah.

I also fully admit a personal stake in wanting OS in particular gone, the realm and the cult that runs it. They have run my family off from our ancestral home because we would not bend the knee to this goddess. My own sister did the research and found the truth when I was very young. She then mysteriously went "missing". The same will happen here, there, everywhere. If they come and win, then we will be forced to do 1 of 3 things. We will be forced into worship, forced to leave the continent, or we will conveniently "disappear".

Fear that is which the daimons fear themselves.

Anyte Luitolf Dame of Lastfell

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 4 hours, 31 minutes ago The whole religion is farce, made up by some scared children trying to accept the horrors that had befallen this continent. Any eyewitness accounts can be easily explained away as street magic or paid off 'witnesses'. When Keffa was first taken is the only time real daemons have stepped foot under the OS banner. I have no doubt they were sent there by a daemonic power, however, some bedtime story those fools made up was not the cause. They disappeared shorty after. If they truly could 'control daemons' they would have taken over half the continent by now, and they certainly wouldn't be bothering to stab Angela. They'd just cut her head off, after taking our capital. I think a real Daemon Lord is screwing with them, trying to test the waters, if you will. What better way to slaughter a whole population then making them underestimate you?

I do not fear those fools, they simply offend me. I also have a personal stake, as the lost realm of Riombara was my home when I first traveled to this land, many moons ago. As a young knight, I cut my teeth there. The Rines was my first home, and I wish to free it from tyranny.

Regardless of the validity of their religion, we have a shared goal, my Lady. Let us bring them a cleansing fire, and remove their stink from this land. Would you happen to know of any adventurers that are willing to part with scrolls?

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 2 hours, 4 minutes ago Anyte read over the last letter from Dancer over and over again. How can this man believe in daimons, but not that Obeah is a daimon queen that even the daimon lords want to see imprisoned? She thought to herself, just as a servant came into her command tent in Orde.

It was Allova Saxa, the fair-haired and blue-eyed Bathory maiden that she had sent to Woelfen to help in Jedinchel.

"Mistress, I return to you since you are so close now. Baron Woelfen has disappeared, and so my duties to him disappear with it. On my way in, a servant had this letter from the duke. I figured I would deliver it for him and represent myself to you at the same time." The young maiden said, bowing before her mistress.

Anyte looked over Allova, one of her favorite maidens, and realized that during her time there she had not been treated well. She took the letter and read over it, and her eyes widened. It seemed the Duke wished to reinstate her to Lastfell!

"Allova, rest up and recover, then I have another mission for you." She said looking at the girl again. "Of course mistress." "I wish you to take a message to Sir Dan, then remain with him. See that he treats you better than the mountain giant Woelfen did. Tell him that the Duke might make me a Margravine again. This will not be enough for me though. The peasants saw fit to throw me out, so I must be more strict. I must be seen as their princess. Their ruler in their eyes, with the Duke and Queen as their suzerains. Also, remain with him and ensure the maidens he took from Unger are performing up to par. Punish them in my name if they are not. As with Woelfen, you will be his to do with as he pleases, though to a point. If he abuses you, I will ensure payment will be had. If I find Woelfen I will do the same. No one mistreats the Princess's favorite."

With this, Allova set out straight away, not wanting to keep her mistress's wishes waiting. She could rest upon arrival if her new Lord permitted.

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 3 hours, 43 minutes ago We can agree to have a common enemy at least. Though I can assure you that there is more to Obeah than just stories. Daimons are not even on the continent anymore. You cannot control what is not there. We will leave the validity of Obeah there for she need not be real or fake for us to join forces. Honestly, though, I hope the daimons return. Some people call them evil, sure, but can they really be any worse than I?

They kill peasants. We kill peasants. Mordok eats peasants. In the end, do the peasants really matter? Only in so much as you need them to work your lands. I, Anyte, Princess of Lastfell, would welcome the chance to at least speak to one. I cannot say I worship them as I have not seen their powers with my own eyes, and therefore they hold little more sway than the lame gods everyone professes, but I can say at least we know they are real, and that they are the enemies of our enemies. Speaking with them would not be the end of the world.

It seems we both have reason to hate Obia. My family is from Avengmil. My father's side anyway. I wish to have it back, and the rest of the island, as it is the Luitolf birthright to rule there. They will fall beneath my might, even if I have to manipulate others to make it happen. I will restore my families right, and hopefully, my brothers will rejoin me here, and we can find my sister. If she still lives.

Anyte Luitolf Dame of Lastfell

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 2 hours, 57 minutes ago He stared in shock at the most recent letter. There was no way she could really be serious. Nobody was willing to hear the Truth anymore, not since the last Daemon Lord had left them. He couldn't tell anyone, he'd be beheaded. Especially not her. He glanced at his notebooks, full of poor sketches of her. Some of her sitting across the table from him, others of her officiating her blood games in the Bathory. His manservant was still in the healing tent after he'd insulted the Lady. He closed his eyes. He'd been keeping his own council for so long. Perhaps it was time to reach out, at least a little bit.

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 2 hours, 7 minutes ago My Lady Anyte,

OS offends me with their bedtime stories because I have seen the Daemons, Lady. I can assure you that they cannot control Daemons, or any iteration of. I've stood shoulder to shoulder with the Daemon Lords in battle. Do you know the feeling of a massive storm rolling over the hills, the feeling as you stare at it, knowing it will kill indiscriminately anything in it's path? To stand near one of the Lords is to stand in front of that storm, and hope you are not in the way of it's path of destruction. I've watched countless peasants, and some nobles being ripped in twine by these beings. I've seen a Horde of the lesser daemons slaughter thousands of trained men, and the woman and children they thought they could protect from such horrors. This world is doomed my Lady, doomed to fall to these beings one day. Bedtime stories will not stop that.

Only the strong matter, Lady. The peasants are not strong, or they wouldn't be peasants. They are only useful to tend the fields and lay across my sacrificial circle. Os starting a war because of a few dead peasants is as foolish as it is laughable. We both have stake in eradicating those Pretenders, and should we succeed, both have much to gain. Your sister has most likely perished, but if she survives, she is a strong woman. I'd be happy to have her on our side.

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 1 hour, 50 minutes ago As Dancer sent the messenger out with his most recent letter to Anyte, he sighed. He really hoped he'd made the right choice, trusting her with his secret. He hadn't outright said it, sure, but it didn't take brilliance to find out what he was. He had to survive, to assist his masters upon their return. He grimaced. He needed help, to bring them back. Allies, alliances, supplies, and sacrifices. The wars that had broke out had done much for the sacrifices, but he was sorely lacking in the allies category. He chided himself. Anyte was the clear choice, and he shouldn't be so worried about how she felt about him. It didn't matter if she found him repulsive, or hated him for his choices. Dancer looked to his pile of drawings again, and stopped lying to himself. It mattered, and he hoped he made the right choice.

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 1 hour, 37 minutes ago Sir Dan,

I have not once claimed that Obeah controlled daimon lords. I have claimed she has controlled lesser daimons. Not commanded, controlled. This is a known fact that cannot be denied, and is something even the daimon lords cannot do. We might have differences of opinion of the veiled bitch, but one thing is certain. Your masters hate Obeah and want her chained. I hate her followers for what they have done to my family. So, we can certainly be allies in wanting to get rid of Obia.

Anything more than this and I would have to see with my own eyes. I do not doubt your stories, however, so many stories of daimons are out there and so few matchup that it is hard to find the truth. I can promise you this, I have no reason to denounce them without seeing them any more than I have to denounce Mordok or his followers, so your secret is safe with me. More than this and I would need to speak with a daimon lord myself. I look forward to you making this happen for me.

Anyte Luitolf Dame of Lastfell

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 48 minutes ago Dancer sighed, relief washing over his face. She hadn't dismissed him completely out of hand, anyways. He set Anyte's most recent letter aside, and pulled out paper to respond. He began to explain everything, writing several paragraphs, before stopping halfway through. He leaned back, lost in thought. He needn't get into such detail, really. She wouldn't believe his account of the netherworld anyways. He may have lost a large amount of his sight there, but she would simply say he could have lost it and number of mundane ways. He sighed. He had a way, but it was dangerous, and he wasn't sure it would count in Anyte's eyes anyways. He reached down, and opened his pack. He put the worn scroll in front of him, and fiddled with it back and forth. A Scroll of Teleportation, bestowed upon him by a Daemon Lord in the last invasion. It sent you wherever you wanted, but, you traveled through the netherworld to get there. He'd been saving it for years now, waiting for a true need. He'd almost opened it more then once, if only to see his Brothers again. He'd never even gotten to say goodbye to them. He'd even tried to speak to Usul's relative, but he wouldn't even talk to him, preferring to insult and dismiss Dancer instead. He dropped his head. He should never have jumped into the portal. Really, he should have died with the rest of them, defending the Truth with his last breath. Maybe then he would have been able to join them in the Halls of the Dead, been able to sit at the Lord's tables, honored for his service. Maybe he would not have been sent back, to wallow on this plane, left cut off from his masters, and his Brothers.

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 1 hour, 11 minutes ago My Lady, I will bring you to them myself, the very day they return. There is a fundamental deference between the Lords and the lesser daemons. Namely, the lesser daemons are controlled by the Lords. Now, exactly how has always been unclear. I've never seen a command given, they simply just act on their Lord's wishes. We'll have to agree to disagree on the 'Veiled Bitch's" validity for now.

OS offends me, and I wish it crushed. How do you propose to steer the realm to a more active battleplan? It seems to me the realm would go to war with our neighbors before truly warring with OS. Other realms however, well, the temple in Keffa being razed may help there. We'd have to be careful not to raise too much suspicion, or risk losing our allies.

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 1 hour, 4 minutes ago Sir Dan,

If what you say is true, perhaps Obeah is a daimon lord herself? One that the others do not like. I do know that it is fact that they despise her.

The temple in Keffa is the goal. However, and I know this isn't your strong suit, but we must play the long game. To start an all-out war right now would spell the end of Thalmarkin. We have too much going on already. Let us be content with killing her worshipers for now. Once things calm down, I can talk to Madam Bae and see about the Obian transgressions. I am all about the blood, you know this, but I am also all about winning. Rushing in blind is not the way to do that. Let them rush at us so that we may pick them off.

Anyte Luitolf Dame of Lastfell

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 25 days, 23 hours, 27 minutes ago If Obeah was a daemon Lord, she would walk this earth, destroying everything in her path. I'm afraid all we can do is go in circles about this, until we have proof one way or the other. We'll have to agree to disagree until then, my Lady. I'll be happy to be proven wrong by you.

As for Keffa, they fly an enemy banner. I'll sack the thing myself, once I have men again. More allies for us, after the Head Pretender delivers on her threat.

~Dan

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 25 days, 14 hours, 30 minutes ago Sir Dan,

What you say about Obeah could be true. She would be marching around and destroying. Though, it is also equally possible that the other lords are the ones the imprisoned her in the first place. This is my belief. I know that you do not believe in her, but I have seen her so-called 'miracles' first hand. I have also seen the hatred of her followers personally. The vitriol the bleeds from every orifice on their body. How they viciously attack anyone or anything that dares not believe as they do. The Inquisition is one of the few things in life I can say that I truly fear. The things they do in the name of Obeah is deplorable. Though maybe you now see where I have learned some of my methods. The difference is that I keep it to the lower born.

In other news, I hear that my maiden has arrived to you well. This is good news. She used to work with former Baron Woelfen. She was not treated well, and if he returns he will answer to that. She is of the Saxa family. It is a family that is not quite a member of the peasantry, but not fully noble like you and I either. They have served my family dutifully for years now. I guess the best you could equate them to would be the lesser regional nobility. She will serve you well. At least until I say different. Consider her a sign of my good graces.

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 25 days, 21 hours, 59 minutes ago Dancer sat, rolling the scroll up and down the table, pondering. She'd have to see the power of the Lords herself. He rolled it to the far edge of the table. Of course, he thought, there was no telling where in the netherworld she would go, nor who she would meet. He rolled it back to his chest. If she met the right entities, he'd make a believer of her. He rolled it back to the edge, and closed his filmed over eyes, setting his head on the table. He started under his breath, "Jomorosh, Akkan, Jactosh, Domina. Help me show her, help me show her your Truth. Help me save her from your wrath. She is stubborn, but a strong woman, and worthy of your judgement. Guide me to the answer, my Lords."

A young lady cleared her throat. He could tell by the pitch. What he couldn't tell, was when she'd entered the tent. He peered out from over his arms, squinting to make out her basic features. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?" He growled. "Sir Dancer, I assume." The woman bowed, "I am Allova Saxa. I was sent here by Margravine Anyte, to serve your needs. I'm also supposed to check up on the Maidens you hired, to see if they were preforming as my Lady would have them. Where are they, Sir? I was able to walk into your tent here without any resistance, and they should be chastened for their neglect." Dancer narrowed his eyes. The young woman sounded sincere, anyway. He grumbled, "They were fierce warriors on the battlefield. They died first, protecting the back lines from infantry units. Tried to use bows as close combat weapons, killed a few doing it too. The rest have fled, cowards. I take it Anyte is Margrave again. Good. The bathory needs her machinations to run properly." He hadn't had anyone to talk to for days now, and this woman was an interesting distraction, at the very least. Dancer grumbled on, "Tell me, why has the Lady Anyte seen fit to send me one of her personal handmaidens?" The woman looked at him. He was whip thin, corded muscles standing out on his arms, accenting the scars up and down his forearms. His eyes were filmed over with a white substance, and she was pretty sure if he could see at all, he couldn't see very well. He'd clearly been though a lot. She sighed. "She sent me as a personal helper, to assist you in anyway you need." Dancer stood up, and walked over to her. "Let me see you properly then, if you are to stay. Please don't make any sudden movements, you may knock me in the face, and I can't say that I enjoy the feeling."

Dancer got very close to the handmaiden, inspecting her up and down. He noted the exhaustion under her eyes, and the dirt caked on her clothes. "Been traveling have you? You look about ready to crumple." The maiden nodded. "I have been, Sir." He shook his head. He debated yelling at her about warning him before entering his tent, but he tossed the idea. He'd have to be careful. He didn't think the Lady would think to kindly of him abusing one of her personal handmaidens. "Go set up your tent, and get some sleep. if you need any supplies, they are next to the horses tied up to the north, in the stand of trees. We can speak more in the morning." The maiden gratefully took her leave. This was already going better then expected. She'd taken note of the stained pack at Dancer's side, the strange scroll, the piles of papers scattered about, and the general state of the man. He'd been dropping names of evil beings as she walked in as well. Anyte will be pleased at her report. Dancer was just happy to have someone to help him pack up the camp in the morning.

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 25 days, 5 hours, 38 minutes ago Your methods are very unique, Margrave. I should think I'll have to stop by the Bathory once I return to witness them again. They are a breath of fresh air, a magnificent display of true carnage.

Your maiden has been quite welcome in my camp. She's been travelling back with me, assisting wherever I require. You have quite fine servants, between this Saxa family, and your maidens. I will be hiring a new batch upon my return; I'm afraid bowstrings do little to stop an armored infantry column.

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 22 days, 13 hours, 29 minutes ago Sir Dan,

I have reclaimed Lastfell in the name of the wolf. The real wolf, that is my family and me, not the false pretend wolves that the Carson's and Angelo's pretended to proselytize you all too. Real wolves are not unlike bears, they just use cunning and connections as much as brute force.

To the point. I have been reading over several books left over here in the library. Some from former Melhed, others from down south, from a place called Riombara, which I brought with me from Obia. There are several letters from one of your daimon lords transcribed in them. One called Overlord. He seems to be from the invasion before the last and had a particular hate for a place called Enweil.

This is the same daimon that was mentioned by Obeah's Whore, Eva. It says he died right here in Unger. I have heard Woelfen speak of him as well. I want to know more about this daimon and his brothers. You claim they are your lords, here is your chance to explain him and his horde to me.

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell

Roleplay from Dancer Rea Message sent to all nobles of Thalmarkin (24 recipients) - 24 days, 1 hour, 59 minutes ago

• Mild gore warning

-Current Day-

"Well, that went well. You're a good fighter, maiden." Dancer and Allova stood over the bodies of the four highwaymen that had jumped them. Blood dripped from both of their swords, making little pools in the dirt. Dancer held his left arm close, cradling it after a luck hit from a club."Sir Dancer, are you hurt?" Allova looked over, her face flashing a hint of concern. Dancer ignored her, bending down to run his fingers through the blood quietly seeping out of the nearest highwayman. He straightened, inspecting the blood smeared on his fingers. "He may have broken my arm. Go get the healer's pack, maiden, and attend me. Pity about the shirt, I only brought two."

Allova moved with purpose, finding a small stool, as well as the healer's pack and a clean dagger. Dancer took a seat on the stool, seemly staring into space, while she collected the rest of the supplies. As Allova started to skillfully cut off Dancer's shirt, being careful not to jostle his arm, she gasped quietly. "What is it maiden? I didn't receive any wounds to my back." Allova paused for a moment, before continuing to remove the shirt. "Sir Dancer, please forgive my pause. It's just that I've never seen someone of your class so...." She trailed off. As she pulled off the now shredded shirt, she could see his back clearly. Thick bands of scar tissue crossed his back at regular intervals, wider then her thumb in several places. She'd only ever seen whipping wounds so deep on prisoners in the Bathory, and they usually didn't make it though the night. Dancer let her take it in before he spoke. "Failures have consequences, Maiden." Allova moved to his arm, thinking. "Sir, if I may ask, how many mistakes did you make?" She carefully grabbed his arm, grabbing his wrist and upper arm. With a grunt, she pulled, hard. Dancer's arm made a sickening crack, and Dancer hunched up in pain.

"If.." He paused, clearing his head from the pain of setting bone. Allova balanced the splint boards carefully, beginning to wrap his arm. "If you must know, only one mistake. Tell me, Maiden, what has the Margrave told you about me?" Allova motioned for him to straighten out more before answering. "She told me little. Just that I was to assist you in any way I can." Dancer grunted, "You know though, don't you Maiden. I saw you slip a letter to the messenger the last time he was here. He was quick to give it to me after only a moment's inquiry." Allova stopped wrapping, quickly backing away from the man. She brandished the dagger, ready for that attack that would surly come. She'd been found out, after only a few days. She chided herself for being so careless. Dancer smiled wolfishly. "Allova. If a wanted to silence you, I would have as soon as I read your letter to your lady. Don't concern yourself with it's delivery either, I sent it with the next messenger." Allova narrowed her eyes, still on high alert for violence. Dancer lounged on the stool, smile playing across his face. "Really girl, you are safe here. Your loyalty to your Lady assures that. Do not think you are leaving this assignment either. I have already informed your Lady of my views, and we had a wonderful debate about the validity of the 'Veiled Bitch'." Dancer's face hardened. "I need to make one thing clear though, girl. You do not lie to me, no matter the reason. You were ordered here, as a token of your Lady's good graces. Spying on me is expected, of course. Leave it to that wonderful hellion to kill two birds with one stone." Dancer's face flashed back into a wolfish grin at the thought of the Margrave. "I have nothing to hide from your lady any longer. Send her letters if you wish. However, as long as you remain here, I expect total transparency; No lies, child." Allova still held the dagger at ready, but the stiffness in her shoulders lessened. "I can not trust you, Sir Dancer, but, I can work with you. On one condition. If I am to be honest to you, you must be honest to me." Dancer tilted his head slightly to the side, grinning. "You have a deal, Maiden. Now, I really can't attend my own arm, so if you please...."

• This RP shared for flavor/fluff only.

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 20 days, 55 minutes ago My Lady,

You are certainly a real wolf; I wouldn't cross you lightly. I'm afraid it's been a very long time since I have ever had to refer to a Margrave or Margravine. I had forgotten there even was a gender difference.

Overlord is before my time unfortunately, and any information we have on him and the fifth invasion is, well, to put it nicely, inconvenient to access. The Lords of the sixth I am more personally knowledgeable on, or at least, as knowledgeable as a soldier can be. They are quite different from us, in both appearance and thought. Mostly, I worked with Lord Jomorosh, with occasional visits from Lord Akkan. Together with Usul Soul, Lord Jomorosh and myself, we spent many days building the infrastructure for a shining realm, dedicated to Truth, in the south. Unfortunately, the Pretenders from Shattered Vales took offense to that. We fought them off for many weeks, with the help of a small daemon horde. Too soon, the Lord, and his deamons, were called away, and our fledgling realm was crushed before it could fly. It saddens me to this day that they could not see the Truth. The Truth will prevail one day, and all the Valain's did was prolong this world's suffering.

As for my preferences, I should think I prefer a strong woman. Not that it matters. While spouses are not considered in the Truth, I have already pledged myself to the Lords, and any woman worthy of my attentions would deserve to be the most important thing in my life. That simply can not happen.

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 19 days, 22 hours, 53 minutes ago I'm sorry, Margravine. I didn't explain myself clearly. In service to the Truth, it does not matter if I take a woman, or if I choose not to. The only stipulation is that my service remains my primary duty. I couldn't tell you if or what the Lords require for 'fuel', as I spent most of my time fighting, not inquiring about the deeper natures of the Lords. That was for the Tongues to understand. I wish I could help you meet one, but they have all perished, some several times, before I returned to this plane. None of them have returned in years, and I suspect we shouldn't hold our breath. They have received their rewards. However, I may know a way to find the answers to your questions. We had made a respiratory of knowledge, hidden deep under Firebalt. The issue, of course, is getting into and out of it without being captured. I was able to sneak in the last time the army assisted the Goat-people, but I barely made it out.

However, I brought a few materials out with me. I have been studying them, to improve my knowledge of the mystic arts. I think I can adjust one of the spells enough to create a relatively stable entrance here in Thalmerkin. Something so large is difficult to make, and I don't have the power to make it properly. Complicating matters, I would have to start the spell inside the Library, with a focus set up where I'd place the entrance.

First I'll have to work on my power, of course, so I'll need scrolls. I'll need an excuse to travel inside Firebalt as well, but that's going to be the easy part compared to finding scrolls.

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Roleplay from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 11 days, 7 hours, 42 minutes ago He paced, up and down the tent. Usually the cool night air helped him sleep, but the past several nights, even the kiss of midnight had not helped. He had to answer her. He'd tried to explain the Lords, but how can anyone truly explain them? She was obstinate, a ferocious wolf protecting its hunting grounds. She needed concrete proof to understand. He glanced at his pack, teleportation scroll safely tucked within. No, he thought. He had to keep trying to convince her with words. He wouldn't put her in that kind of danger, at least not until he'd tried everything else. He brushed his entire writing table clean, quills, papers, books, and inkpots clattering to the dirt, breaking the evening quiet with a clatter. He stooped down, grabbing a single quill, and some ink. He dug out some pristine white paper, smoothing it out on the table. He'd show her, but perhaps he needed to start smaller....

Letter from Dancer Rea (Personal message to Anyte Luitolf) - 10 days, 23 hours, 31 minutes ago My Lady,

The Lords are very different from human lords. Simply because some aspects are similar, does not mean they are the same thing. The Lords do not care what you do, and require nothing but your devotion to them. Unlike human lords, they do not require your attendance at silly parties, nor do they ask you to fill out endless paperwork. You could have a whole harem of spouses, and it would not matter. They only ask for your loyalty. However, should your devotion waver because of your pastimes, the recompense is swift. As for your future husband, I hope he is of strong will. You are a beautiful and ferocious wolf indeed, and Netherworld help anything that tries to get in your way. I don't doubt you would kill anyone who tried to control you. If anyone could court a Lord, you could, My Lady.

As for 'loosing', the Lords' goals during each invasion are many, varied, and mostly incomprehensible to us humans. The realm of Enweil no longer exists, and it's capital lays underneath the waves. Did Overlord really 'lose'? They are feared and worshiped because they are literally forces of nature. Please understand, My Lady, the Lords are similar to Gods. They simply are.

~Dan

Dancer Rea Knight of Jedinchel

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 20 days, 10 hours, 34 minutes ago So, Allova told me that you've been referring to me as 'Margrave', the male version of the title. She said she found it slightly amusing. Is that your fancy, Sir Dan? Men? Is that what you wish I was? Is that why you don't come to the Bathory? I mean I can send you one of those too. If you wish, my friend!

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell Vice-Marshal of the Northern Fury

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 20 days, 21 minutes ago So, from what I have read, daimons use the human soul, blood, or flesh as some sort of fuel for themselves and their physical bodies. At least I have read. I do not know exactly which they use, nor is it overly important, I only wish to bring that up to ask my next question.

If the truth, as you call it, does not consider spouses, that means that they do not consider the future generations either. This, coupled with the fact that we in the north sacrifice both noble and peasant alike, some for religious belief and some others for fun, that would mean that they have even less. Also, take into account that because of these practices most of the continent wants to see us dead.

So, answer me this Sir Dan, if they do not take into consideration spouses, and by extent their children, then when we all kill each other, and they slaughter us as well, where will their fuel come from? This logic seems a bit flawed.

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 19 days, 14 hours, 37 minutes ago So, what you are telling me is that the daimons lords are not unlike any other lord. Why anyone you swore fealty to care if you had a wife or not? Besides, who said anything about marriage? Perhaps in the future, but I know no one well enough for now, and I would hardly abide a husband trying to take control of all that I have worked for and try and force me to be a figurehead. I'd kill a man first.

Still though, if these stories are true that would be an awesome sight to see. I wonder if it would be possible to court one of those. Anything for the power to have my visions become reality.

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 19 days, 4 hours, 44 minutes ago So,

Pouring over more books that some of my people have brought back, I have been able to put together the following.

Overlord was a daimon lord who promised to destroy a realm called Enweil. He went so far as to promise the human realm that took its last region reprieve from daimon destruction. With all this and his own might, he failed to destroy Enweil. The realm was largely weakened and was nothing compared to what it was before, but at Overlord's defeat, it still stood.

I know less about the sixth invasion. The books that I have are old and don't cover it well. However, what I do know is that once again the daimons were defeated. Tell me, if these lords are all-powerful, how are the defeated by humans time and time again? How could Overlord not destroy the one region he promised to? What am I missing? It has to be something huge for everyone to either fear or worship them.

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell

Letter from Anyte Luitolf (Personal message to Dancer Rea) - 9 days, 12 hours, 3 minutes ago I am not looking for a husband. Husbands take control, and I've not met anyone worthy of my perfection. They are all weak willed followers. Ironic, the weal willed are not acceptable but the strong willed never want to work together, they want subservient wives. So, I likely will not havw one. Ill have to adopt to carry on my legacy. Unless a magic nonfollower who is fine combining might comes along. That will never happen.

As for daemon lords, introduce me to one. We shall work together to bring these brings into reality so that I may meet one. Of Obeah is there adversary, then they cannot be as evil as others claim. Make this happen. Perhaps they would be worthy of reproducing with. Imagine the power I could get.

I shall send out my servant in search of items that might summon them. I can have her work with you if you wish. Perhaps she can help you in other ways. Commoners have their uses, sometimes.

Anyte Luitolf Margravine of Lastfell