Tideweaver Family

Nobles

Jecht

Eldest of the Tideweavers direct line. His passion is jousting. He won the Tournament of Ar Agyr in May 2020. As marshal of the Army of the Vales he sacked Wudenkin, Vordul Sanguinis captial, during a war. Helped kill the Emperor of Vordul Sanginis and acquired the legendary artifact the Swift Lance off of his body. He is also a Captain Crusader of Heralds of Obeah. Started out as a Crusader of the faith and granted promotion to Lt. Crusader after a successful campaign against Thalmarkin sacking temples and shrines of Mordock Cult. Promoted to Captain Crusader in his faith after leading the battle the killed the False God Emperor Xlair Silverblade. Titles Held: Earl of Shriftgother 5/31/2020-Present Marshal of the Army of the Vales Shattered Vales 05/2020-Present

Name Jecht Tideweaver Age 20 Class Warrior Honour 49 Prestige 24 Realm Shattered Vales Title Earl of Shifgrethor Marshal of the Army of the Vales Items Swift Lance Giggling Buckler of the Sun

The Sacking of Wudenkin and Death of an Emperor

Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver

The Vale had moved swiftly. At first hint there would be interference of Obia's relocation their army had mustered, once the official war declaration was made Jecht moved the army of the Vale with haste to Vordul. When reports came the entire Vordul army had amassed outside of Keffa he knew there was a golden opportunity before him. Days passed. The army moved, scouts were sent, reports recounted. It was just as Jecht had hoped. The Vordul capital was left weakly defended in favor of a strong mobile force and his army had just finished its trek through the mountains. "Onward, we march on Wudenkin!" commanded the marshal. The horns of war blew. The orders relayed. Though the city's defenses were weak, they would still be a challenge for the Army of the Vales, in their haste to the front line they had not come prepared to siege a city. But in Jecht's mind, when opportunity knocks, you answer. Upon entering the outskirts of the city Jecht could tell Vordul was different than most places. It was the kind of place that raised goosebumps on your skin. His horses kept jerking their heads up and snorting, as if there was just something in the air that didn't sit well. Something was just not right. Alas, it did not matter for Jecht was determined to his task through. The Vordul nobles had caused problems to their Obian allies as they relocated back to their holy lands, the holy lands that Jecht himself recognized as a Lt. Crusader of the Heralds of Obeah. This was not just a spat. No. Word had reached him that the Vordul army did in fact assault the Obians in full force in their capital of Keffa WHILE their Emperor was there. They even captured Grandmistress Saorise in the chaos of the battle. She had supposedly been sent to the very city he was about to assail. Fortunately the Obians were just able to repel them and the Emperor was unsacathed. This would not stand. Not only were Obia allies to the Vale, but they were the heart of Jecht's very own faith. It was time to strike at the heart of Vordul. And that strike would begin here. In the city of Wudenkin. So the assault began. The battle raged for several hours. The first volley coming from the Vale just as the sun had set. Their milita rushed to man the walls and return fire. The Vale's infantry coming from behind the ranged forces to storm the walls and ensure the enemy bladesmen did not reach the bowmen. The battle was hard fought by torchlight but The Vale's ranged forces proved superior to the walls. Though the infantry suffered many casualties, the Vale broke through the gates of the city and emerged victorious. As the Army of the Vales gathered their men back to occupy the city properly, Jecht began his search of the prisons for Grandmistress Saorsie. With no luck in locating the Grandmistress, the second battle of Wudenkin occured. An overzealous count and an overzealous knight attempted to defend the city despite overwhelming odds. So be it. They faced the might of the Vale and suffered for it. Their men needlessly dying rather than surrendering. The search of Grandmistress Saorise continued. Perhaps she had not reached the city after all? He must keep searching.

Jecht Tideweaver

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on Beluaterra - 22 days, 8 hours, 57 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Wudenkin:
Shattered Vales vs. Vordul Sanguinis
Estimated strengths: 680 men vs. 350 men
The Army of the Vales (Shattered Vales), sponsored by Duke Hades Castillo, were led into battle by Marshal Jecht Tideweaver.
Knight Rodderick O'Deathh is spotted reading from the Dark Handbook of the East Island.
Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wielding the Cold-Forged Club of War.
Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Glorious Oil of Unlife.
Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Silver Plate Mail of the Clouds.
Duke Ulv Schancke is spotted wearing the Brutal Wreath of Gotland.

Attacker Victory!

Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver

(The Tides of War Part 1) The search for Grandmistress Saorsie had not gone well. Jecht had been searching every dungeon, cellar, and prison he could find. There was no sign of her. He sighed in frustration. The last two days things had gone well. Very well. For his time properly commanding an army, the Army of the Vales had successfully sacked the capital city and began a farce of a takeover operation. The real goals were simple: raze the walls of Wudenkin so the enemy did not have a city to hole up in, cut the Vorduls off from their precious capital to force the Emperor into negotiations, and find Grandmistress Saorise. But the Vorduls didn't need to know that. Jecht had been ordering misdirections on top of the farce takeover to add an element of chaos to veil his intentions. He had hoped that these tactics would lure Vordul into attacking his superior force in Wudenkin. The takeover allowed his army to ensure the walls were of no use to Vordul should they do so and with their beaten army and rallied milita it simply wouldn't be enough. Jecht got his wish. Whether his tactics lured them in or they simply attacked out of desperation, the scout confirmed the Vordul was incoming it was time to stop searching for the Grandmistress and prepare the defense. Looking closer at the report, it confirmed that Emperor Xlair was among the attackers. Jecht smiled. Pope Rinehardt had JUST called for the death of this man for crimes against Obeah. Jecht would see to it he did his best to fell ruler of Vordul.

Jecht Tideweaver

Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver

(The Tides of War Part 2) Jecht was at the head of his army. They were in formation prpared to recieve the Vordul. The bright yellow banners were proudly streaming in wind. They were posted outside of the walls of Wudenkin with the the crumbling walls of the city and the lake at their backs. The Vale currently heavily favored powerful bowmen and ranged special forces. They were very impressive. The Vale was unrivaled in their ranged combat this campaign and Jecht was proud. However Jecht was commanding cavalry. He was the only noble of the Vale doing so. He had taken up jousting in his spare time within the Vale, having practiced so much he had won the recent tournament on Ar Aygr. Since then he had lived and breathed joust, nearly abandoning his training with the blade in favor of his lance. While his few cavalry left under his command did not pack the punch of the likes of Dukes Ulv and Hades special forces, they did have one advantage ...speed. And Jecht intended to use it to his full advantage. He had one goal and one goal only. To strike down the Vordul Emperor. As the sun began to crest, the Vordul forces came in sight. Jecht rode forward in front of his army and took command. "They come! The villains that struck at our allies and our Emperor return to their captial to lick their wounds! But not before we repay them in kind. On! This!! Day!!! We cut down the remaining threat! On! This! Day!!! We shall kill the men that killed the men guarding our Emperor and Obian allies! ON! THIS!! DAY!!! THE VALE MAKES THEM ANSWER FOR THEIR CRIMES BLOOD!" shouted Jecht for all his army to hear as he rode up and down the lines psyching his men up. The army answered with a resounding cheer. "Now men! Hold till I give the command!" Jecht commanded with his fist high in the air. The Vordul army got closer. "Hold!" Nearly within range. "HOLD!" The banners of Xlairs Sanguis Order were now within range of the bow, yet Jecht still held his fist, though he raised it higher. "DRAW!" The Vale bowmen and special forces drew their weapons just as the Vordul bowmen crested over a small hill. "LOOSE!" command Jecht as his hand swing down. The sound of thousands of arrows whistling towards the Vordul drowned out the shout Jecht gave his stallion as he began his rush to meet the enemy Emperor in combat. The battle had begun.

Jecht Tideweaver

Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver

(The Tides of War Part 3) Jecht's long black hair was whipping behind him as lead his Champion's Lancers forward. There was only a single unit of enemy Infantry, the Sanguine Order, and they belonged to his quarry Xlair Silverblade, the Emperor of Vordul Sanguinis. If Jecht could just strike the man down it would be a massive victory diplomatically and for the Heralds of Obeah. As Jecht and his men began charging forward so too did the Sanguine Order. Champion's Lancers (9) ride on, closing in on the enemy. Sanguine Order (6) advance towards the enemy. Arrows flew overhead and began sinking into the oncoming forces. Return fire was seen flying into the Vale's archers. The air above the battlefield so thick with arrows it was creating patches of shade along the no mans land. The no man's land that was quickly occupied by Jecht and his lancers. His zeal consuming him and pushing his men well beyond the safety of the Vale's lines. There. The gap was closed. Jecht and his men raised their lances in their designated wedge formation and charged the infantry line. Champion's Lancers (9) charge ahead, into the attackers' ranks. Lances from the cavalry charge smashed into the defending line of the Sanguine Order. Some finding their mark and piercing a vital organ while others shattered against reinforced shields. Some of the horses had their legs cut from under them as they attempted to jump the line. Screams of pain and brutish noises could be heard coming from man and beast alike. Those few of Jecht's remaining men who could not recover their lances drew their blades and engaged the footmen. Blades clanged against shields, scraped against scale mail, and pierced soft flesh as the two units collided. Lances were striking down with lethal precision from those who remained on horseback. The two units began tearing each other apart. Champion's Lancers (9) score 551 hits on Sanguine Order (6). Sanguine Order (6) score 367 hits on Champion's Lancers (9). Jecht had centered himself inside of the wedge formation. Lance raised he allowed his front runners to cut a gap in the line so he was able to charge past the first line of defenders and seek out his target. The man was in all black armor with his hand at the hilt of his still sheathed blade. He was bent over as if ready to draw when he locked eyes with Jecht. Jecht could feel his skin crawl when he looked into the eyes of the Emperor. There was just something so sinister there. Jecht raised his lance, this was it. This was his chance to remove this evil from the world. Kicking his spurs into his steed he rushed the Emperor with his lance aimed for the mans heart. Just as the lance went to run the man through, Jecht felt a powerful force knock his lance and steed sideways. The Emperor had sidestepped his charge to the right like it was nothing and conducted such a powerful slash from hip that the Emperor's blade cut Jecht's lance clean in two and slashed a deep, life ending, gouge into his steed's neck. The black bladed Katana was made of incredibly sharp steel and had managed to cut through Jecht's lance like it was made of air. As Jecht's steed charged passed and began flailing from its injury the Emperor smash his massive shoulder into Jecht's right leg and the side of his horse bowling them both over. The horse fell on its side while Jecht was still mounted. Not only had Xlairs shoulder crushed Jecht's right knee, there was now a thousand pound thrashing horse crushing Jecht's left leg. He was pinned. The Emperor laughed loudly and looked at the young Marshal with malice. With a look of contempt Xlair approached the helpless man on the ground and gently ran his katana slowly up the mans face. "Such a pretty face from the Vale" Xlair said in a much calmer voice than the heat of this battle called for, there was a slight pause before he said"...pity". In an instant the Emperor slashed Jecht across his face with the katana opening a deep gash along the right side of his face. Jecht couldn't hold back, he screamed as the searing pain ripped through his face and legs. Champion's Lancers (9) take 367 hits in close combat, which cause 10 casualties, wiping the unit out. Jecht Tideweaver, Earl of Shifgrethor, Marshal of the Army of the Vales has been wounded by Sanguine Order (6).

Jecht Tideweaver

Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver

(The Tides of War Part 4) He had failed. His men had fallen. They were all wounded or retreating and he was stuck under a dying horse at the full mercy of his enemy. Emperor Xlair was raising his blade to end him. He said what he thought would be his final prayer to Obeah when suddenly an arrow struck the man's arm forcing him to drop his blade. A second arrow quickly followed planting itself in thick armor in the mans back. Rain of Death (15) fire on Sanguine Order (6), scoring 291 hits. Was this his chance. Was this his opportunity to strike him down. Even if it cost his life he could rid the world of this evil. He had seen what the Vorduls did to the peoples of Wudenkin and this man, this Emperor, was the root of it all. He needed to end this. With a surge of strength and much pain, Jecht freed himself from the under the horse. He began to draw his side blade when suddenly a horse appeared and its rider grabbed Jecht by the very arm he was trying to draw with. Looking up he saw his captain, Osmona half pulling half draggin him into the saddle behind her. She had not slowed the horse and Jecht felt his shoulder come out of the socket upon the initial jerk. "Osmona! NO! I NEED TO FINISH THIS!" he screamed as a fresh hell of pain shot down his arm. "YOU'RE NOT DYING HERE DAMMIT! There is a whole army supporting you! You do not need to do it on your own and you certainly do not need to die for this!" she screamed as she was literally half carrying half dragging the man away from the front line. "I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE ME! I AM NOT DONE HERE!" mustered Jecht. His voice cracking as he feebly tried to loosen himself from her iron grip. "Not happening my lord. I'd rather spend the night facing punishment for defying your orders than weep your senseless death around a fire" she said flatly, focusing on getting them back to safety. "I SAID ...I said ...I ...I" Jecht weakly protested as he began to succumb to the pain. The last image he saw before unconsciousness took him was the Emperor falling to the ground under a fresh hail of arrows. Fighters (11) fire on Sanguine Order (6), scoring 820 hits. Xlair Silverblade, Emperor of Vordul Sanguinis, Royal of Vordul Sanguinis has been killed by Fighters (11).

Jecht Tideweaver

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on Beluaterra - 20 days, 21 hours, 1 minute ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Wudenkin:
Vordul Sanguinis vs. Shattered Vales
Estimated strengths: 380 men vs. 950 men
The Army of the Vales (Shattered Vales), sponsored by Duke Hades Castillo, were led into battle by Marshal Jecht Tideweaver.
The Frozen Blood (Vordul Sanguinis), sponsored by Emperor Xlair Silverblade, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Timsen Quasath.
Knight Rodderick O'Deathh is spotted reading from the Dark Handbook of the East Island.
Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wielding the Cold-Forged Club of War.
Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Glorious Oil of Unlife.
Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Silver Plate Mail of the Clouds.
Duke Ulv Schancke is spotted wearing the Brutal Wreath of Gotland.
The hero Xlair Silverblade, Emperor of Vordul Sanguinis, Royal of Vordul Sanguinis was killed by Lorn Manor's unit.

Defender Victory!

(End)

Rise to Emperor

Coming Soon.

Daizen

Reject of Tideweaver line. Got caught selling secrets of trade routes to mercenaries. Banished from the Tideweaver Manor in Ete City. Came to East Continent to find a new home. Landed in Ibladesh city in Perleone Where he jined the army and rose up to Vice-Marshal of the Blazing Swords. He lead the army to few victories and many losses. He had no guidance or support from the Marshal or General of the realm and built up much frustration. After the war with Yssrgard ended in loss and Perleone merged with Vix Tiramora, Daizen began being plagued with dreams that lead him to Perdan. Currently he is the leader of colony effort. Titles Held: Vice Marshal of the Blazing Swords

Name Daizen Tideweaver Age 23 Class Warrior Honour 36 Prestige 25 Realm Perdan Title Knight of Perdan Items Glowing Ring of Autumn

Creation of Alexandria

Coming Soon.

Travesty

Founder of Coven of the Hidden God. High Adjudicator of Westgard. Margravine of Aquitain. Marshal of the Sun Swords. Currently a priestess who is focusing on the expansion of the Coven of the Hidden God conducting expeditions to recover ancient relics of power. Titles Held: Marshal of the Sun Swords April 2020-Present Margravine of Aquitain 4/22/2020-Present High Adjudicator of Westgard 04/06/2020-07/19/2020 Champion of the Coven of the Hidden God 07/19/2020-Present

Name Travesty Tideweaver Age 20 Class Priest Diplomat Honour 77 Prestige 33 Realm Westgard Title Margravine of Aquitain Marshal of the Army of the Sun Swords Champion of the Coven of the Hidden God Items Illuminated Codex

Founding the Coven of the Hidden God

Letter from Travesty Tideweaver Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to all nobles of Westgard (24 recipients) - 7 days, 5 hours, 49 minutes ago Nobles of Westgard!

Rejoice! I have decided to take up the cloth in the name of a deity of whom I wish to bring to prominence. The hidden god. How did I come to this conclusion? Allow me to explain:

Some time ago a young commoner woman named Veronika sent a letter to my estate saying she had come across a tome of a power. Naturally interested, I sent a courier to retrieve the text for a fair amount of coin and a recommendation for providing me with this potentially valuable text. The text proved far more valuable than I could have imagined. The tome is called the Illuminated Codex, and it is a fascinating book filled with histories of long lost relics of old, scrolls of power, long forgotten knowledge, and hidden secrets all throughout the continent. Between my marches, marshaling, and courts I have been consuming the tome. Yet, it never seems to end. Every time I open the book it is changed. The topics different yet I can still find what I seek if I look. It is a fascinating thing. All of these things can be brought to light and used against the daimon scourge as the deity the Illuminated Codex only refers to as the hidden god gains favor among the peoples of Dwilight once again.

The Coven of the Hidden God recognizes the god of hidden and forbidden knowledge and seeks to augment his ever dimming power. For the last few centuries the hidden god's power has been waning, having been degraded and labeled as a "pagan" god by the most recent settlers of the continent. However, the hidden god now has a champion to see him rise to prominence once again. The hidden god does not favor worship and sacrifices as many other recognized gods in these lands do. Instead, he values knowledge and followers who thirst for it. Daimons have a long history of hate towards the hidden god for he is the keeper of many secrets including the locations of scrolls and unique items that would cause them harm. The tome clearly states in many different ways that the hidden god encourages his followers to seek knowledge and wisdom. He wishes his followers to stockpile their discoveries and wield them as weapons against the Daimons. The Illuminated Codex and the teachings of the hidden god ring with all that we in Westgard stand for.

Join me my fellows, for those whom lack faith or whose faith has failed them. The Coven welcomes you. The hidden god has no qualms with other existing deities with the exception of daimons. Noble or commoner alike are welcome within the coven as we seek out the hidden secrets of the world! I shall do all within my power to bring the hidden god into prominence and bring about blessings of hidden knowledge and lost power to not only Westgard but to any who seek these things!

The tide overflows,

Travesty Tideweaver Dame of Aquitain Priestess of Coven of the Hidden God

Seifer

Marshal of the Phoenix Legion. Has a hatred for Outer Tilog that runs deep. Hates Johannes for his betrayal of flipping his home city of Alebad from Halcyon to Outer Tilog. Wants to tame elephants and ride them into battle. Gave up his Blessed Suit to Gothica after losing the war due to Johannes' betrayal. Has a grudge against Gothica for a war lost that was never fought on equal terms. Found the White Shield while traveling between Bode Baturra and Alebad city. Titles Held: Marshal of the Phoenix Legion April 2020-Present

Name Seifer Tideweaver Age 27 Class Warrior Honour 32 Prestige 15 Realm Halcyon Title Marshal of the Phoenix Legion Items

Marshal of the Phoenix Legion

Noteable battles:

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on Colonies
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Bode Batura:
Outer Tilog vs. Halcyon, Oritolon
Estimated strengths: 570 men vs. 910 men
The Band of Ghouls, Fiends and Abominations (Outer Tilog), sponsored by Duke Vladamire Abjur, were led into battle by Marshal Harbinger Schwarzherzig.
The Royal Army of Oritolon (Oritolon), sponsored by Royal Fiduciary Gaenv ap Gaenvan, were led into battle by Marshal Ash Ketchum.
The Phoenix Legion (Halcyon), sponsored by Executive Financier Caravanthian Arylon, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Seifer Tideweaver.
Whip Master Isidro de Zueww is spotted reading from the Cruel Volume.
Duke Ash Ketchum is spotted wearing the Doomed Veil.
Duke Garm Tanngrisnir Crownguard is spotted wielding the Holy Cane.
Whip Master Isidro de Zueww is spotted wearing the Glowing Oil.
Duke Vladamire Abjur is spotted wielding the Brutal Rod.

Defender Victory!

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on Colonies - 7 days, 21 hours, 30 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Alebad:
(rogue), Halcyon, Oritolon vs. Outer Tilog
Estimated strengths: 1750 men vs. 710 men
The Phoenix Legion (Halcyon), sponsored by Executive Financier Caravanthian Arylon, were led into battle by Marshal Seifer Tideweaver.
Executive Financier Caravanthian Arylon is spotted wearing the Mysterious Ring.
Knight Oiron Camlann is spotted wearing the Brilliant Jacket.

Attacker Victory!

Talless

Went to South Island to find Alexander only to discover he had died. Elected ruler of a dying Ikalak. Appointed self Duchess of the Final Order so she could piece together what was left of the realm. She has since been able to work with an influx of new nobles, known families that support Ikalak, as well as the few remaining nobles when she arrived to pull Ikalak out of its death throws. Titles Held: Beppo Blessed High Priestess 6/23/2020-Present Duchess of the Final Order 6/23/2020-Present

Name Talless Tideweaver Age 20 Class Warrior Honour 28 Prestige 11 Realm Ikalak Title Beppo Blessed High Priestess Duchess of the Final Order Items

Decent of the Harbinger

Coming Soon.

Alexander (Dead)

Youngest of the Tideweavers. Huge man. Sent on guard duty as a teen. Abducted and tortured by pirates causing mental illness. Lord of Capture and Offense of Ikalak until heroic death on Toren Stronghold's walls. Titles Held: Lord of Offense and Capture 06/01/2020-Present Senator of Dakan 4/12/2020-Present Marshal of the Northern Collection Army 05/2020-Present

Name Alexander Tideweaver Age 19 Class Warrior Honour 57 Prestige 27 Realm Ikalak Title Lord of Offense and Capture Marshal of the Northern Collection Army Senator of Dakan Items

Noteable Battles

4/14/2020 - 4/17/2020

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 2 days, 12 hours, 28 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem:
Ikalak vs. Taselak
Estimated strengths: 730 men vs. 570 men
The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia.
The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.
Erennius Marlior, Knight of Taselak was seriously wounded by Ferox Sarracenia's unit.
Nanaya Nemain Nuanet, Dame of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Gildas Camlann's unit.

Defender Victory!

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 2 days, 21 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem:
Ikalak vs. Taselak
Estimated strengths: 590 men vs. 380 men
The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia.
The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.
Joselyn Hensley, Shield of Taselak, Royal of Taselak, Duchess of Taselak was seriously wounded by Alexander Tideweaver's unit.

Defender Victory!

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 1 day, 12 hours, 30 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem:
Ikalak vs. Taselak
Estimated strengths: 430 men vs. 440 men
The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia.
The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 12 hours, 25 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem:
Ikalak vs. Taselak
Estimated strengths: 370 men vs. 560 men
The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia.
The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.

Defender Victory!

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 29 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem:
Ikalak vs. Taselak
Estimated strengths: 270 men vs. 430 men
The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Alexander Tideweaver.
The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.

Attacker Victory!

June 14 2020

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 2 days, 11 hours, 18 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold:
Sandalak vs. Ikalak
Estimated strengths: 1050 men vs. 1660 men
The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver.
The Bards (Sandalak), sponsored by The one with the biggest lute Manfried Von Lunkhofen, were led into battle by Marshal Carac Hawk.
Thomas Marak, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Torban deLacy's unit.
Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Jaan Finch's unit.
The heroine Katayanna Dragul, Dame of Toren Stronghold was killed by Jaan Finch's unit.
The hero Angus Wilde, Senator of Bieth was killed by Topsfield Cavendish's unit.
Ferox Sarracenia, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Hector Gary's unit.
Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Carac Hawk's unit.
Djuel Nabarl, Duchess of Toren was seriously wounded by Carac Hawk's unit.
The hero Zedong de Medici, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Meriander Aurelle's unit.

Defender Victory!

Huge Battle Fought
message to everyone on South Island - 1 day, 23 hours, 16 minutes ago
Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold:
Sandalak vs. Ikalak
Estimated strengths: 630 men vs. 1080 men
The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver.
The Bards (Sandalak), sponsored by The one with the biggest lute Manfried Von Lunkhofen, were led into battle by Marshal Carac Hawk.

Defender Victory!

Death of Alexander:

June 16 2020

Invited to Interact Roleplay from Alexander Tideweaver Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to everyone in Toren Stronghold (36 recipients) - 5 minutes ago Ikalaks Lord of Offense and Capture had been steadily busy along the walls. Torches burning bright as his men tarried upon the work set before them. Dawn would break soon. The reports of Taselak forces had reached him long ago. He knew they would come. They have long been feeding off the scraps Sandalak has left for them.

Alexander smiled. He had a welcoming gift for fruit blooded lap dogs. A twisted gift that would surely please the Beppo.

Dozens of peasants and captured soldiers lined the western walls of Toren Stronghold. This was the the side of Toren Taselak would first see, and Alexander wanted his message to the Tassies to be clear. Each captive had their hands bound behind their backs and were forced to their knees with their heads dangling over the rampart. The heads gave the stronghold a sick writhing weeping crown of living flesh.

The captives moaned and ocassionally screamed in fear. Since their abduction from Falens during Ikalaks last campaign they had been beaten, starved and had random patches of flesh flayed from their living bodies. They just wanted the nightmare to be over. Lord Alexander would soon grant them their wish.

Once all the peasants and captive soldiers were in place, Alexander took his place at the center of the wall. He was a towering man, with a massive two handed claymore strapped along his back. Directly behind him was a gigantic pile of various scraps of wood from homes damaged in the recent battles.

Alexander raised his hand. Four knights rushed to the base of the scrap and raised their torches. When their Lord's hand swiftly came down they set the scrap ablaze creating a roaring bonfire behind their general that could be seen for miles.

"TASELAK!" boomed Alexander "Welcome to Toren. The Beppo craves your fruity flesh once more and has seen to provide me with much to collect! For this gift I thank you! But we would be poor hosts if we did not grant you a preview of what awaits you within these walls."

There was a long pause. Alexander unstrapped his massive blade and looked down on it lovingly. The gore stained blade was still wet from a recent flying.

"...Allow me to oblige."

With a swift motion Alexander brought the blade down upon the first peasants neck severing her head in one fluid motion. Her long hair flailing in the breeze as her decapitated head fell to the base of the stronghold. Blood began gushing down the walls painting them a bright sticky red.

The remaining Taselak captives on the wall began to scream, moan, panic, thrash against their bonds, and cry out for anyone to save them. Alas no one did. The Lord of Offense and Capture systematically decapitated each one. Dozens of Taselak heads now lied at the base of Toren Stronghold. Dozens of bloody streaks now crowned her.

"Almighty Beppo! May this meager sacrifice be only the beginning of the feast of Taselak blood you shall soon enjoy! May it garner your favor that I may bring you much more of the fruity flesh to engorge upon!" screamed Alexander maniacally.

"Now Ikalak! To me! On the walls, all of you! Let us receive our guests properly!"

Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 7 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold: Taselak vs. Ikalak Estimated strengths: 1090 men vs. 1260 men The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Marshal Sepia Snodaert. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Erennius Marlior, Margrave of Hartfort was seriously wounded by a militia unit of Ikalak. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. The hero Alexander Tideweaver, Lord of Offense and Capture of Ikalak, Senator of Dakan, Marshal of the Northern Collection Army was killed by Joselyn Hensley's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Elizabeth Rose, Dame of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Noah Lawson, Count of Jerelin was seriously wounded by a militia unit of Ikalak. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Noah Lawson's unit. Noah Lawson, Count of Jerelin was seriously wounded by Crostata de' Macachi's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Noah Lawson's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Lady Clara Stormreaver, Dame of Berakor was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Noah Lawson's unit. Zlatan Mersault, Pincher of Pennies of Ikalak, Duke of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Giddithous von Hammersmark's unit. The hero Kulvax Poe, Knight of Taselak was killed by a militia unit of Ikalak. Lady Clara Stormreaver, Dame of Berakor was seriously wounded by Joselyn Hensley's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Erennius Marlior's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. The heroine Sora Guile, Head Instigator and Flogger of Ikalak, Governor of Toren Stronghold was killed by Ashe Tempest's unit. Zlatan Mersault, Pincher of Pennies of Ikalak, Duke of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Bren DeGrey's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Erennius Marlior's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Ashe Tempest's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Giddithous von Hammersmark's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit.

Defender Victory!

Public, Ask First Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to all nobles in Toren Stronghold (31 recipients) - just in (OOC: Follows some RP between me and the player of Alexander Tideweaver who was killed by Joselyn in the first battle of Toren Stronghold. This first section was written by me)

They had camped in the hills between Lesthem and Toren and made their way to the base of the Stronghold shortly before dawn. In the wan grey light, Joselyn could see the ramparts alight with torches. Even as she watched, struggling to make out what was happening, a fire blazed up, highlighting a giant of a man and making clear that the strange shapes on the ramparts were people. Her people.

He was shouting something incomprehensible, only the odd word coming through due to the distance, but Joselyn couldn’t have heard him over the pounding in her ears. Then, the screams began.

Joselyn had never given much of a sht about anyone or anything. Oh, she loved her family and had friends she was fond of, but mostly, she cared about Joselyn. She had come here to the back end of nowhere because the opportunities to advance and have fun were endless. She’d become Queen because of course she did; she was the best and the most beautiful and the most fun and she deserved to be adored. She’d been told so since she was a child and she believed it to her core.

But those were her people. She hadn’t known that they were her people, hadn’t cared, until right this minute. And that frothing bastard was slaughtering them like sheep for his disgusting excuse for a god .

“Start firing, damn you,” she commanded, sweeping her arm towards the ramparts, “Aim for that bastard up there.” ______________________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________

They had been too far to strike the Beast on the walls, but once the walls were breached, Joselyn had pushed her forces ever closer despite the efforts of her command staff to keep her back, searching for his tall height above the rest. In the end, he saw her banner before she saw his. The Beast was the General of Ikalak, the Lord of Offense and Capture and he was headed right for the Queen of Taselak.

Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp-combat Message sent to everyone in Toren Stronghold (31 recipients) - just in (OOC: This piece is by the Player of Alexander Tideweaver)

Alexander was in the first atrium of Toren.

The Taselak siege engines had finally broken down the citadel and left a gaping hole in the western wall. Taselak soldiers had begun flooding inside the stronghold. The large burly man was in a frenzy. Where his claymore fell, so did it claim the life of another Taselak soldier. Blood gushed from above his left eye where an arrow had nearly claimed his sight. This was not his only wound, no. He had engaged bannerman after bannerman suffering a spear puncture here, a fractured finger there. But it did not matter. It was not enough to stop the man from rampaging amidst the invading forces.

He had just finished a particularly stocky swordsman by cleaving through his left thigh when he spotted it: the banner of the Shield of Taselak. Ruler of the lovers of fruit. A sudden surge of willpower flooded Alexander’s being. He would reap royal flesh for his Beppo this day.

"To me men! Shields up we charge the Shield's men!" roared the massive man.

His knights charged. Just as they began to rush Shield Joselyn's men Alexander heard the command to let the arrows fly. His men threw themselves in front of Alexander to protect him. Arrows pierced them and filled them like pincushions. They had saved their lord the worst of it and went on to greet their Beppo.

The tall man took an arrow to his right shoulder, yet he continued to push on, his few remaining knights charging alongside him. Again they took a volley; again more of his men fell. But this was it: an opportunity to strike Taselak at its heart, and Alexander would not yield.

As Alexander finally reached melee range of her archers, Joselyn turned her attention to the threat. She immediately recognized the towering man that commanded the Ikalak army. The same man who had executed dozens of innocent lives at the top of the walls just hours ago. Anger and disgust flushed her face. She instinctively drew her sword.

They locked eyes. Their knights clashed. A look of murderous rage plastered itself across Alexander’s face while Joselyn took on a look of steely determination. They sized each other up and for a brief moment the world seemed to stand still...

He charged. His massive claymore aimed to skewer her. She deftly side stepped to the right and knocked the blade away with the shield on her left arm. She countered with a sweeping arc from the blade in her right only to have it deflected by the massive gauntlet covering his left arm.

He slashed up and left forcing her to jump back. He had far more reach and power with his monstrous claymore but his movements were slow, almost clumsy.

She rushed him. She had to get inside his long range if she was going to hurt him and he had over reached on his counter swing. She got close and struck, just as she felt her blade begin to connect she felt the man's boot place itself firmly in her abdomen and attempt to kick her away. But it was sloppy. It knocked him off balance and did not have the power to fully serve its purpose. It left them both in an awkward position that they immediately corrected.

Then they clashed again. His claymore met her shield. Her sword met his gauntlet. A kick here. A slash there. The Lord of Offense and Capture relied on his adrenaline and strength to carry him through the duel but his reactions were slow and his attacks sloppy.

Joselyn had kept her cool and patiently awaited the man to make his inevitable mistake of giving her the window she needed to end this. And he did.

With one particularly powerful cleave of his claymore, Alexander over extended exposing his left side to Joselyn who quickly capitalized on his error by smashing her shield directly into the left side of his left knee. The tall man fell to his knees. She quickly disarmed him and kicked his claymore away.

He went to stand and collapsed back on his knees after attempting to put weight on his now shattered left knee. Joselyn pointed her blade directly to his neck. He laughed.

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Joselyn had never before fought with such clarity, with her life so truly on the line. And she was out-matched from the beginning. As tall as she was, he towered a good eight or ten inches above her and he must have outweighed her by ten stone. Her only advantage was in speed—and not that much, he was light on his feet for such a big man. But, she remembered. She remembered all of Gryffyn’s training; she remembered the endless hours of sword drills and dances that consumed her youth. And, she let it flow through her, let her body take control and move: block the slashes, dodge the kicks, find the openings. Her mind felt detached, watching the fight calmly…

There.

The smash, the fall…

Detachment left her. She could smell her own sweat mixed with the charnel odour that pervaded the Stronghold. She could taste blood. The giant was on his knees before her, beneath her height at last, her sword at his throat. She could hear the clanks and screams around her, but at a distance, the whole of the world was just her and the General.

"Claim your prize then." He grunted. Tears from the pain flowing down his dirtier, bloodied face "Today, I am reunited with the Beppo".

At the name of his god Joselyn’s face twisted, “I hope he spends an eternity picking the flesh from your bones,” she sneered and pushed the point of her weapon into his throat with both hands. The steel was sharp and double edged and slid easily until the tip reached his spine. Blood gurgled unpleasantly from around the blade, but she hadn’t yet cut the major blood channels. For just a moment she thought what it would be like to watch him die slowly, bleeding his life away, skewered like a chunk of pineapple at a party. The she jerked her sword sharply to the right and ripped out the side of his neck sending his life force spraying freely.

A look of uncertainty briefly flashed in his eyes before light left them.

Joselyn staggered and almost fell before Captain Hildagarde grasped her firmly by the arm and began tugging her away from the body.

“Your Majesty, they’ve sounded the retreat. We’re regrouping for the second assault,” firm pulling, an encircling move by the men and women of her troop and The Queen of Taselak allowed herself to be shepherded back to camp. She should be celebrating. She was sure she would later, but for now as the adrenaline left her she felt oddly like weeping.

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Vivi

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Aqua

Name Aqua Tideweaver Age 23 Class Adventurer Honour 9 Prestige 5 Realm Nova Title Commoner of Nova Items None

Axel

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Unique Items

Held Items

• Swift Lance by Jecht
• Giggling Buckler of the Sun by Jecht
• Illuminated Codex by Travesty
• Glowing Ring of Autumn by Daizen
• Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch by Siren Song
• Ancient Band of Zedd by Siren Song
• Cruel Ring by Vivi
• Ducal Mace by Axel

Discovered Items

• Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch by Siren Song
• Ancient Band of Zedd by Siren Song
• Cruel Ring by Vivi
• Bizarre Helmet of Spring by Vivi
• White Shield by Siefer
• Ducal Mace by Axel

Lost Items

• White Shield by Seifer
• Blessed Suit by Seifer

Traded Items

• Astonishing Manual by Vivi
• Bizarre Helmet of Spring by Vivi