Arnickles Renodin/Maura/OS march

Roleplay from Astros Renodin (16 days, 11 hours ago)

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Getting ordered Around

Finishing his drink in the Onyx Dog Tavern Astros nearly spat out the mouthful he had intended to swallow. Pigface! Hairy assed Pigface! With a mighty thump the crude wooden tankard slammed into the table. White foaming beer splashing up and outwards, covering its surface in its golden liquid in seconds. What fell next onto the table wasn't drinkable at all. Rather it dipped itself into the frothy brew and sailed upon it like a great ball of a ship.

Getting up on his feet with a lot of unnecessary noise Astros kicked the bench he had been sitting on. His heavy boot knocking the thing over and causing nearby patrons to look up with annoyance. What! A mighty vein defiantly swelled up in his neck. Give me a reason! A Mighty Fine! Reason! Spittle accompanied the words and brazenly, formidable and ivory teeth came on full display. Gloved hands balled into anvil hammers and adopted a posture that screamed violence.

Coming to the rescue was Astros's captain. A man that seemed a dwarf next to the towering maniac. Come away Sir. Remember what was said! A giant blue eye beheld the captain as Astros paused in his actions. The white receded as the eyelid returned over the fierce blue orb. The captain's hand was angrily shrugged off. The man had placed it instinctively on Astros's shoulder and was glad to have it returned to safety. Guiding his master out of the tavern some of the patrons looked at the crumpled up letter that remained on the table. One of them, an old scribe with a saggy beard pinched his eyes near shut as he attempted to make sense of the letters visible. V.. Vahan..ian Blint..Grand Templar. He muttered. The rest was indecipherable from his seat. Neither did he have much time as one of the brutes in the big man's employ snatched it up and tucked it into his shirt before following his master out.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (16 days, 10 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela It was late in the morning when Goriad II finally arrived in Wundekin. As usual his former captain Sigmund travelled along with him, but otgerwise they were alone.

Dressed in a black cloack, uncommon for men of tgeir station and more befitting a man of the shadows, they arriced at the gates. It was buzzing with traders and other traffic going in and out of the city, yet the guards noticed their lack of trade items. "You there! Halt! We do not need beggars in our city. Either show me something worthwhile or begone!"

Goriad II reached into his cloack and pulled out a curved blade laid with a red diamond. "You fools!" Sigmund yelled before his master spoke a word "This is the Regent of Obia'Syela you idiots. Now go do something usefull and inform your masters of his arrival before he cuts you all down."

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Roleplay from Astros Renodin (16 days, 3 hours ago)

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After the battle in Avengmil

Raising the visor on his basinet Astros looked to the left and then turned his bull necked head to the right. Good! It seems we finally got this situation, under control again. He flashed a grin and wiped the blood of the slaughtered beasts off of his greatsword on one of their fallen.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (14 days, 5 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Maura took position on the highest hill she could find in Avengmil. From there she viewed the surrounding area, leisurely tallying up the units rallied in the region.

Her eyes wandering from one armed company to another. When she noticed the squad of giants, nigh hundred men strong, a tiny smirk slipped through the crack of absent-mindedness onto otherwise motionless wall of her face. 'Fight well Mark of Bedlam' - she thought before straightening the unintended curves of her mouth.

Further down the plain she could make out the shape of the masked knight ordering around his followers and with a barely visible frown she whispered: "the balls on this one" - with equal amounts of revulsion and respect.

Finally she counted almost all commanders of the Enlightenment present in the region. Why weren't they moving out was beyond her.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (13 days, 9 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Bryant hurried through the streets of Rines as the early morning sun was rising. He was deeply concerned, pondering his upcoming mischeivery and betrayal of trust.

It has to be done, for the good of the realm... he resolved himself, and pushed on.

Finally, he reached his destination. The elections office. It was just opening as he arrived. Looking around quickly, he hurried inside.

"Greetings," a jolly looking clerk smiled at him, "How can I help you?"

"Hello," Bryant replied, "My name is Bryant, I serve as Master Scribe to her Lady Jessica Gildre. Her name is to be added to the ballot for Grand Inquisitor."

"Grand!" the clerk exclaimed, "The more choices the better! We will just need her to come down and sign a couple documents and..."

"Ah," Bryant cut in, "Unfortunately, that won't be possible. She has been delayed on... um... some business. Of course, I have full signing authority."

"This is highly irregular..."

"Undoubtedly. However, my Lady is extremely passionate for the position," Bryant lied quickly, "And though she can't make it to the election, she wanted to make sure she was included. Surely you can help her?"

The clerk frowned slightly, then stamped a piece of parchment and slid it to Bryant. Bryant quickly scrawled a signature and handed it back.

"Your Lady Gildre is now an official candidate for the office of Grand Inquisitor."

Bryant smiled and thanked the clerk. Now he just had to figure out how to keep Jessica from killing him if she won...

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (12 days, 7 hours ago)

Message sent to all members of the Enlightenment (20 recipients) "I recall holding off a monster horde in Rueffilo with two archers and four infantrymen... twice." - whispered Maura reading the letters.

"What was it m'Lady?" - asked her captain lurking nearby.

"What did I say about addressing me 'm'Lady'?" - Maura chastened the man, ignoring his question.

"Forgive me commander. I forgot. Shall I bring herbs for the wound?" - asked captain pointing at the tear on her arm.

"That and wine. Lots of it." - she said.

"Yes ma'am" - replied captain hurrying out of the tent.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (12 days, 4 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Jessica lounged against a tree in her camp within the warcamp in Avengmil. Banners of different Lords and Knights fluttered above their respective camps.

Little had happened since she arrived. A few comings and goings. Every once and a while, when the wind blew right, she could hear indescernable shouting coming from the direction of Astros' camp, marked with the odd "BEDLAM", "THIRD LAW", or "MIGHTY" being heard.

Jessica smiled and closed her eyes. At least there was one thing she could always count on in this crazy world...

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (11 days, 20 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Jessica had been just about to give the order to move out when another messenger had arrived. Bryant moved off to talk to him while Jessica waved the archers forward. In three ranks they began to march towards Ardmore.

"M'Lady!" she heard Bryant calling her. She turned to her scribe and watched him trot along the column of soldiers to where she walked at the front, "Word from the Grand Templar," he panted, holding up red parchment, "We are to turn around and remain in Avengmil. He wants us to collect taxes before we move out."

Jessica sighed, then signaled her hand in a circle. Her archers made a tight right turn and started to walk back to the warcamp to re-errect their tents.

She looked down the road towards Ardmore. It was getting late. She wondered if everyone would receive the orders in time. If half the army turned around and half continue on, it could be disastrous...

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Roleplay from Astros Renodin (11 days, 12 hours ago)

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The Marshal's Seal

Panting and with grime streaming off his armor Astros heaved and sucked in great lungs full of air. Some of his men ran from the field. His eyes bulging as he realized it. OI! You sons of .. Air eluded him. An angry, mailed hand reached out but managed just as much as the words that preceded it. Get back 'ere! Astros stumbled a few steps in their general direction. Bastards..! He slumped and fell over sideways into a shallow puddle of mud.

The strange sensation of warmth seeped through his armor. Revulsion sped across his face as his eyes informed him the puddle wasn't filled with water. Rather it was the seepage of a trio of corpses that had bestowed upon it the contents of their gut and being. F**k me! Astros lamented as he got himself up on his feet again. Sir! A fresh voice called out to him. Full of surprise Astros looked up. Words not even coming to his mouth. The Grand Templar sends word. Before he could respond the messenger stuck out a rolled up scroll as far as he could. Even trained manners couldn't prevent the messenger from wrinkling his nose.

Wonder and alarm rang the bells that existed in his mind as Astros took the scroll, broke the waxen seal with his fingers and read what its letters had to offer. Halfway through his eyes lured him away from the text and informed him that yet more men were running away. You cockless whoresons! Get back here or I'll use your spines as manikins! With wind restored to his lungs he managed to send the words far across the battlefield. The men froze and lingered, the best result possible perhaps. Don't just stand there! Get the wounded! Now! Not caring if they did or not, Astros turned his attention back to the scroll. Marshal's seal..? A deep furrow created a veritable canyon on his forehead. Marshal's Seal?! Anger brewed. What the flying s**t-storm is a Marshal's Seal! Sensing a soldier near him. You! the warrior paralyzed. What is the Marshal's Seal!? The man's eyes glazed over before he stammered something unintelligibly. Astros rolled his eyes and then punched him in the face. Knocking the man off his feet and onto the trio of corpses that sighed out even more bodily fluids upon impact.

The rest of the day was spend figuring out what the bloody hell a Marshal's Seal was. That and trying to find his men again. The battle had been won but at great cost.

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Roleplay from Boltgan Starck (11 days, 10 hours ago)

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"Marshal, reports from Ardmore." Said the captain.

Marshal Boltgan took the paper and saw that it was a battle report. He knew that this could happen after some counter-orders, although it seemed surprising to him who were the protagonists of such a battle.

Leaving the report on the table, the Marshal commanded. "Captain communicate to the rest of the army that we are moving out to Ardmore."

Boltgan knew it was the best decision. Many military units will now have the necessary funds to keep their troops focused solely on the campaign.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (11 days, 9 hours ago)

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (5 days ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) It was late in the morning when Goriad II finally arrived in Wundekin. As usual his former captain Sigmund travelled along with him, but otgerwise they were alone.

Dressed in a black cloack, uncommon for men of tgeir station and more befitting a man of the shadows, they arriced at the gates. It was buzzing with traders and other traffic going in and out of the city, yet the guards noticed their lack of trade items. "You there! Halt! We do not need beggars in our city. Either show me something worthwhile or begone!"

Goriad II reached into his cloack and pulled out a curved blade laid with a red diamond. "You fools!" Sigmund yelled before his master spoke a word "This is the Regent of Obia'Syela you idiots. Now go do something usefull and inform your masters of his arrival before he cuts you all down."

Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (4 days, 19 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients)

Josiah groaned,

It was the evening and the regent from Obia had arrived under the cover of darkness, without an escort or prior notice at all.

The guard stared sheepishly at the emperor and Josiah waved a hand. "Let him in the city. He's not going to do anything. He's here to meet me."

The guard hurried to obey the command but Josiah spoke once more.

"Take him on a tour of the city first. Give me some time to take a small nap and recover."

The guard nodded and left quickly.

Josiah curled back up in his bed, the past few days had been horribly exhausting and he did not want to deal with this just yet. I'll need energy if I want to deal with Gabanus without crushing him like a grape. From his letters I can tell he can be quite frustrating.

Those were the last words he thought as we drifted back off to dreamland.

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (4 days, 2 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients) Goriad II was allowed into the city and was offered a tour. He was not quite in the mood to visit one building after another and so told the guards he wanted to see the Daishia Temple but had no interest for the rest.

Afterwards the guards provided him with a place to rest. It was morning when they escorted him to the palace where he'd meet Josiah.

Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (3 days, 15 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients)

Josiah sat waiting in the council chambers. He had dealt with all the matters at hand for the day and was finally able to meet with his compatriot from the south.

While he waited for Goriad to make his way to the palace, he wondered how it had all come to this. Power was the last thing he wanted, but here he was, forced to rule a realm simply to try and make a change in the world. No one else was willing to, so he had to take it upon himself. It was just too bad that Bastian didn't see it that way. Bastian had always been power hungry though, always striving to take and take, and never give.

As Goriad finally made it to where he was situated, he stood up and greeted him with a very enthusiastic salutation.

"Goriad! It has been too long since we last saw one another. How are you these days?"

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (3 days, 1 hour ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients) "Goriad! It has been too long since we last saw one another. How are you these days?"

Goriad II frowned at the remark. He was quite certain he had never met him, yet the man welcomed him as an old friend. "I do not believe we've met before. Perhaps you knew my father Goriad, but we look little alike." He didn't know that that was true as he shared many characteristics with his father, but he had not seen him for so long that there was no way to tell.

"It is good to see you though, there is much to discuss. Perhaps you can start by showing me this treaty of yours upon which the Senate voted before Fronen starts demanding we war you."

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (11 days, 4 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (3 hours, 25 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Josiah frowned, his brows burrowed deeply in thought.

"You are correct. I simply feel as though we have already met. I have heard many things about you."

Josiah snapped his fingers and a scribe went running, returningb only a few moments later with the referendum results.

"As you will notice, the referendum was held when Akgrogath was doge of Fronen. 8 nobles voted for splitting the realm apart and 6 voted against."

He gave the piece of parchment to Goriad, waiting for the regent to read it before continuing.

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (1 hour, 20 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Goriad II looked at the treaty now placed in front of him. 8 votes in favor, 6 votes against and it wore the official signatures. A slight nod could be noticed when he studied the papers.

"Interesting," he said, yet before he could continue he was interrupted as Sigmund re-entered the room. "Milord, an urgent message," Sigmund said as he handed his master a scroll. As Goriad II read the scroll he let out a small sigh. He then handed the scroll over to Josiah "You may want to read this."

The scroll was a letter from Doge Bastian of Fronen and read as follows (Ooc, note that currently only Josiah and G2 actually have seen the content, unless Josiah chooses to share it, but I figured it would be interesting for everyone to see it. G2's dictated reply which will follows can be heard by everyone).

Letter from Bastian Moore (3 days, 9 hours ago) Message sent to: Elured Edain ♂, Goriad II Gabanus ♂, Maya Tandaros ♀ Respective Rulers, Allies, Friends.

The Senate of Fronen has discussed the matter in which our former brethren have rebelled against the republic and determined we will go to war to restore the Republic of Fronen. The words of Josiah are those of self interest and self promotion. Several of the cowards of BK had gone silent in the Senate for weeks leading up to Josiah's actions, many of them even refusing previously to run for public office, which led to the crippling of our Republic. We understand that currently our regions are spread thin and our military is stretched. But we ask that your generals coordinate with our general and we will prepare for military action.

I understand the swiftness that this nuisance must be dealt with so that we may return to fighting against the undead and daimons. The Republic of Fronen, and the Moore Family appreciate your loyal words and support in this time.

Bastian Moore Doge of Fronen Royal of Fronen Duke of Carmel Governor of Dyomoque

As Josiah read the scroll, Goriad II turned to Sigmund "He sent a cry for help to us, Shattered Vales and freaking Angmar, Angmar!" He balded his fist for a moment "Sigmund, write down two reply! Every word:

Bastian, currently this matter is a difficult one and I assume the Senate voted on this?

There are some matters or concern which need to be addressed I believe.

Firstly, if the Witch King marches, Obia'Syela will fight him. We will continue our war against their cowardice and treachery. I still believe there is a strong possibility they are in fact daemon worshippers based on their actions.

Secondly, the trifecta was signed by Shattered Vales and Obia'Syela but I seem to be misssing Fronen's signature. Why is that?

Thirdly, the Trifecta speaks of lands and people which makes the current situation difficult. The people of Bara'Khur seem to claim to be still part of the greater Fronen area making them part of the treaty still? I will ask the Oracle as she drafted it.

Lastly, what do you seek to achieve? Those nobles now in Bara'Khur, will they join you again if you war them with all allies, or will they be forced into the hands of our enemies? For I fear the latter. How many of Fronen follow Josiah?"

Once Goriad II was finished dictating the letter and Sigmund had written it down, he rolled up the scroll and placed some hot wax on the closing and took out one of his curved blades, it was the red diamond Moon Blade, which carried his seal on the bottom of the handle and he pressed it into the hot wax.

"Send one to Bastian and one to Maya, let Elured rot."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (10 days, 23 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela "Couple of reports here, m'Lady," Bryant said as Jessica finished oiling her bow. She stepped through it, bending it against the outside of her thigh, and slipped the loop of the string up to the string notch. She set the strung bow against a tree, wiped her hands with a rag, and looked at her scribe.

"Usul is dead, killed in Ardmore," he said. Jessica spit on the ground and nodded at him to continue. "Gythrul was captured," he looked at her and she shrugged.

Hopefully that Daimon worshiping scum dies of dysentery in a rogue prison... she thought.

"There are also a few letters being passed around about the... paganism in the realm," he said cautiously, "The realm is a theocracy. Have you given any thought to going to a temple of the Heralds? At least listen to what they have to say?"

Jessica shook her head, and bent down to pick up her quiver and bow.

Bryant watched her go, forlorn.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (10 days, 23 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Maura travelled light. In her times of lesser prominence she was everything a noble lady could need: a scribe, a scout, a chambermaid, a barber and a captain, all in one person. Now that she was a noble lady herself she had no need for any of those, perfectly capable of writing her own letters and making her own bed, she surrounded herself by warriors and warriors alone. That unique experience allowed her to save nearly half of her unit, obliterated by the undead.

Amidst the hassle of breaking camp she sat on a big rock, reading letters and reports, slowly sipping from her ever-present wine skin.

"Will you seek to do anything about it before my return, or will you bow down to injustice?" - she whispered, reading aloud. We all bow down to injustice eventually... but you know that, you madman, don't you? - she thought to herself, when suddenly a fiendish thought went through her mind leaving a tiny ripples of smile on the serene lake of her face. She took a quill in hand...

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (10 days, 22 hours ago)

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Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (4 hours, 9 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Josiah shook his head. "It seems as though bastian still believes this was a personal attack against him. What a shame. Those of us who left were merely dissatisfied with the realm as a whole. The slowness of the senate makes any decisions take an eternity, and changes to the senate require an 80% approval from all members of the realm, not merely of those who voted, but from all. It was impossible to get even 2/3 of the realm to vote, let alone get all of them. The laws and constitution of Fronen were written in such a way that it guaranteed inaction and failure."

"As to his statement of not running for positions. Two of those who willingly joined us were the Banker and General of the realm. They were vocal and active, simply tired."

He paused to take a breath, and began walking around the room. "You remember the treaty? The triple alliance? Bastian put forth a vote to agree to the treaty, without even first discussing it with the realm. Then when we finally did vote to approve it, it was never signed. Though that does remind me. Bara'Khur will honor all of Fronen's commitments. Fronen eventually voted to ratify the treaty, though without ever doing so, but Bara'Khur will sign. If the realms involved agree to have us in the treaty, I will sign that immediately. Bara'Khur may have a different realm name, but we are still Fronen at heart. Though we are a Fronen who was tired of inaction and endless talking. It's a shame that Bastian doesn't recognize that. We would wish for peace with him, for even though we have a different name now, we still see Fronen as our brethren. And we would rather not fight with our brethren."

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (3 hours, 24 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Goriad II smiled a rather vicious smile. Had he been surrounded by nobles of Obia'Syela they would have easily recognized, but for his present company it must have come as a surprise, confusing even perhaps when unaware of his reputation.

"That is right, it just depends on whether we recognize you as rightfully Fronian, or not and whether or not the ruler of Bara'Khur is accepted as a legal Prince. Now I'm sure Maya will have some thoughts on it as well, but I'll speak with her later. The Trifecta speaks of several matters Josiah, not just simply an alliance. There are two matters we need to discuss first, two things you mentioned yourself already. You said you were done with the Daisha and wish to align yourself with the Heralds of Obeah, were you tricking me or are you justly desiring to join those who seek her return so she may ensure no daemon ever walks this world again?"

He paused for a moment and fixed his gaze on Josiah.

Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (3 hours, 20 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Josiah stretched, his broad shoulders, the fabric of his tunic looked to be at the breaking point before he lowered his arms. He went back to his chair and sat down once more.

"It was no lie that I am tired of Daishi. They squabble and use their power for pathetic politics. They are supposedly dedicated to the protection of humanity, yet allow those within to wage war for land gains and political reasons instead of merely practicing.

As to the Heralds however, I will admit I do not know much of what you do, or believe for that matter. I would be open to hearing more. I will make no promises that I will join you, I am not that kind of person, but I know that Humanity must do something or these invasions will continue to happen and thousands of lives will be lost each time."

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (10 days, 22 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (2 hours, 9 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Goriad II's grin had not yet disappeared from his face when Josiah spoke. "Good," he mumbled, "Good," he now said more out loud "We have no place for fake fools, let the Daisha have those, I need true faithful as I will not allow the Heralds to become as corrupted as the Daisha have become. Caring more for gold than for matters of importance."

He moved two steps away from Josiah as he took out his curved blade once more, some guards quickly moved forward to intervene if needed, but rather than pointing the sword at Josiah he in stead "Most of those pathetic weaklings fear pain, it's why fools as Elured dared not even to declare war on the daemons, man like I grew up with it," he said with that same grin as he took the blade and made a cut in his own cheek. As the blood slowly dripped down he put out his tongue and licked up some of the blood. And then smiled. In Obia'Syela we have one, her tongue cut from her body, tortured by Akkan himself and deported, tortured again on the colonies yet she returned back to us. She doesn't speak, heh," he now chuckled shortly "But she survived, she has more strength than all those corrupted fools together. That is the strength I seek in others, to see if you have it."

He paused a moment, put back his blade into his cloak and continued: "The essense of our faith is simple, during the last invasion there was one other power who truly aided us, who wielded its power against the daemon kind and slaugthered hundreds of their foulest of beasts. That power identified itself as Obeah, a great powerful entity from another world who saw out peril and offered aid. She spoke to our Oracle when she gave her the strength to slay the daemons in Keffa. I tortured some daemon worshippers in the past, and through it and through other means we have learned a few things."

He paused once more, this time simply to build some tension before he uttered the words of true importance.

"We all know that there is a veil between our worlds and others. It is what prevents the daemons from simply entering our world. They need dark magic and portal magic to create a large enough rift in the veil for them to travel through and even then they remain restricted. This last invasion the daemons proved most powerful when magic was cast in the area and also demanded human worship, it took a while to understand why. You see, in our world there are a great many magical flows, fabrics of power flowing losely through everything. Humans play an integral part in this flow as we have a connection with these flows like no other. It is why the daemons demanded worship, as through manipulating that human power of their worshippers they could effectively steer and control the magical flows to further weaken the veil and summon more of their foul beasts. But now that we know this, the power of the human soul in controling and steering the magical flows we can use this against them. We can use this power to weaken the veil between our world and that of Obeah. With her power we can do something we have been unable to do so far, ensure that the veil between our world and the Netherworld is strengthened so much that the Daemons may never enter our world ever again. For do not be fooled, as those corrupted fools now celebrate, they care not about the fact we all know, if we do nothing the Daemons will return again. They have proven that time and time again."

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Roleplay from Astros Renodin (10 days, 13 hours ago)

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Seeing the Medicus

The hawk nosed, slender man pursed his lips. Being bend over the prone from of Astros he had tended to the huge man's physical needs. Which were considerable as the undead had literally gnawed on his flesh. Hmmm yes.. Medical instruments of dubious nature prodded the large man. Does this still hurt? Flesh was stretched to its extreme. Yes! Damn it! You goat headed Imbecile! Astros howled. The gaunt faced medicus licked his lips. Interesting.

I'll show you something Interesting. Just wait till these straps are gone from me! Being a cautious man the medicus had ordered his assistants to tie Astros down to the bed. Belts of leather kept him firmly in place as he preformed his work upon the ill tempered beast of a man. Any day now. It's looking, rather, good. A silver poker jabbed at one of the myriad wounds. Earning little else than murderous looks from Astros.

Sensing that one of the straps was loose. Fortune became liquid and mixed potently with Euphoria. Free! The sinister cry erupted from his lips. With considerable effort Astros broke free from the confines of leather. His mighty right hand rose high and reached for the Medicus' throat. Iron-like finger squeezing the supply of air shut. Does this hurt?! Not waiting for an answer that would never come his other hand grabbed a random piece of medical apparatus. Violence seeped into his eyes as fear flourished in that of the medicus's. Pain?! A wide and wicked grin appeared on Astros's face. Plunging again and again, that medical instrument in the medicus's side, until he no longer felt the resistance offered by skin.

Dropping the lifeless form of the smaller man to the floor Astros left the room. Splattered with droplets of blood and his left arm a crimson spectacle of slaughter.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (10 days, 2 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Jessica frowned as Bryant read her the letters between Vahanian and Maura. For all his self righteousness, the Grand Templar could certainly showcase his foolishness in a spectacular way. To assume one's abilities due to age? Foolish. To assume one's commitment due to the amount of time lived in a realm? Foolish. To brush off stupid decisions which lead to military catastrophes as part of the way of life? Incredibly foolish.

She shook her head. Young nobles were a driving force in any realm. One as "seasoned" as he should know and understand that. No wonder their armies couldn't push back the rabbles of undead and monsters. An army of Daimons would walk all over them.

"Any responses?" Bryant asked her, already knowing the answer. She shook her head no.

Even if she could speak, she had nothing she would be bothered to say.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint (9 days, 23 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Vahanian had instructed his troop commander and his unit to continue on their journey to Rines. He and his captain, Baldwin, dressed in long black hooded cloaks, that obscured their faces and rode towards a Church of Obeah. They dismounted outside the church and Baldwin approached the nearest priest he could find. He whispered a few words and then motioned for Vahanian to follow. They were led into a small secluded chapel and Baldwin instructed the priest to leave them alone.

Vahanian knelt before the sign of Obeah and then stared at the sigil on the wall. Baldwin shifted his weight uneasily, his eyes darting around the room. Finally, not being able to stand it any longer Baldwin said 'My Lord.. Would it not be safer to attend to these matters in Rines, where we can have guards ensure you are not disturbed. Zeratul could be - " He was cut off by Vahanian standing up and whirling around, a blade drawn from beneath his cloak. Baldwin was always impressed with the speed and ferocity Vahanian possessed.

"My son will face me in one on one combat, not stab me in the back like an assassin. It will be an honorable fight. Upon my death you will be released from servitude. Until then do as I command. Now stand there and be quiet. I need another vision from the Veiled One." Vahanian returned his blade to its sheath and knelt back down.

He stared at the sigil, focusing his energies on it, he directed the rage, the anger, the exhaustion, the sadness, the fear, the love, the courage, all the emotion that ran through his body, he directed at the sigil. He focused long and hard, feeling exhaustion start to take its toll on his body, he pressed onward. He felt like he might collapse, and then he felt a falling sensation, and was greeted by a field of reeds. He felt the grass and dirt between his fingers as he pushed himself to his feet. He walked towards the only tree he could see. As he approached its low hanging branches, and the shade that it cast against the sunlight, he felt calmed, he heard a soothing humming and felt light on his feet. As he walked nearer to the tree he saw a light, small at first, but as he approached it grew in size and intensity. He reached out his hand to touch it and was sent flying backwards by a force of magic and light, even as he flew through the air, he did not feel adrenaline, nor fear. Only calm. Despite the speed with which he was flying through the air, he landed gently on a bed of moss and leaves. He looked around him and saw his swords lying an arms reach away. He picked them up as he stood and looked up. There were daimons and their worshippers approaching the tree. He rushed forwards, reacting on feeling and instinct more than thought. He reached his foe before they reached the tree and slew them quickly and efficiently. The light appeared once more and started to take form. A soothing voice that reminded him of his long dead wife echoed in his head.

"You must defend my chosen. Prove you are a worthy Templar. Defend my will on earth as my Templar. Defend my chosen." As the voice faded, he felt an excruciating pain surge through his head, he dropped his swords and grabbed his head screaming in pain. He fell to the ground and rather than land on grass it was the cold stone of the church he'd been kneeling in. Baldwin was standing over him, panic on his face as he was trying to hold his convulsing master still. The pain subsided almost as quickly as it had began. Vahanian lay there, seeing specks of color flashing across his vision as he caught his breath. "I know what I must do Baldwin. We must hurry to Rines."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (9 days, 8 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Jessica unfurled a map of Obia, and tapped her finger on the city of Rines.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (8 days, 8 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela "M'Lady, I have something to talk to you about..." Bryant said.

Jessica looked up from whittling a stick. It didn't look like she was carving anything other than a pointy stick. She tossed the miniature spear to the side, slipped the small knife into a sheath, and stood up.

"I, well, I have done something you might not like..." he started. Jessica narrowed her eyes. "Well, when the elections started, I went down to the offices, and I submitted your name for Grand Inquisitor..."

Jessica's eyes flashed open in shock. She clenched her fists and took a step towards him.

"I know! I know, I am sorry!" he cried, "But there is more!"

She stopped, murder in her eyes.

"You..." he stuttered, "You won, M'Lady. Or should I say, Grand Inquisitor..."

Her face twisted into a soundless, eerie, scream. She took a step past him and swept her leg backwards while palm striking his sternum. He hit the ground hard on his back. She jumped on top of him and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. She opened her mouth wide and pointed inside.

"I know!" he cried, closing his eyes. She slapped him, and he looked at her again. She made scribbling actions, then cut across them with her hand, "Yes, I know. But we can do this, m'Lady. We have been able to this far. The realm needs this, please. It needs your justice..."

Jessica heaved herself off of him, stood up, and spit on the ground next to him. Leaving him there, she stormed off.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (8 days, 7 hours ago)

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Ardmore….

A small shivering and some blue kind off Light appeared just nearby the location the huge battle took place. Scared raven flew away. In fact, for some reason, no single animal stayed in that area.

Krabat looked around, then closed his eyes again, focussing at inner voices, Somehow he managed to locate the spot where Usul got killed. He started a ritual, created in days of Old, when Human were not even around.

(ooc: please feel free to sent this RP into your Realm, in fact I would like that; thank you).

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (8 days, 7 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela (Ooc, I will be spreading the religious info in the church as well, but bit by bit as to not overflow a potential discussion).

Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (23 hours, 6 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Josiah was quiet for a few moments, thinking over his words carefully before he spoke.

"You are obviously very devoted to your goddess and I hope that you will not take this the wrong way."

He paused again before speaking once more.

"I am not a believer and I have concerns. Demons have pretended to be gods and beings in the past in order to gain sway over humans and use them to enter our realm. How can we be sure that this is not happening once again?"

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (just sent) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Goriad II just looked at Josiah when he said those words: "I am not a believer and I have concerns. Demons have pretended to be gods and beings in the past in order to gain sway over humans and use them to enter our realm. How can we be sure that this is not happening once again?"

"So you do believe her existence, just question her motives I see. Well that is the first step, although it is difficult for an intelligent person to miss what is so clear of course. Daemons seem to consider themselves our betters yes and you can call that any way you want, yet they've been beaten back every time. Last time, we had help however, help we needed when Akkan came with his great hordes. That help came from Obeah, where through her power hundreds daemons lay dead."

He paused a moment so that his hosts could take the latter in.

"To explain that scenario, perhaps I should add to my previous explanation of the magical flows. You see, you know as well and did not contradict that these portals depend on magical energy, as do the daemons. These flows are everywhere and the Daemon Overlords take control of these flows in part due to their power, but also for a great part due to the human worship they demanded which strengthens them as explained before. The creatures they summon forth from those portals likewise depend on this same connection and it's why the overlords so effectively control entire hordes of the foulest of beasts. Now!"

The grin which had shortly disappeared from his face appeared again. A smuck and strange smile.

"Now! The most important thing to note is that these flows are not owned by the Daemons, yet merely steered in a desirable direction. Once severed however and the flow of the magic altered, one could disrupt the power of the Overlords over their minions. As humans we have some influence in this, but we seem to lack the understanding and strength to disrupt these flows, but others from other worlds can and can use our power to disrupt the hold of the Overlords. To think there is only one other world is ignorant and foolish, as if you'd claim we only have 1 continent on our world. It was due to the devotion of our faithful and the hight of magical power in Keffa at the time that Obeah could help to remove the Daemons' connection to their Overlords and create chaos among these creatures, so that those who didn't die, killed each other. That battle in itself, that one intervention, only possible due to very limited circumstances, completely changed the war and wiped out a large part of the daemon army. While the battle of Keffa was lost, it weakened them so much that we ultimately managed to destroy them entirely. That was possible due to her help, that of Obeah. Without her we may well have still been fighting them by now, or more likely be dead at this point. She fought the daemons, she ensured their invasion failed. On top of that, during the connection where Obeah channeled the power of the faithful our Oracle saw her heart, her being. I can assure you, she is no daemon. In fact, she saved us from them and in time she will ensure our safety to prevent another invasion."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (8 days, 2 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela "Orders just came in," Bryant reported.

Jessica turned to glare at him. This whole ordeal was his fault, after all. However, she nodded for him to continue.

"The Regent wants us to head back to Rines."

Jessica raised an eyebrow. He continued, "The Oracle wants to talk to you. In the Bascilla."

Interesting... she thought. The Oracle had hardly been heard from since before Jessica had arrived in the realm. She had never even met the woman, only heard whispers on the wind.

She nodded to her captain, who set off to rouse the men and prepare to step off.

"One more thing, m'Lady..." Bryant said cautiously. She looked at him and he nodded, "The Oracle has named you Margravine of Avengmil..."

Jessica just stared blankly at him. Her quiet life in the shadows had effectively unraveled around her. Without a word, obviously, she turned to start packing her gear.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint (8 days ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Vahanian stood on the balcony of his estate in Rines, below his 50 soldiers made preparations to depart the city and move to join the rest of the army. Vahanian read over he election results again, his mind was spinning, there were so many unforeseen actions and reactions, so many outcomes he couldn't predict and it made him anxious. He hated not knowing the plan, he hated not being able to predict the next moves.

He spun around and surprised Baldwin, who was waiting for orders. "I need to speak with him." Vahanian muttered, and handed Baldwin the paper. Baldwin nodded and went into the heart of the city. An hour later he'd returned with a cloaked figure in tow. Both men entered Vahanian's study and took a seat. Vahanian entered shortly after and said "We have a problem." The cloak figure took off his hood and Vahanian was staring into the face of an old friend. "Markus, you served as my captain here in the sacred realm for a long time. Upon your retirement, I only asked you keep the Oracle safe.. I was confident in the men we chose, but no longer."

Markus, an old man, all military, and undyingly loyal to Vahanian leaned forward and rasped out "Tell me everything."

Vahanian launched into a speech about the recent activity of the elections. "I know long control or can predict the council." Vahanian said, and he continued on with "And there is a very real possibility that my son will arrive in the sacred realm. He will see me dead before he turns his sight on the Oracle." Markus nodded his head, stone faced and grim he said "We should quietly start rotating the guard. There are some still loyal to the Templars, but others are beginning to whisper..."

Vahanian nodded and said, "I will send you the replacements, quietly bring the whisperers to me. I will deal with them, the Templar way."

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (8 days, 5 hours ago)

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Boltgan Starck, Knight of Rines, Marshal of the Enlightenment meets his challenger Maura Arnickles Renodin, Dame of Athol Margos for the agreed training match. Maura has decided to use the 'overrun' strategy while Boltgan has chosen the 'neutral' strategy, giving Maura the advantage. After a series of blows, Maura wins the training match.

Academy in Rines' seaside district, not far from Prophet's Landing was a humble but tidy place, fit for noble but focused on essentials of such an edifice. Upon entering the main hall Marshal Boltgan noticed Maura already there - in her stature she resembled more a perfect courtly guard than a noble lady - a motionless monument of a warrior, her mere presence bringing feelings of reassurance and safety. She was dressed rather lightly for the occasion - her chaimail and empty scabbard laid on the floor beside her, shoulderguards made of fur and hardened leather adorned her arms, she also wore a leathery excuse of a breastplate ending halfway through the belly and a chamois skirt. The only piece of actual armour were the plated greaves protecting her calves. In her hands she held a quarterstaff at the ready. Noticing Marshal's presence she said:

"Marshal..." - with a curt nod - "I don't believe we had the pleasure of meeting in person before."

After acknowledging the response, Maura asked:

"Are you ready?" - and barely the confirmation could sound in the room and the statue transformed into a storm, and the unmoving monument crumbled into a thousand pieces of fluid motion, each of them as deadly of intent as unrestrained. It was as if the stone-carved sentry of a temple suddenly came to life and as a mythical fury rushed on the tresspassers. The ferrocity of the attack didn't quite match a friendly training match, the weapon was blunt but the force behind the swings could knock out a lesser man in a single blow.

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Roleplay from Boltgan Starck (8 days ago)

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Marshal Boltgan, after attending some military logistics duties, went for a walk in Rines. Admiring and contemplating the new and improved infrastructures of the city was for a while. Then he remembered the first moments when he arrived in Rines. It has changed a lot and its dynamism still does not seem to stop. Then the front of the academy was already before his eyes. His feet have not touched its floor for a long time, and a training match would be a good opportunity to use it.

His footsteps echoed through the hall, when a woman's figure equipped with light leather armor was in front of him. Boltgan thought he had seen her before, just before the battle in Ardmore.

"Marshal..." - with a curt nod - "I don't believe we had the pleasure of meeting in person before."

"Indeed." - he answered while staring at her - "I must admit that your challenge surprised me as it also excited me... I really had to come."

Boltgan left his bows and arrows on a table. His gaze had a slight change as he approached her.

As soon as the match began, the Marshal was surprised by her incredible speed. His astonishment was such that he had to adopt a prudent stance to face it. Her first feints were evaded, but his metal armor took its toll. He tried to keep up, but every second that passed became more difficult. His movements slowed down as the match went on, while Maura's movements seemed to become faster and more lethal. She was an indomitable fierce.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (7 days, 19 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Several swings and thursts came with nothing but thin air as Marshal Boltgan dodged the hits. Maura checked a couple of counterattacks that found a bit of space under the flurry of strikes she was unleashing. Seeing how the sword marked the wood of quarterstaff Maura increased her pace, not allowing for any more countestrikes, that could be ending this match much more dramatically than intended if they connected.

Using her thumbless left hand only for altering momentum of the quarterstaff and never for holding it Maura found an opportunity above her opponent's block - she immediately stopped the swirling motion of the staff and in a split of a second used it as a spear, thrusting the tip right into the left brow ridge, drawing a bit of blood and forcing surrender.

Right there, at the conclusion of the fight, letting her own exhaustion show, for the briefest of seconds her facade slipt, she was no longer a rabid fury of the battle, nor a motionless effigy of a person, or a basalt-carved sentry of a temple - she was a woman of flesh, grinning from the post-fight glee... for a second. It took no longer than that for her eyes to lose a shine and her face to lose the curvature of a smile. Before he could notice it Boltgan was again seeing a statue before him.

"A splendid match, Marshal." - she said. "I am certain you would best me if you weren't caught by surprise. An unintended lesson, perhaps..." - Maura studied if her remark was welcomed and seeing no obvious frown she continued - "a military commander should expect anything, always."

If a sculpture could smile it would certainly look a lot like the hint of kindness in Maura's eyes that was gracefully awarded to her training partner right before she started gathering her belongings.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (7 days, 22 hours ago)

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Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (8 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) Josiah pondered these latest words.

"If what you say is true, and I am by no means convinced yet, then why does she need our aid? Why doesn't she just close off the demons permanently? How is she going to stop another invasion? Especially when forces of Darkness resurrect people from the dead and open portals to invite them in?"

The reply:

Goriad II shook his head for a moment. "All knowledge to answer that question has been given to you."

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately continued. "Our world is shielded from the other worlds out there. Neither we nor they can pass while the Veil is strong enough. But it has been proven that there are ways to weaken these veils, through magic and the steering of the human energy. So far only those wicked souls loyal servants of the daemons have attempted this and they target the veil between our world and the Netherworld."

He shook his head again. "But up there" he said as he pointed upwards "up there is another world. That of Obeah. Like all other worlds there is a veil between ours and hers. To weaken it, a vast amount of magical energy must be released alongside an enormous concentration of human power of the soul. For while the Veil to the Netherworld has grown weaker during each invasion, the veil to Obeah has grown in strength. As such the Daemons are making it increasingly difficult for her to aid us and for us to ensure her entry into our world. They are great enemies of each other in this sense as well."

He paused a moment and looked around the room. "Just as the daemons weaken their own veil and strengthen hers, Obeah will be able to strengthen the veil to the Netherworld once she is here through guiding our power and the magical flows. But before she can do that for us, we must first enable her arrival. With the veil to the Netherworld strengthened once more the daemons will need a much larger following and concentration of power before they can return. Thus effectively blocking any future invasion."

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Roleplay from Boltgan Starck (7 days, 17 hours ago)

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Boltgan was stopping each attack to the point that he only responded by instinct. There was almost no time to think, the sword seemed to move only by reflection.

After a few moments, Dame Maura was like a statue in front of the Marshal again. A thin cold made him carry his hand over his left eyebrow, which was stained with a little blood. Then he knew that the match was over.

Boltgan sheathed his sword, his face no longer had that serious look of the beginning.

"Your words are right, I was careless for a moment" - The Marshal told her with a somewhat resigned voice.

He took his bow and quiver, then began to leave the place. After a few steps, he stopped and in a relatively kinder voice uttered.

"Finally we had the pleasure of meeting in person." - and then he left the hall heavily.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (7 days, 14 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Jessica and Bryant stood outside the Basicilla. The monolith of Obeah towered over them as a sort of gothic spire, a communication tower with the Veiled Goddess.

"I can go no further m'Lady," Bryant said, "This is a sacred place for us of faith. I dare not enter uninvited."

Jessica looked at him and frowned. Obeah seemed to consume the people of this land in ways she could not understand. The effect, the power of it, was both humbling and awe inspiring.

Upon returning to Beluterra, she had heard campfire stories of this woman, this Oracle, commanding legions of Daimons. Light from the sky. Miracles. Her own cousin had dedicated his life to her service. What had compelled Lavitz to follow her? What had he witnessed?

She stepped forward, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

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Roleplay from Gythrul Attano (7 days, 12 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Gythrul inclined his head as the black robed figure barred the basement door. “As you commanded,” the figure said, “the manor is empty. All the servants have been sent off for the day.” Gythrul nodded, satisfied. He was at his city quarters in Rines. The servants had been sent off under the pretence that their lord wished to be alone while he grieved. It was true, partly.

The one who had barred the door joined the the other five men before Gythrul. The basement’s heating forge was burning, making the basement, and the manor above, uncomfortably warm for this time of year.

Gythrul instructed the six men to kneel before turning. In the alcove in front of him was a small wooden totem. It was small enough to be carried in one hand, and was carved with Daimonic faces and symbols. He was disgusted that the ceremony was all that Usul would receive. A follower of Daishi would try to kill him, disregarding the fact that no temples of that faith existed in Obia’Syela. And no Obian would honor him.

The Wraith kneeled and bowed his head.

“Akkan. Jomorosh. Jactosh. Domina.” He rasped, the men behind repeating after him in unison. “Lords of the Netherworld, true rulers of Beluaterra, bringers of Truth. Hear the plea of the faithful. One of our comrades, Usul Soul, has fallen. We ask that you return his soul to us, or grant his servants the power to do so. If not, reforge his soul, make it something stronger, greater.” the Wraith raised his head and stared at the totem, the carvings appearing to shift. “And send him back to us when the Portals open.” Gythrul stood back up and turned to his followers.

“Truth guide him.” They echoed his words.

Gythrul turned and took the totem. He tapped it against his mask before casting it into the fire.

An hour later, he sat in his study. Like the rest of the manor, it was sparsely decorated, only a few bookshelves and two chairs by a fireplace were there.

Like during his service, he sat there in his plate armour and mask. He waited.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (7 days, 9 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Despite the best efforts of several of her warriors Maura decided to go alone. Now she stood in front of the door, remembering the discussion.

"Things are being said of this man, I hear he worships daimons and eats children" - said one. "I hear he skins children for clothing and decorations" - said another. "I hear he darins the children and bathes in their blood, it's a daimon tradition." - said yet another one.

"Well since it appears only children are at peril, it's good that I am not one." - Maura replied.

"At least fill that empty scabbard of yours with a blade. Take mine if you wish." - Said Cengarda. Maura insisted that her captain be a woman for reasons known to her and her alone, since then she is yet to regret her decision. The short, white-haired warrior of Luhgrethen performed admirably in the office.

"How would it look to visit a fellow noble armed? No lass, I'll be having just my staff... for walking convenience of course." - said Maura which caused her captain to foster a smile that never made home on lady's face.

Standing in front of the door to Gythrul's quarters in Rines she thought if she had the right place. Through the headroom she had a peak on the insides of the building. It was barely furnished and appeared all but deserted. No servants seemed to be around. "Let's see" - she thought as she readjusted her chainmail and vambraces.

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Three heavy knocks of wood on wood could be heard. A little while later the door opened and onyx statue of a warrior effused overdramaticaly: "Good afternoon! Do you have a moment to talk about our Lady and saviour, Obeah, the Veiled Goddess?"

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Roleplay from Gythrul Attano (7 days, 8 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela A black robed figure pushed his way into the doorframe. “My Lady Inquisitor. Lord Gythrul is expecting you in his study. If you’ll come with me.” He began to walk back into the manor, throwing glances over his shoulder to see if Maura followed.

He made his way up a flight of stairs before opening a door and bowing. “Through here, My Lady Inquisitor.”

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (7 days, 8 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Maura took in the surroundings upon entering the study and gave a slight nod of approval for her host's minimalist taste, so aligned with her own martial mind. Not waiting for invitation she took the unoccupied of the only two chairs in the room and placed her staff beside her, resting one end on the mantlepiece.

The silence in the study was heavy, as the eyes of the inquisitor examined the knight before her. The occupant of the other chair was an imposing figure clad in plate armour, head-to-toe, as if even in the refuge of his own quarters he remained ready for battle. His face was hidden behind ever-present mask, from behind it - Maura was certain - another pair of eyes is similarly occupied.

Finally she spoken:

"Sir Gythrul, it's a pleasure to meet you again, our last meeting was..." - she looked for a fitting word but swiftly forfeited her search and continued - "I am here with duties of the Inquisition and at the request of our dearest Lord Regent. That being said I wouldn't even bother to..." - unsaid part of the sentence dissipated in air without as much as a discounting wave of hand from Maura - "I wouldn't bother if I weren't personally interested. Tell me about..." - she pointedly looked him up and down, letting her stare linger on the mask for a while - "... everything."

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Roleplay from Gythrul Attano (6 days, 18 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Gythrul nodded. “It is a pleasure to meet you again, Inquisitor. I do agree our last meeting was... interesting.” He rasped. He inclined his head. It was interesting that Maura had arrived with a staff. He expected a sword.

“Everything? You could ask nearly any Obian for what they know of me. You’ll hear more curses and mentions of Keffa than information, but you’ll hear what you need to know. Why come to me then?”

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (6 days, 9 hours ago)

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“Everything? You could ask nearly any Obian for what they know of me. You’ll hear more curses and mentions of Keffa than information, but you’ll hear what you need to know. Why come to me then?”

"Ah..." - she sounded as if talking through a smile but her face seemed equaly capable of changing shape as Gythrul's mask - "But I am not interested in tales of distant past, as I am not interested in gossip. It is true that I know of your past and your exploits at behest of the daimons. I knew noone in Keffa, I arrived at the Holy Realm much later and I hardly care about the fate of the city. What puzzles me is the reason why have you chosen Obia'Syela as your home after the fall of Netherwolrd and Spearhold? What I mulled over ever since our last meeting is that ever-present mask of yours - is it part of the daimonic religion, a symbol of forsaking one's identity? What bewilders me the most though is how have you escaped being burned at the stake all this time..." - assuming the place where the masked knight's stare landed Maura tapped her empty scabbard twice - "... worry not. I am not here to kill you or take you into custody, as you see I arrived unarmed. I do have to ask however - would you consider converting to the faith of our Lady and Saviour - Obeah the Veiled Goddess?"

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (6 days, 6 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Bryant finished reading Jessica the letters from Duke Erheas.

She ran her thumb idly along her bowstring while she listened. Who does Erheas think he is? she though, He is basically a merchant. To actually think he has domain over how I run my region...

She spit on the ground at the thought of the self-proclaimed Duke.

"I take it you do not want me to start downsizing the knights estates?" Bryant asked.

Jessica shook her head no. Take gold away from stalwart knights? She would not condone such an action, even if it was "better for the region".

"Right, m'Lady," Bryant closed his ledger and stood up, "Shall I send any response?"

She shook her head. Erheas had access to her graneries already. Anything else was between her and the true Duchess of Obia.

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Roleplay from Gythrul Attano (6 days, 6 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Gythrul listened intently. “You care not for Keffa? You care not that I tortured and murdered every priest and believer I could get my hands on before burning the first temple of the Heralds down? The mask is a necessity, for the comfort of my fellows. I have avoided execution, again, through your need for more troops at the front.”

He leaned forward. “As for why I came to Obia’syela. I came because you are us. Everything of your society, your doctrine, your zealotry is but a mirror of what we were. You fight the same battle we fought. The battle for purity and religious dominance. The battle for the heart and soul of every man, woman and child. The battle for order and for survival. And, we both fought at the side of Daimons. The Oracle guarded herself with a cadre of Daimons” He knew not if Maura knew about Rania’s old guard. But she did now.

“I know you are not here to arrest me, otherwise you would have kicked my door down. You are here because you wish to speak. As do I.” He leaned back in his seat.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (6 days, 5 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela "Yes, having the daimon worshiper in our ranks wear a creepy mask provides us with such a great comfort..." - she let her voice trail off.

"I'll take the explanation about your service keeping you from fueling the pyres with your flesh. You look able, as do your men... Apostasy..." - she chuckled inwardly at the audacity of the devil. And resting her ankle on her knee with a heavy clang of the greeve on knee pad she replied to the story of Keffa:

"See deamon-lover, I had my noble claim recognized less than a year ago, so for most of my life I enjoyed point of view unavailable to my current peers. Words like famine and starvation to most of the nobles are exotic at best. I've been on both the giving and receiving end of cruelty, both human and inhuman." - she clenched her thumbless left hand before continuing - "Keffa events were a tragedy to the followers of Obeah, but world abounds in tragedies and that particular one is distant in time. If I count it right it happened more than six years ago, more than two years before my arrival in Obia'Syela. If I were to weep for every tragedy of the past, these lands would suffer the second deluge."

Gythrul leaned forward, saying:

“As for why I came to Obia’syela. I came because you are us. Everything of your society, your doctrine, your zealotry is but a mirror of what we were. You fight the same battle we fought. The battle for purity and religious dominance. The battle for the heart and soul of every man, woman and child. The battle for order and for survival. And, we both fought at the side of Daimons. The Oracle guarded herself with a cadre of Daimons”

"I agree that there may be similarities, but I don't think they are what you expect." - her eyes pointed herself - "I bear the fire of the Inquisition, yet would you take me for a zealot? Obeah, Arch-daimons, Atlas, Daishi, whatever the supreme being of choice I believe that minds of clay are easily shaped, but shaping minds of iron requires flame and pressure. From your words I can tell that your zeal is true, I would assume you lived through things that forged you as a true believer. The eldritch flames of Netherworld plasticized your mind and arcane pressure solidified it anew. Would you mind telling me what were those events? What did the daimons do to make you such an adamant follower of theirs?" - she enunciated the last sentence with the rasping voice. She noticed that during this meeting she spoken more words than during the entire last week; she cursed the regent in her mind and twice as hard cursed her unusal sobriety. Before Gythrul could answer her first question she swore aloud:

"Akkan's arse! I didn't expected much hospitality from a deamon-lover but a cup of wine wouldn't be too much to ask!" - her anger appeared more feigned than honest and her eyes alone smiled each time she thrown a ' deamon lover' insult at her host.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (6 days, 6 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela "You won't like this..." Bryant said as he read a letter that had just come in, "Gythrul sends his congratulations for winning the election. He says... he voted for you."

Jessica's stomach turned. The thought of some half-man half-nightmare supporting her in anything revolted her. Indeed, if he hadn't been granted supposed asylum by Rania, she would have already used her new found power to strip him of any titles she could and fling him from the realm.

She would need answers on that subject.

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Roleplay from Gythrul Attano (5 days, 16 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Gythrul crossed his arms. “Unfortunately, wine is one of the luxuries that I am short on. However, I believe I have a bottle of Thalmarkin Red.” He stood up and left Maura in the study.

As he left the room he passed one of his remaining attendants, the one who had let the Inquisitor in. The attendant cocked his head and Gythrul shook his, the attendant’s hand left the folds of his robes.

He went to the kitchen and found the bottle in question, as well as a glass.

He returned to the study and handed both to his guest. He took his seat again.

“You wish to know why I pledged myself to the Lords of the Netherworld? Simple, I heard of their cause. As a child, I grew enamoured with the tales. Their goals aligned with my own; to create a pure world. Free from Lies, with only Truth. The first chance I came here and pledged myself to them. Have you ever seen one? Not the lesser ones, but a true Daimon Lord? To gaze upon one is to gaze upon purity made manifest. You see, the Lords of Humanity, especially the Lords of northern Beluaterra, they are corrupt. They claim to be honourable, pious, just men and women. In truth, they are little better than beasts, acting on impulse. They Lie. We either held true to our oaths, or accepted what we were. That is why I served, because they are True. And what of you? Why do you serve the Veiled Goddess?”

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (5 days, 6 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Maura accepted the bottle and the glass immediately filling the vessel with red liquid and downing half of it in one gulp.

“You wish to know why I pledged myself to the Lords of the Netherworld? Simple, I heard of their cause. As a child, I grew enamoured with the tales. Their goals aligned with my own; to create a pure world. Free from Lies, with only Truth. The first chance I came here and pledged myself to them. Have you ever seen one? Not the lesser ones, but a true Daimon Lord? To gaze upon one is to gaze upon purity made manifest. You see, the Lords of Humanity, especially the Lords of northern Beluaterra, they are corrupt. They claim to be honourable, pious, just men and women. In truth, they are little better than beasts, acting on impulse. They Lie. We either held true to our oaths, or accepted what we were. That is why I served, because they are True. And what of you? Why do you serve the Veiled Goddess?”

"They were true." - Maura corrected Gythrul pointing out that Daimon Lords are no more - "And you seek the same truth and purity in Obia'Syela? Perhaps you'll find it... but I must say - it would be much easier to look from within the church, not from without."

She then frowned looking at an imagined object just above her head - it was the first time Gythrul saw her facial expression change - she looked as if she was calculating something with great care, after a while she finally spoken:

"Why do I serve the Veiled Goddess... I don't know yet if I do..." - her voice trailed off and picking back up she added - "But if I do then it is merely out of convenience. As an inquisitor I enjoy liberties only second to those of the Grand Council."

A barely noticable hint of smile appeared on her face as she imagined surprise painted behind Gythrul's mask. Feeling the need to explain the potentially dangerous honesty she said: "You proved to be a person most hesitant to divulge anything you know despite your claims of love for the Truth, I can't imagine my secret being any different than the ones you surely keep. Besides - I can see entire realm unimaginably eager to trust any accusations you might throw at an inquisitor..." - sarcasm dripping off her words, her smile was now plainly visible - "in fact you might be the only person in the realm I can talk to without reservations."

Saying that she downed the rest of the liquor in the glass and stood up from her chair, saying - "I believe I overextended my stay."

Picking up her staff and turning to leave she mentioned once again the conversion to "The One True Faith", sincerity of her words being anyone's guess.

Later that evening

Maura took the nightly air into her lungs and pointed her gaze - and later her steps - to the seedier parts of Rines, in passing she grabbed a full tankard from a crowd outside of a tavern, offering them neither payment nor explanation.

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Roleplay from Jheda Orobar (5 days, 10 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela The Orobar family was known to bring forth fierce and brave warriors, which was why Jheda was considered an odd deviance. Where his brothers and nephews devoted their existence to blood and iron, he himself was more interested in the ecclesiastal powers, the unseen world, magic and the unexplainable. It came as no surprise to him all his relatives easily found their place in this world. Mankind and warfare were indissolubly connected, as long as man walked the globe, there would be greed and jealousy, ground for conflict. There would always be a place for fighters. Jheda had been struggling to find purpose though, so after long contemplation he decided to travel around to find a place where he belonged.

It was during these travels he came across a cave, hidden deep inside the mountains. The young, wandering man stopped, having his mind set on using this spot for a few days of fasting and meditation. Time passed, how long he could not tell, as he entered a state of concentration through prayer and starvation, which completely blocked out any perception of the outside world. With his spirit focused on his inner self, Jheda looked for answers, when suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a powerful, female voice, an explosion of divine splendor that blew away the inner peace he had achieved.

"Son, come to Obia'Syela and find what you are looking for."

Jheda stood up, and without a doubt in his mind started his journey towards what seemed to be the promised land.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (5 days, 10 hours ago)

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (1 day, 2 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients) Goriad II smiled again. "Of course you prepare, but what can you truly prepare?"

He took out a piece of parchment "A banishing scroll," he explained "Ofcourse we prepare. But I will not sit back and wait like some fool. I will seek to bring an end to these invasions. I will seek to bring Obeah the protector to our world to fight a conmon enemy, to prevent the daemons from gaining any power!"

As he paused he looked around the room and then back to Josiah again. "Will you?"

Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (21 hours, 55 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients) "Im not certain if any of what you say is possible, but if it is then of course i will try to do so." Josiah was interrupted by a scribe rushing into the chamber carrying a letter.

He tool the letter and his face darkened.

"Bastian claims the nobles of Fronen rejected our peace offer. He wants war. Well if war must Happen then we will Prepare"

He turned once more to Goriad. "I am afraid these discussions will need to wait. Bastian is driving his realm into a frenzy and we must prepare. I hope they do the honourable thing and fight us on equal terms but if not, I must ask: Will your realm side with them?"

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (19 hours, 52 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients) Goriad II was annoyed by the disturbance at such a crucial point. Out of reflex he drew one of daggers, but halfway through the motion returned it again.

"It is most certainly possible, or I would not be standing here talking to you."

He now motioned Sigmund to step forward "Resent that letter to all involved. I want an answer!"

He then turned back to Josiah. "I've yet to see a reply and yet to see a reason to do so. Although Maya is also yet to speak so I would not expect us to."

Roleplay from Josiah Greyson (16 hours, 15 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (4 recipients) Josiah nodded.

"Good, now I am afraid our talks will need to wait for another time, unless Obia would be willing to sign a defensive treaty if Nothoi or other realms declare war on us?"

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (just sent) Message sent to everyone in the region Wudenkin (5 recipients) The room became stressed, no doubt by the recent continued demands of war by Fronen. "Patience Josiah, patience," now Goriad II's piercing blue eyes, looked brighter than ever, contrasted to his dark outfit, as he opened his eyes wide. "A good hunt requires preparation. There are a few more things to prepare, but I will be your savior, for I know two things. First, Obeah one day will arrive to aid us all and we will be the catalyst to this and second, in the meantime we must protect ourselves."

He walked towards the door now "I have had to fend for myself since I was four, never underestimate me. You'll get your good news soon enough, one way or another."

He tapped the shoulder of Sigmund now "The Shattered Vales, with speed."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint (5 days, 2 hours ago)

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(OOC: RP from my Advy in Ardmore from the other day)

Lyndis rolled over and jumped to her feet, blades drawn and crouched low, her eyes darting around the camp she had made. Something was wrong. Something was coming, something dark and evil. She whistled low and long and from the shadows of the woods nearby a direwolf as black as night emerged. His eyes weren't the normal gold of a wolf, but more silver. "Sidero, se mena." Lyndis whispered, commanding the wolf in the tongue of her forefathers. The wolf obeyed, and padded over to her. As he approached, the muscles in hid body tightened, he sensed the evil also. She quickly broke down her camp and packed her gear, she was about to leave when she felt a voice in her head

I sense scrolls. Be aware, Lord Usul - a noble from your Realm - is trying to find his way from the Dark side of the Shadows to the Light of our World.

Any kind of magic can and will disturb the balance between His dead and being alive. Any kind of magic can and will disturb the balance between YOUR dead or being alive, wandering around free and breathing the fresh air.

Its not a threat; Its a promise.

........DO NOT USE MAGIC TILL HE IS SAVED......

The voice ripped through her skull and caused her to drop to her knees screaming. She grasped her head in both hands willing the voice and evil from her mind. Sidero ran over to her, and stood beside her, turning his massive head in each direction, prepared to fight and kill anything that came close to her. Lyndis rolled on the ground and began chanting.

"Obeah, grant me reprieve, Obeah come to my aide, Obeah fend off this darkness as it clutches my mind, Obeah grant me safety, Obeah grant me strength." Over and over again she chanted. Finally the voice subsided, and she was able to stand. She hugged Sidero and whispered "Thank you old friend." She mounted her horse and whistled to Sidero, they vanished into the night, heading towards Avengmil. She had to tell Vahanian.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint (5 days, 2 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Vahanian stood on a hill overlooking the camp his men had set up, he watched them begin to disperse into the night with torches lit to hunt down and eliminate any remaining monsters that roamed the region. Baldwin stood next to him, a silent sentinel, the two men just stood there in the cool breeze. Vahanian shifted his weight slightly and raised his head a bit, finally he whispered,

"Baldwin, don't move." Baldwin immediately responded with "Is it a spider?" terror resonating in his voice. Vahanian paused for a moment, not quite sure how to respond and then finally said. "..no..."

He took a moment to recover from the shock and then called out. "Stop lurking in the shadows, little wolf." Lyndis materialized from the shadows alongside a large Direwolf. The sight of the wolf caused Baldwin to react, and reached for a blade and Lyndis immediately drew an arrow and fired it between his feet, before readying another in her bow. "He draws his weapon I drop him." Vahanian extended his arm a smile creeping across his face. "Peace Baldwin.."

He turned to face Lyndis and said "Every your father's daughter. What do you want Lyndis." She relaxed her bow arm and said 'We must talk, now."

They stood there as she recounted what had occurred in Ardmore, Vahanian did not interrupt her, did not question her at all. He took it all in and then said to Baldwin "Send a scout to Ardmore at once. Then draft 3 letters. 1 to the council, 1 to the elders, 1 to the oracle." Baldwin nodded and left to do as he was bade. He turned to Lyndis and said 'I need you back in Ardmore.' She nodded and said 'I figured you might. I'll leave in the morning. He nodded and tossed her some gold. "Find a room and food."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (4 days, 20 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela At the Basilica

Jessica stood in the atrium of the Basilica, and found herself rather underwhelmed. The Basilica rose into the sky on the outside, projecting a majesty usually reserved for the homes of gods. Inside, however, was smooth stone walls adorned by gothic carvings. Wrought iron sconces held flickering torches, and dark oak benches lined the walls. At the far end of the atrium was a staircase leading up. In front of the staircase stood an ardent of Obeah, his head bowed, hood up, hands clasped in front of him in humility.

Jessica looked at the priest blocking her way. A skinny acolyte in brown robes. She walked forward until he held up his hand. She raised an eyebrow and stopped.

"Only the worthy may climb the stairs..." a mumble came from beneath the hood.

Jessica raised her eyebrows in surprise and waited. What the hell did that mean?

The priest, as if sensing her confusion, simply reached forward and tapped her chest with a bony finger. She frowned and turned around in frustration. Angrily she stalked around the atrium for a moment, then strode back over to the ardent. Again, he raised a hand and spoke the words, "Only the worthy may climb the stairs..."

GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU INSUFFERABLE FOOL!! Jessica screamed in her mind. She wanted to rip the hood back and claw the man's face off. She held her hands still, however. She knew the fanaticism the Obians held their faithful to. There were not many she would hesitate to kill, but a servant of the Veiled Goddess was one of them.

She stormed away from the priest and flung herself onto one of the benches. She sat there, contemplating her situation. What was she supposed to do? She had orders from the Regent to report to the Oracle, but this stuffy fool was blocking her way for no damned reason. She felt her face getting red as she worked herself up. Finally, she had enough, sprang to her feet, and stomped her way back to the entrance. She put a hand on the door but paused. She looked back and sighed. Releasing the door, she walked back to the priest. He held up his hand and spoke his mantra.

Jessica nodded and waved away his hand. Stiffly, she got down on the ground and sat cross legged. She could do this. Whatever this was. Some sort of test? A trial?

12 hours later...

Jessica remained in the seated position on the cold stone floor. Hours ago, her legs had burned like they were on fire. Now she felt nothing from them, as if they had vanished completely. Her back aches enormously, and her shoulders haunched withe weariness. Pangs of hunger ripped through her stomach, causing discomfort.

After a day...

Hunger tore through her, causing her to wince. Her throat felt like it was coated in sand. She had stopped thinking of anything that resembled a coherent thought, and now carried out multiple conversations in her mind with different versions of herself. She hoped she wasn't going crazy...

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (4 days, 20 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Continued...

After two days...

The hunger, thirst, and pain had all withered away. She was all that remained, an entity seated on that cold, hard surface.

She straightened her back.

Yes... she thought. She could feel something, something within her. Now. Now was the time. A smile teased the corner of her lips, and for the first time in two days, she opened her eyes.

The acolyte still stood before her, but now he had pulled back his hood. His face was old and wizened, and wrought with wrinkles. The leathery face smiled at her, and he squatted down and held out his hand, palms up.

She placed her feminine hands within his, and he helped to pull her to her feet. The blood rushed like a tsunami back into her legs, and the feeling of thousands of pins and needles assaulted her. The priest stepped back, opening the path to the stairs.

Jessica started to climb. She clung as best as she could to the stone walls of the staircase. Her legs felt as if they had been doused in oil and set on fire. Strangely, the feeling was on the inside. She kept hauling herself up, from one landing to the next. She counted stairs to keep her mind off of her burning legs, but gave up after 100, so she started to count floors, until that too she lost track of.

Finally, when she was sure the staircase was some sort of elaborate Obian curse that would torment her for all eternity, she came to a large door.

The Solarium, she thought, as she breathed heavily. She had made it. She touched the warm wood of the door. Iron straps ran horizontally across it, secured by massive bolts. She formed a fist and knocked hard three times. The door moved open a bit at her knocking, and she pushed it easily and stepped into the chamber. The door, under it's own weight, smoothly and slowly, returned to its resting place.

She was here.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (3 days, 9 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Two men rode into one of the few towns in Sandlakes and saw upon entry that combined forces of Nothoi and the Shattered Vales sought to reassume control over the region. It was late however and Goriad II did not feel like mingling in the affair and so they rode on, avoiding the patrols.

They arrived at an inn, both dressed in long black cloacks and paid the innkeeper a small amount for a room. When the innkeeper escorted them to their room and they were finally alone Goriad II drew a knife and placed it at the man's throat "Tell anyone we're here and you and your pretty wife downstairs do not live to see the sunlight. Let anyone near our room and none of your guests will walk out of here alive either. No bring us some food and water and get yourself out of my sight!"

The next day

It was early morning when Goriad II rose and Sigmund had risen even before him and sought to tend to the horses and gather some food. After quickly eating some breakfest the men went to speak with the innkeeper who but looked frightened upon their entry "I didn't tell anyone, I swear," he said and a grin appeared on Goriad II's face. Sigmund placed his hand on the man's shoulder "Good, now we're looking for Maya Tandaros, Empress of the Shattered Vales, she's rumored to be closeby?"

A look of shock appeared on the man's face and he fell silent, yet before he realized what was asked of him a knife was placed to just beneath his ear "I can help you refresh your memory if you want?" Sigmund said and the innkeeper began to stutter "Sh....Sh...She's...She's in..in...up...their," as he pointed in a direction "Their camp is their....bu...but she's more likely in the town...today large freedom events have been announced."

"Good," Goriad II said "Sigmund leave the horses here, I'm sure this lad will take good care of them, we'll go in by foot."

Two hours later the men arrived at the city of the center which was filled with hundreds of soldiers. Dressed in their black cloaks they were approached by some of the guards offering them free ale, but they denied it all and thus caught the attention of some of the guards and as they reached closer to the inner circle of Maya's men he was halted by several guards. Two in front of them who placed their hands upon their soldiers and another 4 soldiers at their backs.

"LADY MAYA," Goriad II shouted, "IS THIS HOW YOUR MEN WELCOME A MAN LIKE ME? DO YOU STILL NEED THEM, OR CAN I CASTRATE THEM FOR THEIR INSOLENCE?"Half way through his sentence the two guards in front of them suddenly looked down and saw Sigmund holding two knives just between their upper thighs and their gentle parts and Goriad II had drawn two of his curved blades as he turned around to face the other 4 guards just in case.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (3 days, 7 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela "'Steady pillar' my la... commander? Not too poetic?" - asked Cengarda.

Maura narrowly missed her captain with tossed inkaust jar. "That's how nobles write, no?" - she said, mildly annoyed.

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Roleplay from Astros Renodin (3 days, 2 hours ago)

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Somewhere in Avengmil

This is, -the- life! A single eye cracked open the barest minimum to spy around where his next drink was coming from. Fat rays of sunlight showering down on Astros's bald head as he sat there in the reed lounging chair. His armor was left behind and safely secured on the cart parked beside inn that sat snugly nestled into the coastal cliffs. Wiggling his hairy toes in the sand that covered the beach it really was a relaxing afternoon. Boy? Boy! A lazy arm sported a massive hand that reached out in the direction of blurry image of what looked like the mirage of a dwarf. Where, is, My drink?!

The image came into focus as it rushed towards him. A mixture of fear and deep concern was on display on the young man's face as he carried a foaming tankard of beer. The metal rife with perspiration as its cool contents clashed with the warmth without it. H..here you go sir. The tankard came in reach and not a second later the massive hand clutched it like a vice. Mighty Fine.

So Astros enjoyed a, tactical, beach side stop to assess the situation in Ardmore.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint (2 days, 23 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Vahanian was irritable, he was tired and sore and still recovering from his wounds. But he was up and about, much to the chagrin of the healers in his unit. He was marching around the camp muttering things to himself, and allowing the cogs of his mind to turn. It was a bit freeing really, he rarely allowed his mind to wander down streams of thought without any real intent or purpose. He had a lot on his mind, many plans in place, and many more that had yet to begin.

He finally stopped in the middle of the camp as his mind followed a stream of thought, wheels began to spin, and he finally had an idea of what to do next. He immediately packed his essential gear and made preparations to return to Rines. Baldwin hurried over to him and said "My Lord, the healers gave strict recommendations that you not travel, they say its not healthy!" Vahanian was sick of the healers, while he was grateful for their services, he was tired of being tended to. He snapped at Baldwin, "They also say that smoking a pipe is bad for you! What could possibly be bad about smoking a pipe! I am returning to Rines and THAT. IS. FINAL."

Baldwin sighed, knowing it was futile to argue with Vahanian when he was in this type of mood.

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (2 days, 7 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Roleplay from Maya Tandaros (4 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Sandlakes (5 recipients) Quickly a ring of soldiers formed around the two, one moving in with a blackjack behind Sigmund. "How do I recognize that voice?" came the royal voice from the midst of the mob. An uneasy stillness settled between the two guests and the surrounding soldiers as people made way for the Empress, and eventually Maya appeared. "Ah tis Regent Goriad! I'd been expecting your arrival, though I admit, I expected blue banners and robes. You cannot blame the Valesmen for protecting the Crown from two blackcloaks, can you? I'd prefer if you left their robin eggs gently in their nest." A mischievous tone accompanied her expression, growing more amused by the situation, "Obeah never gives us what we expect. Welcome Your Excellency, I hope your journey to the Vales has been pleasant."

Maya showed Goriad around the marketplace, explaining the great significance of Sandlakes, how many men and women had perished here, the villages burned by daimonic hordes, halfbreeds, and a menageries of terrible beasts. The two discussed the formations of hordes as their protected stroll led them to a glade where servants had set up a picnic for the two to dine upon with high quality wine. Surveying the horizon idly, Maya suggested, "The banners have been erected here as planned, the surviving local elders have finally agreed to return to the imperial fold; let us retire to the capital city this evening. We can march in a single caravan if you wish; if you've brought an Obisyelan banner then let us raise it alongside the imperial golden standard. You may have lodgings of honor in the Keep and all the attendant benefits."

Workers and low-ranking troops spent the rest of the day setting up wagons, sergeants conferred with scouts; the bulk of the Army of the Vales having already gone, the rearguard now hastened to finish preparations for departure.

Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus Goriad II grinned for a moment, not quite the friendly grin but rather one with a vile undertone "Very well, you get to live another day lads, for now, now get out my sight!" he sneered as he moved towards Maya "The slayer of Daemons, good to see you again, there is much to discuss. I travel without banner and pleasant, it was certainly interesting and fruitful. I find I am more effective without all this show of lavishness."

When Maya offered him the wine he waved it away "I do not drink, my visions will be pure, not induced by these means," and he had Sigmund get some water in stead. "The lands seem to be important indeed, although most of the people here seem to have lost their faith. Something which will require work among other things." He took some of the food and his water as he left a silence fall for a moment "I have no banner, but I will travel with you to the capital. I require little luxery though, as long as I don't have to spend most of my days talking to pompous entitled fatasses who believe themself worthy due to some title or another, or their weak wives" he smirked "There are few women who have your strength or that of Rania, but no doubt you know that."

Goriad II snapped his fingers and Sigmund went off and returned a while later with their horses. "Good, we are ready to join you Maya."

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Roleplay from Jheda Orobar (2 days, 4 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela It had been a few days since Jheda arrived in Rines, and still he had not left his quarters on the Keffa Memorial Estate. Although the site itself made you feel both humbled and astonished by its exceptional beauty, the residence near it was as ordinary as they get. Boring looking from the outside, soberly decorated on the inside. The only thing it had going were the spacious chambers, which Jheda skillfully divided into two separate rooms. The first he used to excercise his body, the second to sharpen his mind through study and meditation. The last 48 hours the curious young man spent his time here, reading anything about the Veiled Goddess and the history of Obia'Syela he could get his hands on. The only distraction he allowed himself was his daily swordfighting routine, to improve his skill.

Finally he felt less of a ignorant fool, maybe he could start to see himself as a devoted servant to Obeah, though he knew he was only a novice. Now came the hard part, he would have to talk to people to fill in the last missing blanks. Jheda did not like people, they inevitably led to distractions, which led to losing track of the real important issues. Still, he strived for perfection, discomfort was part of the path towards it.

When he stepped outside, the warm sun on his skin and the fresh air in his lungs made him feel inebriated. Perhaps the lack of food and sleep played their part as well, as he cared as little about his human needs as he did about words and people. It must have been a strange sight for those he passed by, this slovenly looking man, waddling through the streets.

Jheda paid a short visit to the Basilica, where he witnessed a strange scene, almost as if he was dreaming. A woman sat before a priest, cross legged, eyes closed. Nobody said a thing, nothing moved, it was as if time was frozen. Experienced as he was with the state his body and mind were in, Jheda concluded he might be hallucinating, so he turned around, back to the streets. He continued this odd trip, hoping to find someone interesting and worthy to talk to, real or imaginary.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (7 hours, 44 minutes ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Avengmil

"M'Lady," Bryant held the scout report in his hand, "There have been many times our forces have thought Ardmore was clear, only to walk into ambush. We can not go there without the army."

Jessica looked south, barely listening.

It felt like something was calling her. Such a strange feeling.

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The Duel of Inquisitors

Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin

As you walk through the main alley of Rines, a man carrying inquisitorial insignia and a red lion sigil on his tabard stops from a hasty march right in front of you, he takes a bow and introduces himself as Ulli. Only when he rises his head you notice it being covered in countless bruises. He pleads with one of your guards. His mouth forms words:

"My Lord, please. She said I either find her a noble training partner or I have to step in again. She doesn't hold back, I can't anymore. I have only five teeth left. I'm begging you my Lord."

He points to the academy in the docks.

Roleplay from Divus Lancaster
Divus stared blankly at the attendant wearing Inquisition colors, trying to follow along in the conversation. Divus thought that he caught the name "Olly" or something like that. Regardless of his name, Olly's body language was obvious to tell. He was covered in bruises and would have a difficult time with solid food going forward. Olly stood at an angle, obviously favoring his left side and keeping as little weight off his leg as possible.
At first Divus thought that the man had been mugged or attacked, but he pointed at the Academy near the docks frantically.
Divus silently cursed the fact he wore his noble colors today and turned to walk towards the Academy. He hadn't drawn his sword in earnest since the events in Ardmore, but at this point his hearing was not coming back and he would need to learn to fight without it.
"Let's go," he said to his guards, much to the visible relief of Olly, and began the walk to the dueling grounds.
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Roleplay from Divus Lancaster
message to all nobles of Obia'Syela

"My lord, pardon me, but couldn't we have taken a ship?" The young squire asked, nervously looking left and right atop his pony.

Divus turned and glared at the squire, who quickly averted his gaze and stared at the passing ground below.

The road was mostly empty, aside from the sound of crows high above in the trees. Occasionally there would be a rustle on the bushes, which drove hands to sword pommels but usually ended up being some small bird or rodent. The rogue regions outside Grehk were more desolate than Divus had expected. While it was true that no kingdom or empire had owned the city or these surrounding lands in some time, Divus had hoped there were at least some signs of life. True there was an occupied hut or hovel every mile or so, but the peoples had hidden themselves from Divus and his men as they passed. He did not blame them, the handful of armed men probably looked like brigands or thieves.

He had chosen not to fly his person colors, or those of his realm, until they entered the Shattered Vales. Before that, it would just be a target for him and the few others he chose to bring with him on the way to Unger. It would be his first tournament ever, but his excitement was dulled. He hadn't expected to be so disadvantaged, though he hadn't fully realized it till his training duel with Maura of the Inquisition. He still carried more than a few bruises from the event.

Until he was given the signal, he hadn't realized how important his hearing was to the fight. His timing was off considerably, the beat of steel against steel lost on him completely. His reactions, he could feel it, were dulled and slow. Much too slow to face such a talented warrior as Maura Arnickles Renodin. The ferocity had pushed him back, and he ran out of tricks quickly. Once, he had an opportunity to counter, and thrust his sword forward, trying to deliver a crippling below to the underside of Maura's arm. However, as he brought his sword up he whiffed complete, opening himself up to a punishing blow. For a moment he was dazed, more so by confusion than pain. How had he missed? Looking down at his shirt-sleeve he realized what was wrong.

His arm was shorter. Not just his arm, but the rest of him as well. In the trauma of losing his hearing, he hadn't noticed that he didn't need to shave quite as often and that his clothes no longer fit quite as right. He went to one of the Temple healers, thinking he had shrunk by some magic, but after glancing at his body and teeth, the healer delivered the fateful news: he was younger. Three years younger, or so. The healer priest had heard of this before, particularly after the events in Ardmore. Those changed by the wave of energy were young, revitalized by youth. While Divus supposed this was a blessing to some of the more ancient among them, he could see it little more than a curse.

So when the news spread that there was a tournament in Unger, in far Thalmarkin, Divus quickly made plans to depart. Some time away from the homelands would give him a chance to think and a chance to re-learn his sword arts. He would need to re-learn his technique, not only from a hearing perspective, but from a size as well. He had realized on the road what a daunting task he had ahead of him, but at the same time he was glad to have the challenge.

Truly Obeah was testing him, and he would rise to the challenge. On the bright side, he had a bit more time now to achieve his goals.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin
message to all nobles of Obia'Syela
Sharp ripples of air irked the eardrums of a bulky man, shaking "cautious" right out of his cautious approach. "Some madcaps love that noise" he thought as he placed one foot after another. "That half-scratching, half-screeching sound of quill on parchment". As the sound stopped, Ulli found that he indeed preffered the annoying noise over the alternative - a yard-long scimtar at his throat.

"You will find me much more harder to sneak upon when I'm sober..." - Maura said and lifted her captain's chin up with the tip of her sword - "Try again in the evening."

"I... why do we stay in Rines? Road's are dangerous, I know best. We're good for the courts!" - Ulli insisted, spreading his unevenly shaved stubble in a hideous grin, barring his incomplete set of teeth as he readjusted the collar of his rich inquisitorial robe.

"You can dress a pig in a..." - Maura replied, last words of the sentence drowned out by the sound of quill on parchment, that was pointedly louder than necessary.

Ulli squinted his eyes at the sound, and with the wave of screeching tones he wondered if his reaction wasn't increasing the volume. "You write to the child lord?" - he asked.

"Not a child." - she more thought aloud than answered.

"Why not talk, like - during the fight or after?" - he wasn't giving up.

"We couldn't. The Ardmore Incident, he was one of the..." - she caught herself indulging the thug that played the role of her captain and immediately rectified that by tearing the pieces of goat tissue out of the parchment in a mighty swing of her quill. Ulli shrieked at displeasure, and if eyeballs alone could smirk without the help of the lips they would be the ones sitting at that moment in Maura's eyesockets. She read the content of her letter once again before sealing it:

Sir Divus, Inquisitor,

Forgive my lack of proper preamble, but mine is a military mind and I am organically incapable of pussyfooting around people. It is my guess that you view what happened to you as a curse. I believe you should view it as a blessing. For as the saying has it: "when Obeah closes the door, she makes sure that the battering ram is not far away." Your body is frailer yes, but also easier to be shaped and honed, your mind is keener. By the time you are my age you will already be the most capable and decorated Inquisitor in the Holy Realm, whereas I by then will be a spinster. As for your hearing - yes, it may pose a serious inconvenience in social relations, but look at our Grand Inquisitor, I hea... I mean I've been told that she has been deaf for years now and look how far she's got to!
In fight... your loss of hearing will be a disadvantage in single combat, however in battle - my dear, in battle you will thrive. The cruel melody of metal on metal, severed flesh and breaking bones makes the finest warriors lose their cold blood. To achieve perfection, in fight one should seek serenity, not violence, deal with tools and objects, not weapons and flesh. Thanks to this gift of yours, you shall walk into battle in perfect serenity, while others will have the melody of war chase the valour out of their souls and piss out of their bladders.
Take heart! The Ardmore Incident placed a burden upon many. I can help you carry yours, if you so wish.''

"Don't break the seal. Carry it yourself. Don't use any of the men, they're even dum..." - Maura commanded Ulli, opting to wave him away rather than bother with finishing her sentence.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (30 days ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela I am one with the Goddess, Jessica thought, The Goddess is one with me.

She stepped lightly over the seat of a chair, walked three paces, and dipped under a spear shaft which hung five feet from the ground. She heard the slight whistle, the whooshing of air below her, and jumped. The air swept harmlessly underneath her.

Bryant placed the pole he had just swung on a rack, "You are getting better, m'Lady."

Jessica nodded. The blank whiteness which filled her vision had not disappeared. The permaneance of her ailment had settled on her days ago. She had, after a very short bout of depression, begun to train other senses. She listened intently, utilized intuition, even the tiny hairs on her arms could be used to gauge her surroundings.

With practice, and some help from the Veiled Goddess, she might actually survive this.

"Still no word on who arrested this..." Bryant pulled a piece of parchment from his satchel, "...this... Apostle is his name. Strange name. He is most certainly a commoner, but beyond that, we know nothing."

Jessica nodded. She held no reservations about holding a commoner in her dungeons. She did, however, hope that someone might inform her why they had arrested the fellow...

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Roleplay from Arterius Kye (29 days, 12 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Even in his cell the blizzard of light shown with such intensity that Arterius gasped loudly as he attempted to cover his eyes. At least in his minds eye he released an audible cry. It was not until sometime after the daze within his eye faded that he realized he could not hear the sounds of his breathing or the shifting of his cloths. In a panic he screamed as loud as he could but to no avail. Silence had claimed his soul.

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Roleplay from Adolphus Schwarzherzig (28 days, 20 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Adolphus breathed in the sea air, the smell of salt invigorating him as he set foot on dry land once again. The arrangements had been made, and his estate was prepared. The nobleman was plainly dressed in dark garb, the quality of his gear and the signet ring upon his finger the only indications of his high birth. He grinned as he set foot upon Beluaterran soil, the first of his line in generations to do so. He looked back at the sea behind him, which hid entire cities beneath its depths.

So another of my blood returns to this cursed land. Those ruins that lie hidden, it is hard to believe the works of my ancestors, yet there lies proof.

Adolphus turned to his seneschal. "Send word to her grace, pledging my allegiance, and request an audience so that I may give my oath in person."

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Roleplay from Arterius Kye (28 days, 5 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Back in Rines, Arterius practically stumbled around due to the loss of his hearing. Yes he could still speak, but it was clear from the expressions of those he tried to communicate with that volume and tone of his words needed work. Discouraged at first, the young knight spent several hours within one of the sacred temples of the Heralds in prayer.

Goddess, give me strength...

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Roleplay from Goriad II Gabanus (25 days, 6 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Goriad II made his way to the primitive temple in Fheuvenem where he had invited the Doges of Fronen and Bara'Khur. He was uncertain what he would see upon their entry as the men had grown a great dislike towards each other. While he himself usually would be the source of discontent, somehow now he would be the mediating factor between the two men and their realms. It was a strange moment in his history, although he did not consider it as such.

He snapped his fingers to the guards of the temple "Increase the guard tenfold, call upon the local inquisitors and quickly. We will have royal visitors shorly," and without questions the 5 guards each headed into a diferent direction only to return with a large group of men an hour later.

"Listen up, no weapons will be allowed in the temple today, and no peasant nor noble will be allowed entry without my permission save for Bastian of Fronen and Josiah of Bara'Khur, do I make myself clear?" It was a strange sight to see about 60 men nod nearly simultaneously as they heard his orders.

He then walked into the temple, saw down and pulled out his curved blade, its shaft laid with clear red diamonds and he began sharpening the blade in the midst of the temple.

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Roleplay from Jheda Orobar (25 days, 2 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela This morning, Jheda woke up well before sunrise, meditated, had breakfast and left for Rines. There he visited the Academy for a personal training session given by an excellent swordmaster. The man looked old and weak, but when they had finished, the bruises all across Jheda's body proved him wrong. Lesson learned, never underestimate your opponent. When he left, slightly limping, there was one last thing to take care of before heading home. After days of searching, he finally heard about a merchant who sold what he needed. The only thing left to do was finding the man.

Late in the afternoon, Jheda arrived at his estate, in his pocket the rare items he successfully purchased. It had been a long day, he was glad to be back home. The marvellous Keffa Memorial always managed to replenish his energy. Unknown to many though, his real joy and way to escape his worries lay behind his mansion. Whenever he had some time to spare, Jheda could be found working in his garden. The hard work, concentration and devotion he put in it was only surpassed by his worship to the Veiled Goddess. The result was spectacular, the rich and plentifull harvest allowed him to feed himself and all his servants. When he took the path around his house though, instead of finding a blooming garden, he was greeted by a fence. At first he was surprised, but the feeling quickly changed to anger.

"What in the name of all cursed Daimons happened here," he yelled at the nearest servant, " this fence was not here when I left this morning."

"Orders from the Oracle herself. A part of your estate was added the a new one nearby," the poor man answered with trembling voice.

Jheda was not a greedy man, he cared little for his earthly possesions, but his garden was sacred.

"Oh no, I will not stand for this. Bring some of your friends and come help me," he ordered.

They spent the next few hours taking down the fence, moving it to a lesser used part of the estate and putting it back together. In the end, the new estate gained roughly the same area as before, and Jheda was reunited with his beloved vegetables. When he sat down, exhausted, he silently spoke to them, reaching down his pocket.

"My friends, let me introduce you to a new member of our garden. Give them the space, sunlight and nutrition they need to prosper amongst you. You all know about recent events, leaving some of my fellow nobles blind or deaf. Our newest addition here will help me deal with that."

He carefully planted the cloves of garlic. If they could not see or hear them, at least they would be able to smell him. If someone could see Jheda's face, they would notice the blissful smile, indicating he was utterly pleased with his foresighted cleverness.

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Roleplay from Astros Renodin (24 days, 1 hour ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela

About half way in listening to the words of a youthful, trusted scribe as he relayed the words of the Oracle to him, Astros yet again, walked into a door. F**k this piece of dogwipe Door! Furiously rubbing a brand new sore-spot on his bald scalp. The young scribe smiled conspiratorially and gently shuffled just beyond a beam supporting the roof. His melodic voice lessening in volume and like a moth drawn to light, Astros shuffled through the room towards the origins of the voice. Straining his ears to make out the words. Blind as a doornob.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (24 days, 21 hours ago)

(Personal message to Jessica Gildre) A familliar voice of one of your guards cautiously pleads for your attention.

"M'lady. Forgive me, there's a woman outside, insisting on an audience with you. She's dressed like a warrior, too plainly for a noble but... she bears inquisitorial insignia upon her attire and a, and a round escutheon of a red lion. I think." - there is a pause that makes you wonder if the guard isn't attempting to show you something, he continues, sounding more than a bit embarrassed - "I don't know her name but lion is marshal Astros' sigil, right? She could be one of the Lord Astros' men, when I asked for her name she just glared angrily." - he coughed pulling himself back on the right subject - "Should I? Should I let her in?"

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (24 days, 21 hours ago)

Jessica stood up and waved the guard away. There was nothing to fear from a lone soldier in her own house full of guards. She held out her hand, which Bryant took and lead her through the door into the parlor. Inside, Bryant cleared his throat.

"My Lady Jessica, your visitor is none other than Lady Maura Arnickles Renodin!" Bryant announced to Jessica, "You met her at the party you threw in Rines, just before the incident with Gythrul..."

Jessica bowed her head in acknowledgement. Her sightless eyes stared straight ahead, but she made a motion towards the chairs around the hearth with a sweep of her hand.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (24 days, 18 hours ago)

(Personal message to Jessica Gildre) Maura looked between Bryant and Jessica, and realizing her mistake she hid the set of meticulously crafted iron letters, cold and sharp enough to be easily identified with touch. "Why, the Akkan's arse, did I thought she's deaf."

She nodded at Bryant and prompted by Lady Jessica took a seat at one of the chairs.

"Gythrul. Is one of the reasons I'm here. I wanted to report to the Grand Inquisitor on my inquisitorial work." - she eyed up the Grand Inquisitor - she was every inch the woman she met at the party, even looked a bit younger, thoufh not as extremely as Sir Divus.

"I inquisited Gythrul, altough only once. Obeah gave him justice before I could make more use of him. The only bit of information I got out of him that I deem worthy is that the Daimons sought purity and religious dominance. That hearts and souls of people of Beluaterra carried great importance to Daimons and the battle for those souls for Daimons was indeed the battle for survival." - she paused to scan Jessica's reaction and continued - "But that's not the main reason I'm here. I'm glad you joined the faith. I'm glad. Especially because of the prophecy. The Inquisition however... Grand Inquisitor is the leader of the Inquisition in Obia'Syela, it's absurd that you can't even review your own assets. That would be very useful, especially now since..." - Maura looked at Bryant and guards at the doors - "About the next part we need to talk alone."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (24 days, 18 hours ago)

Jessica leaned back in her chair and rested her hands in her lap. A moment passed, and finally she nodded. She knew she needed to join the Inquisition. She had been busy though, fighting. Or was she avoiding it? She couldn't tell. Inquisitors fought, and Templars investigated. Things seemed so upside down between the two factions.

She did, however, have a duty to the Inquisition.

She nodded again, then she touched Bryant's arm. He nodded silently and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (24 days, 4 hours ago)

(Personal message to Jessica Gildre) Maura resumed talking when they were alone:

"Grand Inquisitor. I have been tasked with gathering, keeping the tally of and safekeeping the very particular arsenal for Obia'Syela. First and foremost the portal stones, secondly the scrolls." - she leaned forward - "Yes, by the Oracle herself. It is perhaps the most delicate and most important mission the Inquisition has on this entire continent." - she cautiously let her hand rest on Jessica's as she said - "And I cannot do it without your help. There are inquisitors dispatched to keep track of all relic hunters on our lands. I shall start inquisiting them right after I my return from the tournament. Those talented individuals are the ones who might keep such items and even if some of them don't - they are the ones most suited to find magical scrolls and portal stones. I fully intend to convince the Inquisition guild officials to create a rank for common informant that provides ample emolument, so that they have a carrot to work for. Following that I shall start recruiting the common adventurers to either Inquisition or the Heralds, so that we may better reach them. But along with any carrot there needs to be a stick. Those unwilling to help - we have two options. First - I can try and beat the sense of duty to Obeah into them, I don't think it would work though. Second - I can take them into custody and have them fetched to the offices of the Grand Inuisitor, where it would be up to you to gather the information and enforce cooperation. I believe people will be much more susceptible to arguments when chained to the wall of a cell." - her expression growing in seriousness she concluded - "There is also the matter of the heretics, infidels and defilers among common relic hunters. Due to their access to items of magic they can prove to be extremely dangerous. Upon any suspicion of active opposition to Obeah from such individuals I will inquisite without mercy, send the half-living body to your offices and prepare the firewood."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (23 days, 22 hours ago)

Jessica withdrew her hand, startled by the contact, but she leaned forward to listen intently.

So... there was hope for the Inquisition. Maura breathed a sense of life into the faction that had been lacking for quite some time. She smiled and nodded to Maura.

It was time to head to Rines and join the Inquisition.

She leaned back again and rang a bell. A servant emerged with a tray of tea, which he placed between the women, and then promptly exited the room again. Jessica made an offering gesture towards the tray. She then reached forward to feel along the tray until she felt a cup. She left a finger draped over the lip of the cup, and picked up the pot. Slowly she poured tea into the cup until she felt the hot liquid on the tip of her finger.

Slowly she sipped and waited for Maura to continue.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (23 days, 21 hours ago)

(Personal message to Jessica Gildre) Maura sipped the tea. It was hot, but she didn't mind. Being finished with the official matters she didn't want to prolong her stay but allowed herself to say one more thing:

"The Ardmore Incident took it's toll. I... I may be one of the few nobles of Obia'Syela left unharmed. I just barely escaped the guilt I felt for the last couple of years and now surviving places the guilt on my shoulders once again." - surprised with her own sincerety Maura looked suspiciously at the tea but dismissed the notion forming in her head.

The next couple of minutes they both sat in complete silence as they finished the tea. As she placed the empty cup back on the tray Maura stood up and took one step towards Jessica, picking up the conversation where she left off: "What I was trying to say is..." - she extended her arm to Grand Inquisitor, as one would, intending to guide a blind person - "... should you need a pair of eyes or a helpful arm, mine will be at your service, Grand Inquisitor."

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre (23 days, 18 hours ago)

Jessica stood and smiled at the words. She reached forward and patted her on the shoulder. She then took the warrior's offered arm, grateful for the aid.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (23 days, 2 hours ago)

(Personal message to Jessica Gildre) Maura led Jessica to the main gates of her estate and the safety of Bryant's care, afterwards she bowed soldierly, with just a nod and bid her farewell.

Leaving the quarters of the Grand Inquisitor she couldn't help but think: "Poor Lady Jessica, she lost not only her sight but also her speech in the Ardmore Incident."

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Roleplay from Zacharie Moonsun (21 days, 4 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Zacharie was sitting in the armchair of his office, with the letter lying on the table. He has not left the office since that morning, meditating.

- Guilt - whispers in the room. - Their fault - it continues whispering.

Zacharie reacts to those whispers, looking for their origin. Look around the room and see a canvas, obtained from his time in Keffa, a picture of an ancient battle whose history is not known. Under the canvas is a slab with the old insignia of the Inquisition, before its official regulation. It approaches that slab, the whispers are more intense.

- They are at fault. - Not a defense in all this time -. - Not a support -. - They are blind in their truth -.

Lift the slab, below is a black coat, once used in his inquisitorial activities, and under the coat was a simple wooden box, with a bolt. Zacharie takes out that box and places it on the table. Those whispers are almost screams, being unbearable. He grabs his pendant, which keeps a small ledge carved in the shape of a key.

When you open the box the voices are silent. Inside the box are seven scrolls obtained from his activities and which he never sent to the palace. He distrusted at that moment and now he understands why.

He reached into the box to grab one of the scrolls when a sense of hatred invaded him, that feeling translated into revenge and abandonment. He held the parchment tightly, took it out of the box, broke the cloth tape that closed it and discovered its contents. It was a different language, a totally unusual script, but the whispers revealed their reading:

- Nazg Ash durbatulûk, - - Nazg ash gimbatul, - - Nazg ash thrakatulûk, - - Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul, - - Uzg-Cjelegy-ishi amal fauthut burgûli. -

Zacharie repeated those words and ..

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Roleplay from Zacharie Moonsun (21 days, 4 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela It was a sunny day in the temple, the young novice was praying, she was alone. When it came out, the sunlight was obscured by gray clouds. There was an uncomfortable air in the temple. The members in charge of his care noticed it. the time passed when at some point someone gave notice that a group of riders were approaching.

The young novice saw from her window the standard of the acting lord. It was said that he had been reprimanded by the inquisitor of the kingdom. When they opened the doors there was no greater terror than his smile ...

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin (21 days, 2 hours ago)

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela Maura sipped water in the Seacliff Lighthouse Tavern and attempted to keep her extended arm motionless, failling each time to severe trembling.

"Stupid idea quitting the drinking habbit right before the tournament. No wonder that first blow knocked the sword right off my hand." - she thought.

Ulli walked towards her in a drunken gait. Spilling ale from his tankard on the letter he was fetching her. The letter was unsealed and the captain was shouting - "A heretic! My lady, there be a heretic in the realm!" - he dropped his heavy arse into a chair, almost breaking it on impact - "Maura! I mean, uh... my lady! Shall we do some inquisiting?"

Maura kicked the chair from under the thug that she had for a captain and instructed that they immediately march out to Cjelegy, to do battle with the heretic's loyalists. Half-way through Rines Ulli sobered up enough to mention that Grand Chancellor already dealt with the resistance in Cjelegy.

"You idiot, why are we marching then?" - Maura said, to which Ulli just shrugged, so she continued, restraining her anger - "Remind me to never again joke about..."

"Grand Chancellor not taking any chances?" - Ulli grinned interrupting his lady - "Duke Erheas changing his title to 'Duck' Erheas? Margrave of Athol Margos being so old he constantly forgets to join the army? Misplacing his sword? Searching through the coffers and granaries of the realm, looking for his lost courage? Having his arse nailed to a comfy chair?"

"That last one was yours, idiot. We don't make fun of Duke Erheas anymore." - seeing Ulli's grin still on his face Maura unsheathed her scimtar and pointing it at his throat she said - "Do I have to reiterate?" - which effectively extinguished all the giggles from her captain and all those within the earshot.

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