Arnickles Renodin/Maura/OS september

Roleplay from Mariana le Craint

Mariana stepped out from her tent, covering her eyes as the moon shone brightly this night. Her arm wrapped up in a bandage, she limped across the ground where camp had been set up. Most of her men were not up and active, a few prepping a fire, others setting up more tents for the night as more men recover from their injuries. The mood had recovered, seeing their commander recovering from her wounds and more importantly conscious. A pair returned just as Mariana stepped out from her tent, hung over their shoulders was a selection of hunted animals ready for the evening meal. Their smug attitudes got them a lot of attention from the men preparing the fire.

Mariana looked down at herself, she had most of her armour removed apart from her greaves and sabatons. Her mail undershirt remained mostly intact with only minor breakages, however her breastplate had been torn off and lost on the battlefield. Looking around she could see the scraps of armour that had been destroyed in the battle, it seemed the men had hired a local blacksmith to work on, as best as he could, the partially damaged sets. It pleased Mariana to see that the men had taken the initiative in her absence.

Stepping towards the campfire, the sat on a tree that had been felled to be used as a bench. Looking over her arm, she could still feel the pain where a claw had torn through most of the upper layers of muscle and skin. She looked around for a drink to soothe her pain, to which she could not find one. She looked towards the men that were setting up the fire.

"Cedric, grab me a drink. Something strong mind you, none of that swill you find in a peasants tavern.."

Before she could finish, a man came behind her holding out a mug.

"Ah Waldor, it seems you read my mind. I am glad to see you have recovered from your injury."

The cup she was offered was filled with a colourless liquid, which gave off a strong stench of alcohol, like the kind that would be used to disinfect wounds. Without a moments hesitation she downed the drink, the men that were neardby were stunned into silence, many of them had tried this but none had survived more than one cup. Mariana reached the bottle of the mug, letting out a sigh of relief she sunk into the comfort of the bench.

"It seems you never cease to surprise me, bringing my favourite drink, you must have hunted around for quite some time to find that."

The captain laughed, his thick black goatee bouncing up and down with his heavy laughter.

"Only the best, its the reason I signed up with you. Never met another who could handle this drink, to find someone who enjoys it as much as me is more than enough reason to carry a bottle round with me at all times."

Mariana followed this comment with a laugh, wiping the sweat from her brow as the hot summer evening was coming to a close. The fire was not lit, while only a small flame, the men were pleased and ready to begin roasting the meat that had been caught.

"You better bring the rest of that bottle, now is the time to enjoy this while we are given a bit of peace. Additionally, since you seem to know me so well, I imagine you wouldnt try to withhold this drink from me."

The captain smirked, he produced the bottle from behind his back. The blackened glazed glass gave off a mystery to the drink, a simple label with little to no decoration with bold lettering 'Black Death'. Before two long the pair of them was pouring out their second mugs, the smell of the roasting meat accompanied the drink. Men now gathered around the fire, their mouths watering as they awaited their food.

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Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook

The Portal in Rines

It had been some hours since Ferdinand was left to his own devices. The expected meeting was never going to happen. He had held some restraint up until this point. However, even one's patience wavers thin.

Moving into the hallway that Ferdinand saw the Marshal vanish into, there was a large tremor and a unnatural light outside.

Shock was quickly replaced by zealous determination.

With one of the aides that stood beside him, Ferdinand demanded to know what was going on.

Without uttering a word, the aide pointed to the sky and then to a staircase passageway.

With his hand on his sword's hilt, Ferdinand darted towards the before-mentioned staircase and ascended the stairs. With the magic in the air, Ferdinand looked to the ceiling and confirmed the source of the magic was from the highest levels of the building.

Hence, Ferdinand sprinted, then ran, and finally paced as fast as he could with his armour on over the thousands of steps that wound around the Basillica's central spire - the marvel of Rines itself. The Grand Staircase was no mean feat.

Knowing that he was invited by the Marshal, or even a higher power, Ferdinand grew in his conviction.

Something had started - he was determined to discover what that was.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 19 days, 1 hour, 58 minutes ago

Vahanian sat in the marbled chamber of the Grand Council listening to the proposals being thrown before this ruling body. When the time came for military proposals and leadership changes he kept his face impassive.

The Oracle's proposal made sense to him, it was a sound proposal, but something was off. As he listened with half his attention to the minor details, with the rest of his attention he was picking up each piece of the proposal with his mind, examining it, and placing it back down. His mind was whizzing through all the possibilities. He made mental notes on portions that he wanted to examine further in private. He rolled up the scroll on which the Proposal was written and placed it in a pocket beneath his cloak.

He would decide it's fate in the coming days.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 18 days, 20 hours, 24 minutes ago

Baldwin shuffled through the manor on Vahanian's estate, the house was quiet, most of the inhabitants were asleep. He approached a large thick oak door and knocked twice before opening the door. The room was dark, the curtains had been pulled tightly shut and only the embers of a fire crackled in the fireplace on the far wall. Baldwin didn't see Vahanian in the large four post bed, but he saw some blankets that had been cast onto the floor in between the bed and the fireplace. Baldwin moved further into the room and saw Vahanian laying on the floor under the blankets, his room slave lay next to him Vahanian's eyes looked like they were closed. Baldwin was about to clear his throat when Vahanian spoke softly.

"I'm awake." Baldwin shuffled closer a little embarrassed at the fact that he had walked in on his lord and master after the man had obviously shared his bed with his room slave. "What is it Baldwin?" Vahanian stood and the blankets dropped away revealing that he was entirely naked, just as Baldwin's eyes started to adjust to the dim light. Baldwin looked away and cleared his throat. Vahanian rolled his eyes and said "Robe." Baldwin handed the robe to his master and Vahanian turned away from him to put it on. Baldwin's eyes danced across Vahanian's back and chest and his voice caught in a gasp in his throat. He'd known his lord was a seasoned warrior and had been tortured more than once, to see the scars first hand was an all together different ordeal than hearing the stories.

Vahanian pulled the robe on quickly after hearing the gasp and turned. Baldwin still had a quizzical look on his face as his eyes flickered between the makeshift bed on the floor, Vahanian, and the four post bed that was unused. Vahanian threw another log on the dying fire and mumbled "Spend 16 months at the hands of daimon torturers and see if you can sleep on a mattress again.." Baldwin said nothing.

Vahanian walked over to him and said "What do you want, Baldwin?" irritation creeping into his voice, he obviously didn't care to be disturbed during the few hours of the day that he had to himself. "My Lord, a guest awaits in the parlor." Baldwin put an odd emphasis on the word 'guest'. Vahanian nodded and said "5 minutes, pour yourself a whiskey, do not offer him one. I want him off balance." Baldwin bowed and shuffled out. Vahanian dressed quickly and took one last look at his room slave who hadn't stirred during Baldwin's time in the room. He then left without saying anything.

5 minutes later Vahanian entered the parlor and Baldwin stood from his seat and immediately poured a cup of steaming tea for his master. Vahanian sat and lit his pipe, not addressing the man standing in the middle of the room. "Harrdun." Vahanian said, the man threw back his hood and knelt, saying "Father." Vahanian smiled briefly and then wiped the grin from his face. Vahanian gestured for the man to sit across from him and then said "Well?" Harrdun took a deep breath, shot a hateful glance at Baldwin and said "Uncle Leatho thinks me his son, he tested me in some way, forced me to play him in chess." Vahanian nodded and Harrdun continued "I only won once." Vahanian took a deep puff on his pipe and said "Liar."

Harrdun looked at his father, and Vahanian said "You played him, but you didn't win. Leatho is an exceptional chess player, it suits how his mind works. Even I've only ever beaten him once. He stared at the board for a week before congratulating me." Harrdun looked confused and asked 'Why?" Vahanian shrugged as if it didn't matter and said "He needed to know where and how he lost, and how he could have prevented it. He makes plenty of mistakes, but he rarely makes the same one twice, and never three times."

Harrdun nodded as if he understood but he didnt. "And that's how you knew I didn't win?" Vahanian chuckled and said "No, if you'd won you'd be dead." Harrdun couldn't tell if Vahanian was serious until Baldwin confirmed it. "You'd be dead young master."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 18 days, 20 hours, 20 minutes ago

- Cont -

"But why aren't you dead? If you won..?" Harrdun asked. Vahanian took a moment to answer but finally said "Two reasons. I beat him before he knew he was better than me, and secondly, he likes me more than you." Harrdun couldn't believe it at first. Vahanian chuckled and said "Don't take it personally there are maybe 5 people he actually likes. Only 2 of them are in the family."

Harrdun still couldn't believe it. Vahanian brushed past it and said "Does he think you're his son?" Harrdun nodded and said "yes, I think so, but I don't know why you wanted me to make him think that.."

Vahanian said "You don't need to know. All that matters is he keeps believing it.."

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Roleplay from Augum conDoin

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 18 days, 37 minutes ago

Sir Augum enters his command tent, scanning the latest missives and coming to Lord Jorvik's.

A small grin on his face, Sir Augum dictates a reply to the realm, "I will allow the lady to characterize the nature of the duel."

Sir Augum exits his tent to see to the training of his men, the small smile still on his face.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 15 days, 19 hours, 48 minutes ago

"Grandmistress!" Bryant exclaimed as he opened the door of her mansion in Rines. Her entourage was busy unloading her effects in front of the large building, and Bryant ushered his Lady inside.

"The foreign expedition went well?" he asked, "We weren't expecting to see you for another week or so..."

Jessica nodded. Unfortunately, she had cut her mission short. However, she had achieved her primary goal, and a large temple now stood in Ete City. Nothing to bother Bryant about though.

Instead, she smiled a rare smile and gestered towards him. He laughed, "I am well, m'Lady," he said, "Of course, I would much have preferred to accompany you on your journey..."

She shook her head at that, and waved her hand at the mansion.

"I know, I know," he held up his hands, "I just think there are others who could run your household for you just as effectively. As always, though, what I interpret as your wish is my command," he gave her a wink.

Jessica gave him a crooked grin and shook her head.

"What is next, m'Lady?" Bryant asked as they walked towards her chambers, "Shall I organize a gathering in the square for you to preach to? I never did understand how you are able to do that..." he trailed off, pondering.

She shook her head. Instead, she made the movement of drawing a bow.

"Surely you jest."

She folded her arms and shook her head.

"The battlefield is no place for the Grandmisstress of the Sacred Obia'Syela!" he stated firmly. He looked at her again and she folded her arms across her chest. He sighed.

With a snap of his fingers, a servant appeared beside Bryant. He turned to her and said, "Fetch the Grandmistress' war bow from the armory. And her battle dress. Have them brought up to her chamber..." he turned back to Jessica, "For now, m'Lady, I shall draw you a bath so that you may wash the travel from yourself."

Jessica nodded, clapped Bryant on the shoulder, and followed him into the chamber.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 15 days, 1 hour, 53 minutes ago

(OOC: I wrote this with JeVondair's permission to hijack Stheno for a bit! It helps that Stheno is almost as much apart of the Blint family as she is the JeVondair! Enjoy!)

Vahanian leaned against a large boulder as he watched some of his men spar and train. He puffed on his pipe as he studied the movements of his men, his mind calculating the next best strike for each opponent. He was good at that, good at anticipating fighters movements. He heard grass rustle a bit away from the fighting pit, he slightly and subtly shifted his weight and right as a young woman was about to jump out in an attempt to scare him he whipped around the edge of the boulder and grabbed her by the ear pulling her from shadows.

"OW! Uncle! Let go!" Stheno yelled at him. Vahanian grinned at the girl and pulled her into an embrace. "Little one." he said lovingly. "Your skills need work." She stuck her tongue out at him and Vahanian laughed, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. Stheno noticed and regained some semblance of seriousness. "You weren't just talking about today were you...?" She said meekly. Vahanian sighed and said "No Little One, I don't fault you for losing to Maura, she is one of the best fighters I've ever seen. What I fault you for is how you fought.." Stheno looked at him puzzled and he said "You weren't fighting to win, you were fighting to not lose. In the game of life play to win or don't play at all." She rolled her eyes at his old man wisdom and proverb. He chuckled a bit and then called out "Bartok, take her through forms 1 and 2" A mountain of a man jogged over, bowed low and said "Yes my liege. Come this way little lady." Stheno protested "Uncle, I know those forms like the back of my hand!"

Vahanian thought for a moment and said "Show me. Any blade you want, only use those forms, Score one touch on me." Stheno walked over to the weapon rack and selected her blade, Vahanian handed his cloak to Bartok and took his position in the middle of the pit, still smoking. Stheno asked "What weapon will you use?" Vahanian smiled and said "I'll borrow yours when you've finished with them." Stheno readied herself and Vahanian nodded to Bartok who called out "FIGHTERS.....BEGIN!"

Stheno charged forward and slashed at Vahanian he dodged and evaded her easily, spinning around the pit with the grace of a ballet dancer while Stheno fumbled a bit. She lunged and he spun and rapped her on the top of her head with his pipe. Her ears burned hot with embarrassment and she rushed again, swinging wildly and blindly. Vahanian feinted a kick to her knee and she moved to avoid it and he grabbed her, spun her with her own momentum and disarmed her. She landed in the sand on her back, He landed with his feet on the ground and her weapons in his hands. Nobody around the ring stirred. Vahanian tossed the weapons to Bartok and offered a hand to Stheno she took her, still embarrassed and he pulled her chin up to meet his eyes "Failure is growth, why did you lose?" She grumbled and said "Because you're better than me." Vahanian held her gaze and said "Yes, but that's not why you lost. You got emotional, and then you got reckless."

He stood and said to her, "Dawn, every morning forms 1 and 2 until Bartok says you're ready." She nodded and said "Yes Uncle..." The rest of her sentence unsaid, Vahanian finished her thought and said "I will deal with your mother. You focus on training."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 15 days, 1 hour, 43 minutes ago

Vahanian was walking through his camp distracted, his mind playing out the conversation he was inevitably going to have to have with Rania about how he not so gently put her on her ass in front of 60 trained soldiers.. While Stheno wasn't a landed noble, she was still the Oracle's daughter.. He winced as his mind played out the conversation in which more than one breakable object was flung and Rania's voice reached that shrill pitch that made Vahanian want to squeeze his eyes shut so hard they popped.. He'd only ever heard that pitch once and never wished to relive it.

"Maybe it won't be that bad.." he thought to himself.. and then the rational part of his mind kicked that thought into hell and said "Yes, and tygre-wolves make lovely house pets until they pee on your rug and eat your face while you sleep.." Vahanian sighed fiddling with his pipe as he entered his tent. Baldwin noticed his mood and offered him a cup of tea and said "Perhaps a letter would be best?" Vahanian almost shot tea out his nose and looked at Baldwin.

"I have no doubt that she would exact her revenge in some devilishly cruel way.. Perhaps cutting the groin out of all my trousers, or intentionally shrinking all my tunics in the wash... No i'll hand her this news face to face and pray that her array of pottery is not close at hand..."

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 14 days, 20 hours, 24 minutes ago

"Ogres took Alacrix?! And you allowed it?!" - Maura bellowed at her captain - "And why pick Alacrix of all the people, my hide would fetch a grander prize and my meat a grander meal. Same could be said about several of the other commanders here in Rueffilo."

"Grand Inquisitor, those appeared to be female ogres." - Captain Sophia explained calmly.

"Ah..." - Maura fell quiet, deep in thought - "... ogres too must have their needs."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 13 days, 3 hours, 26 minutes ago

Ch.2 Stheno's Lessons pt. 1

Vahanian walked around the training sands as Bartok and Stheno sparred, trading blows and scoring points from each fighter. Vahanian allowed himself a brief smile as he realized, Stheno was learning Bartok's fighting style and adjusting hers to beat it. "smart girl." he thought to himself. Stheno scored the final point and Baldwin called a halt to the match.

Vahanian walked out into the sands and said "Mind your footing little one, never sacrifice it for a killing stroke." He nudged her shoulder slightly and she tumbled into the sand and Vahanian grinned at her. He turned to Bartok and said "She's learning, take a rest." He turned and called out "Harrdun, you're up." Vahanian's son ambled onto the field and threw off his cloak. He was handsome, average height, sparkling blue eyes with flecks of green in them and the auburn hair that Vahanian had in his younger days. He was built the same way Vahanian was, a clear resemblance between the men. He muttered something under his breath and Vahanian raised an eyebrow at him. "Never underestimate her, or anyone, but especially her. I've taught her nearly everything she knows."

"That's because you were a father to someone who isn't kin." Harrdun muttered, a mixture of shame and fury rippled across Vahanian's face but he said nothing. He nodded to Baldwin who called the fighter's to their stances and ordered the match started. Vahanian barely watched it, wrestling the shame and fury, that was boiling in his gut, into submission was taking most of his attention. Bartok came over to him and looked as though he was about to try to console him, Vahanian muttered "Don't." and Bartok remained silent. Vahanian said "Fight them both, back alley techniques, they need to learn to not fight fair." Bartok nodded and picked up a cudgel and entered the ring. About 30 seconds alter both Stheno and Harrdun were in the sand moaning at the bruises that they would share tomorrow. Vahanian began to walk away before calling out "3 hours each day until they reach the bell." Vahanian nodded to a small brass bell that was staked to a post at the edge of the pit. Bartok nodded and readied himself and Vahanian left them to their training.

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Roleplay from Chubiske Von Weiss

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 10 days, 20 hours, 15 minutes ago

As one of the men was about to knock on the door, it opened. Long and rather large man came out from the cabin. "What is all this ruckus? Are we having another drinking competition already?" "No sir Chubiske, not this time, our spotter has spotted land ahead and I was about to call you to give us instructions how should we act next?" reported sailor. "Then there is no time to waste!" Chubiske grabbed his glaive from the cabin and rushed to ship's bow, holding on to his heavy glaive with one hand he rose it over his head and pointed it toward the land and yelled: "Start rowing your sloths we shall land today! Do not stop until our queen Tempress is stuck in land! If any of you dare to take it easy, I shall personally make you clean our boots for 3 weeks!" "Aye sir!" roared the men. "Row..Row..Row! Row till our rows break!" yelled the quartermaster. After hours of rowing, men were starting to get tired. Some of the men turned their head to see how far till the land, but they did not see the land, all they saw was captain, who even after hours was still holding his glaive as the way he had from the start. It was a battlecry for the men. They did not dare to stop now and be perform less than their lord. Suddenly large shock wave went through the ship. Chubiske lowered his glaive and said: "We are here you poor sods! After a year we have landed again on land. No more fish, now we eat real meat! Now clear the ship, it is time to give our old queen rightful goodbye." "As you command, captain!" After getting the supplies on the land, crew pushed Tempress back to the sea. After 10 minutes Chubiske drew his bow string and shot flaming arrow into the sail. He dropped the bow, put his left hand on the his chest and said: " It is time to say goodbyes old girl, as you guided us here go and guide our dead brothers to their final resting place. Go in peace Tempress!" after finishing his goodbyes Chubiske took his glaive and started moving inland to find a new home.

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Roleplay from Chubiske Von Weiss

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 10 days, 5 hours, 1 minute ago

Moving more into inland, Chubiske soon found large farm fields and local villages. He stopped in one of the village inns, in order to order some warm food and ale for himself and his crew. As Chubiske was sitting down, he took out his ink and piece of paper to write to the local lord. "Here is what you ordered, my lords." As the waiter was turning around Chubiske said: "Wait" waiter stopped and was shivering a bit "I have a question for you. What is the name of your lord?" Waiter sighed with relief and turned around "Count Boltgan Starck, sir." "Thank you, for answering." said Chubiske. "My lord, women are nice here, why won't we take fe..." as one of the crew members was about to finish his sentence Chubiske hit the table with his fist so hard that it shook the whole inn. "One more word and you will end up as woman!" Man who said that, instantly was covered in fear, as he knew his lord was not kidding around. "I am sorr..." "Get out! Now!" ordered Chubiske "Yes my lord!" Man stood up and left the inn as fast as he could. "Quartermaster go punish the fool, I will not have kidnappers and rapists in my company. He may keep his manhood for now, but if he dares to fight back cut it off!" "As you wish sir." Chubiske took few deep breaths to calm down and then continued to write his letter to local lord.

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Roleplay from Boltgan Starck

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 9 days, 10 hours, 17 minutes ago

During a morning walk contemplating the motte and bailey of Avengmil, the Count Boltgan received a letter with the seal of a noble family unknown to him. Once he finished reading it, the Count said loudly with some surprise. "A young knight named Chubiske wants to set in Cjelegy!... this has not happened for a long time." Then the Count began to retreat to the main watchtower of the wall. "Definitely will be interesting to meet him" - Count Boltgan thought as he entered the watchtower.

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Roleplay from Chubiske Von Weiss

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 8 days, 20 hours, 17 minutes ago

After 2 days Chubiske had finally made it to Avengmil, from small letter exchange between himself and his lord Boltgan, he was informed that lord Boltgan was currently in Avengmil and more specifically in it's main defences' tower. However due to being completely new to the surroundings Chubiske had no idea where such tower might be. Thus all he had left was to ask from the locals about the local towers. After a while asking around in the local town. All he was told that the tower lays between the town of Avengmil and old ruins of Ardford, so he had no other choice to travel toward the old ruins. After few hours of marching there it was rather rundown old tower. On the top of the tower there flew 3 flag, at the top of highest pole flew Obia'Syela flag, below it was duchy's flag and local lady's flag flew on the 2 sides of the tower. Guards defending the tower entrance were in shook when they saw, to their eyes a giant had appeared before them. One of the guards whispered to other: "Is that what you call mythical creature cyclops?" "No you fool, Cyclops does not wear an eyepatch!" shouted the other. "Ohoo, I am a cyclops now am I? asked Chubiske in front of the two, now deeply in fear guard. One of the guards, with fear still in his eyes, took a deep breath and then asked: "What is you business here? Only military personnel allowed!" "I am Knight of Count Boltgan. Leader of Tempress crew and hail from noble family Von Weiss. My birth name is Chubiske Von Weiss, named after my great grandfather who was know as a great warrior, once killing a bear unarmed! If you do not believe me, here is my family's seal and personal letter from Count Boltgan Starck. Unless you two are interested in a duel with a cyclops, in which I happily fight both of you. Otherwise I would like to see lord Boltgan."The soldiers looked at the seal on the letter and the seal which Chubiske handed to them. After a while one of the guards said: "Sir, we apologize for our rudeness before, these seals are clearly real, as their quality is outstanding. However I must request that your retinue stay outside while you are visit the tower. It is nothing more than orders from highers." "Very well. Men you are released from duty until I return, you may wait me here or in the inn that we passed before. However quartermaster, should we have same problems as yesterday, you are free to punish them as you see fit!" After finishing his orders, Chubiske took his glaive supporting 1/3 with his right shoulder while 2/3 with his right hand and stepped inside to finally meet with his new lord, Count Boltgan.

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Roleplay from Boltgan Starck

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 8 days, 14 hours, 27 minutes ago

The Count Boltgan was reviewing Cjelegy's income and expenditures for the next tax collection. He had recently recruited a considerable militia to defend his region. Necessary after a large horde ravaged it and tried to turn the region into rogue. Suddenly a small tumult is heard outside. The sound of a heavy walking was followed by the appearance of a tall warrior. His youth counteracts with his eyepatch. A huge glaive lies on her shoulder while a hand holds her.

"You're finally here, do not take it the wrong way, but you're not what I imagined you to be." - said Boltgan while trying not to stare much his eyepatch. "Take a seat, make yourself comfortable." - He said indicating to Knight Chubiske a chair. "Some Gryphon's Blood (red wine)?" - Boltgan offered him. "Seems you want to tell me something."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 8 days, 1 hour, 28 minutes ago

Vahanian stood by and watched Harrdun and Stheno rush at Bartok and try to reach the brass bell behind him, they failed. Bartok was tall and strong, but deceptively quick. Vahanian had been watching them go at this for 2 weeks. He shouted "Enough!" anger seeping through his voice, he strode out onto the sands and stared at his two charges. "You've yet to grasp the point of this exercise, and that is why you fail! Stop blindly attacking and think. The stronger swordsmen doesn't win, the smarter one does!"

Harddun's eyes lit with rebellion and he grumbled "Easy for you to say old man, you don't work at this each day." Vahanian surpressed the fury quickly and said "Bartok hold nothing back." Bartok nodded and readied himself.

Vahanian approached him and readied himself and Baldwin shouted the start command. Bartok didn't hesitate and launched himself at Vahanian, who sidestepped and fired a kick at Bartok's knee, Bartok blocked it spinning Vahanian, who allowed the spin to happen and use the momentum to coil and snap out another kick aimed at Bartok's chest, his foot connected with power and speed enough to knock Bartok off his feet and the wind from his lungs. The man lay gasping on the ground as Vahanian strode over and rung the bell.

Harrdun wasn't convinced, he grumbled out "Loyalty of everyone but family.. typical" Vahanian walked over to his son and let loose with a backhand that made an audible crack as he struck his son's face. Harrdun went sprawling in the sand spitting out blood and phlegm. His eyes snapped to his father with furious rebellions burning through them. Vahanian stared down at his son and said "You think I am a disappointing father. You're mad I wasn't there for you while you were growing up. We get it. Your point has been made. Now what are you going to do about it? Keep whining like a petulant child or grow up and act? You think you can lead this family better than I? Then take your shot boy."

Bartok had recovered and Baldwin had inched closer and closer. Stheno looked from son to father with worry and anticipation on her face. Harrdun had become her friend, her training partner, but Vahanian was family to her. He'd been the closest thing to father she'd ever known.

Harrdun stood and with surprising speed drew his sword and slashed at Vahanian who brought up his arm and the sound of steel clanged through the training ground as his dagger blocked the sword. The three spectators moved forward and Vahanian called out "Nobody move! Nobody interferes." His tone brokered no argument and he pushed back against the sword readying himself.

"Come boy, kill me if you can." In what can only be described as an emotion fueled aggressive attack and a technically perfect, masterful defense, father and son fought. Harrdun was strong, spurred by his emotion and anger, Vahanian was calm, and experienced. In a matter of moments the fight was over. Harrdun overextended himself with a lunge and Vahanian cut his arm, not deeply, but enough to loosen the boy's grip on the blade and then he punched the wound, causing Harrdun to drop the blade. Vahanian grabbed Harrdun's throat and swept his legs from under him, landing with his knee on his chest and his dagger at his throat.

"Yield. You live because I allowed it." Harrdun nodded his submission and Vahanian didn't move yet. "I don't care if you don't like me. I don't care if you hate me. You think your hatred makes you stronger? Fine. But if you ever question me like that again, I will kill you. I am trying to teach you something. But you're either too stupid or too arrogant to see that. If you can't abide my training, leave. I will find someone else to train with her." He nodded to Stheno. "We all get it. You hate that I was more of a father to her than you. Fine. But she's been more of a child to me than you. She's learned when to listen. She knows how to show respect, and she understands that sometimes gratitude will get you further than mouthing off."

Vahanian stood and let Harrdun up. He said "Take the rest of the day. You start again at dawn. Or not. But if you don't show up tomorrow, you never show up here again. Either accept my training or renounce my name." With that Vahanian strode off the training ground leaving the rest stunned and silent.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 7 days, 19 hours, 4 minutes ago

In the shadow of Basilica one could think that Rines was a levelled city - a peculiar illusion. In truth the city was full of high towers, tall spires and all sorts of elevated buildings. Grand Inquisitor enjoyed one such vantage point, beholding a training yard about three hundred feet away and four stories below her current level; the figures placed upon the arena could hardly be identified if she didn't know their identity in advance... in that regard she also enjoyed being the Grand Inquisitor. It wasn't that she ment to hide or had to observe from afar - she simply didn't want to intrude, especially not after the ordeal with young Stheno.

The big man - apparently one of Vahanian's retinue - schooled two smaller figures: Stheno - one of the main reasons she observed the spectacle, and a boy - a young member of house Blint. There - she thought as she saw Vahanian step in to instruct... nay - to illustrate how it should be done. Even with the advantage of perspective she could just barely keep up with the flow of the battle and sneer knowingly just a split second before the final blow happened. She could almost swear she heard the kick connect, even from this far.

The old wolf certainly still has it in him, he could... oh - she lost her stream of thought as young Blint fell to the ground from Grand Templar's blow. Maura leaned forward, she knew it wasn't unrestrained temper or deliberate punishment, no she didn't knew Vahanian to the core, but she knew him enough to know what it was - a challange; or more preciesly - an incitement of one. Even though she knew the young pup doesn't stand a chance, she was somehow more fascinated by this fight than by the last one.

The boy attacked with blind rage - a mistake - not that it mattered, old Blint would prevail through sheer force of experience even if the boy did everything perfect. Several swings in the air, several sparks of steel on steel and there - the boy was on the ground and at his opponent's mercy. Vahanian's canines flashed as he spoke something that elicited submission from his opponent.

The crest - Maura almost shouted in her mind - the coat of arms. She suddenly understood the wolf in the Blint family heraldry, the comparison was now apparent and the paralleles started to sprout in her mind faster than she could count them. You may find alliance, kinship, even loyalty in the pack of wolves, much less oftenly love and indulgence - she thought - a weak wolf is a liability to himself and to the entire pack. A tiny smile would've crept up on her face if it was not her face, trained to remain untelling, always.

As the alpha left the arena the pack remained in that meaningful kind of stillness. She watched him stride the cobblestones a while longer until he disappeared from her view as well. Watching the troubled figures in the distance she let out a sigh - part envious part wistful - and quickly looked to see if anyone was there to spot it.

There wasn't.

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Roleplay from Chubiske Von Weiss

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 7 days, 2 hours, 45 minutes ago

As Chubiske entered the room, he quickly found man sitting behind table looking surprised. As Chubiske was offered a chair to sit on, he left his glaive next to the door and sat on the chair in front of him. As he sat on the chair Count Boltgan offered some wine to him. "I'll gladly have bit of wine, as it has been long time since I had time to enjoy some quality wine." As Chubiske tasted the wine, he noticed how Count Boltgan could not look away from his eye patch. Instead keeping to himself, he raised his eye patch with his free hand, showing the empty eye socket and lot's of scars around it. "It has been at least 10 years since I lost my eye and got these scars. If it is fine with your Lord Boltgan, I wouldn't mind sharing the story on another day, as it has been a while since I had chance to share it. However today I mostly came to meet with my liege and give you my vows of loyalty. After this I shall travel further south to aide our allies in fight against the forces of evil." After Chubiske had finished his sentence, he stood up, took the chair he sat on and lifted it up to place it further away. After doing that he pushed one of his knees down to hard wooden floor while supporting his upper body on his another knee. After in position Chubiske said: "In the name of Von Weiss family, I Chubiske Von Weiss, second son of Izain, vow on this day to protect lands, honour and house of Count Boltgan Starck, until you are my lord I shall not allow any to harm your life . Your enemies shall be my enemies. I vow this pledge of loyalty on the honour of my name and my house!"

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 7 days, 1 hour, 19 minutes ago

Vahanian sat atop a boulder leaning against an even larger bolder smoking his pipe, the sun was setting and Vahanian watched it begin to dip below the horizon. Stheno climbed up beside him, but sat across from him. She looked troubled. Vahanian waited silently, she would speak when ready and pressing her wouldn't expedite that.

"...Uncle...I..." Stheno looked as though she couldn't find the words and Vahanian could see tears starting to well up in her eyes, he placed a hand gently on her ankle and said "Take your time little one." A single tear leaked down her cheek at his touch and voice, in that moment Vahanian's heart shattered as it had many times before. He longed to reach out to her, pull her into a loving embrace and cast away whatever was troubling her mind. He almost gave in to his initial reaction, but hesitated, and knew that she needed to speak first.

"Is Harrdun.. my f-....f-....fault?" she managed to mutter, quickly wiping the tear from her cheek, but not yet brave enough to look him in the eye. Vahanian said gently "Why are on earth would you think that?" Stheno didn't hide the tears that streaked down her cheeks now, her voice trembling, but still her own. "He hates you, because you were with me, protecting me.. if I hadn't been helpless, you'd have a son who loves you.. it's my fault.. If i'd never been born-" Vahanian didn't let her finish the sentence, he pulled her into his chest and hugged her as a father would his daughter and whispered. "It was nothing you did." She sobbed into his chest, her tiny body convulsing against his form. He held her and let her cry.

She took a deep breath, wiped the snot and tears from her face and looked up at him with red eyes and a quivering lip. "Little one, it was my choice and mine alone. I have to live with it and so does Harrdun. It is not your fault." She looked as if she was about to protest and Vahanian said "If you'd never been born, I still might not have been the father I should have to him. Before you, before your mother, I was a nomad. Lost. The one good thing in my life had been ripped away from me and I didn't know how to come back from that. You showed me how, Little One. I may have been your protector, but you saved me. Never forget that." She hugged him again, trying to convey all her emotions through one embrace and Vahanian hugged her back.

"Go now, Little One, go clean up, rest, you have training in a few hours.." She nodded and jumped off the rock and sprinted away.

A few moments later Vahanian blew out a puff of smoke and said "Don't skulk in the shadows, come on out and say your piece." Harrdun emerged from behind the cluster of rocks Vahanian sat on. He climbed up a smaller one and stood a bit apart from his father. "Was all that true?" Harrdun asked. Vahanian nearly leveled the boy with a stare. "I would not lie to her about that for your benefit. The fact of the matter is, she means more to me right now than you do." Before Harrdun could speak, Vahanian continued "And that is not a reflection on you as a son, but rather me as a father. I know her. I practically raised her. I sired you, but wasn't around for your childhood. A fact I will eternally regret. But because she means more to me, doesn't mean I love you less. You will always be my flesh and blood and she never will. But that doesn't mean she isn't family to me." Harrdun didn't know how to respond, he just stood there silent, stunned.

"Look, I know you had a rough childhood without me around. Ours is not an easily family to be born into. But however tough you think you had it, she had it worse. I guarantee it. So don't you dare blame her for any of your hardships." Harrdun still stood stunned, finally after a few moments, mustered the energy to speak and said "You meant it when you said you loved me." Vahanian nodded and said "I did."

Harrdun replied, "But you also were serious when you said you'd kill me." Vahanian nodded, somber and said "I was." "Why?" Harrdun asked. Vahanian looked at his son and said "The lone wolf dies but the pack survives." He let that hang between them for a moment. "You're my son, but you're not a Blint. Not yet at least. You need to earn the right to be apart of our family. Nothing is Given, Everything is Earned. Those are our words, and you will learn their meaning before taking my name. Or you won't."

Vahanian stood and left his son on the rocks to contemplate what he'd heard.

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Roleplay from Jessica Gildre

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 5 days, 13 hours, 43 minutes ago

Jessica could feel the blood pounding in her temples, and a red hot heat rising in her face, as she read the letter. A single drop of blood ran down her hand and found its final resting place upon the parchment, her nails cutting her hands from the fury of her grip.

Rage consumed her face, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as she ripped the letter in two.

"By Obeah!" Bryant exclaimed, leaping back from her sudden outburst, "What has happened m'Lady?!"

Jessica breathed heavily, calming herself. Blood covered her palm. She tried to secure her fire red hair with her unwounded hand and gain some sort of composure.

The absolute blasphemy, she thought. She motioned for something to write with, and a servant hustled over with a piece of parchement and a quill. She scribbled four words, and handed it to Bryant without a glance, storming from the room.

Bryant looked down at the note.

Grand Templar. Diplomats. NOW.

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Roleplay from Antonia Fitz Roberts

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 5 days, 5 hours, 57 minutes ago

Antonia rushed through the corridors of the Basilica, constantly mouthing ‘bugger, bugger, oh bugger it!!!’ More than one servant was knocked over as she pushed past, one girl clattering off a balcony into the canal below.

‘Oh, sorry!!!’ Antonia called over her shoulder, not bothering to check whether she was okay.

At last she reached the door to the ante-chamber of the Oracle’s inner sanctum and stopped for a moment, her hands on her knees, breathing heavily

‘Vice Marshal…’ she gasped, ‘come on old girl, breathe, Vice Marshal Antonia to see Her Holiness. I apologise for my tardiness, but getting stabbed in the very recent past really wrecks your fitness, you know’

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 5 days, 3 hours, 59 minutes ago

Baldwin moved through the streets of Rines and some of the neighborhoods of lesser repute, he moved with confidence and without fear. Mostly people who would accost him immediately backed down when seeing the sigil of office on his shoulder and/or his face. Being recognized as the Grand Templar's right hand had its perks. He found the estate he was looking for and with some quick words to the guards at the gate was admitted. He waited for Sir Ferdinand's house staff to announce him and then waited still while the young lord prepared himself.

Baldwin despised the niceties of nobility but would suffer through them when representing his master's interests. Sir Ferdinand opened the door to his solar and stepped out. Almost immediately recognizing Baldwin Sir Ferdinand looked as though he was about to speak. Baldwin held up a hand and said "Not here, young master. We will go to him if you're ready." He turned on his heels and led Ferdinand through the city back to the Templar Nexus. The two men wound down the descending stair into the heart of the city's underground.

Vahanian sat in the Hall of the High Templar, alone. Smoking his pipe he waited. Baldwin led Ferdinand into the hall and Vahanian nodded to his man. "The doors Baldwin, I wish for our conversation to be undisturbed." Baldwin bowed low and Vahanian offered Ferdinand a seat. The man looked a bit overwhelmed, but in a way that was the point.

"Welcome home, my friend. Tell me, how was the journey?"

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Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 4 days, 23 hours, 45 minutes ago

"Welcome home, my friend. Tell me, how was the journey?"

The honourable templar sat unfazed by his surroundings. Slowly puffing on his pipe, small clouds of smoke left his mouth and slowly rose out of sight. While Ferdinand had been in such surroundings before, it was practical elements of such ornaments that the Grey Knight practiced.

"The journey overall took far longer than expected if I am going to be fair. While the mission itself was a success, I spent my fare share of hard nights in beds which were hastily made either in a run down Inn or out in the wilderness."

Sitting down opposite the Templar, Ferdinand continued:

"Baldwin found me with ease, which I am grateful for. I am glad that I can sleep tonight without having to be on edge for a horde to scar the paths of which I must tred for days to come not and to kill me in the middle of the night."

Putting a hand to his chin and stroked his untamed beard, which had grown substantially since his last visit to Rines, the urge to cut it off had grown substantially in the last few days and became a great priority in the evening to come.

Focussing on the Grand Templar, Ferdinand finished his account:

"However, through all my difficulties, Obeah has guided me well. I believe that she was looking over us as we carried out her will. Could you assist me on two counts friend? First, while I have been briefed on the situation regarding the realm in the recent month, I would like to hear your account of events. Second, over our brief correspondence the last month, you seemed to have a topic that you could only speak of in person. What was this?"

Ferdinand leaned back in his chair and listened keenly to the conversation to come.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 4 days, 22 hours, 53 minutes ago

Vahanian hid his pleasure well, but underneath his mask he was grinning from ear to ear at his young charge. Efficient report and right to the point, laying out his desires as if they were part of the plan. It was exactly how he would have done it were their roles reversed.

"I am sure her eye was always on you. In terms of what has transpired in recent months, much. Through Obeah's work by the Oracle's hand the Holy Basilica is emitting a steady beam of Her light. We have conquered the southern expanse and are making preparations to fortify it as well as the rest of our regions. Two former Grand Inquisitors have been...disposed of... in one form or another." Vahanian paused for a moment to inhale more of the smoky sweet tobacco he burned in his pipe.

"Yes, I did have a matter I want to discuss with you, that is best done in person. Marshal Maura will be stepping down from her position as Marshal of the army. Vice-Marshal Antonia will take her place. Marshal Maura is stepping down with full honors and the support of this chamber." He said gesturing to the hall where the two men sat. "Antonia will be looking for a new Vice-Marshal, I want that to be you. Make no mistake, this will be a test, and your future depends on how you perform during this test."

Vahanian intentionally left the open-ended statement a bit ominous. Here sat before him, one of the most dedicated men he's known in a long time, and he wanted to see what he'd do when his fate and future were ripped from his hands.

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Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 4 days, 19 hours, 27 minutes ago

The open ended statement left a ominous feel to the air. A man that he saw as close to a tutor and guide in his time in Obia'Syela sat across from him with a challenge that he did not expect. Initially throwing him, Ferdinand began to gather his thoughts.

Ferdinand sat in thought as more smoke from the pipe filled the small area of the room of which they sat for a few moments - watching the smoke rise above them and away into corners where the light did not shine. While Ferdinand never smoked, he didn't shy away from the smell of the tobacco.

"Grand Templar. I must humbly show gratitude for such a declaration and offer. It is something I never would of expected."

With that, Ferdinand bowed his head and then continued:

"First and foremost, I am a Grey Knight of Obeah. Whether my sword is needed or my mind, I am prepared to serve to my full capacity. Some may say that my nature is zealous and direct. It is perhaps not showing correct etiquette. However, my commitment to the cause and our religion cannot be questioned. Hence, without hesitation, Grand Templar, I accept your offer and will demonstrate to you my capabilities to lead Obeahs army's as a Grey Knight should."

As soon as the last words left his lips, Ferdinand went down on one knee infront of the Grand Templar and bowed his head once again.

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Roleplay from Maura Arnickles Renodin

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 4 days, 19 hours, 13 minutes ago

(OOC: Disclaimer - strong language. Cursewords.)

Small lantern enlighted Maura's bedside table as she scribbled messages. She would never entrust a scribe with Grand Council letters - paranoia was always one of the Inquisitor's tools of trade. She hesitated a bit, thinking about the contents and looked anxiously at the empty space in the corner of her bedchamber. There was no blue dress; the first thing she saw was an outstretched bloody palm and a dark-haired shape of avarge height. She waved it aside. The next thing that appeared was a disturbing daimonic mask, covering something that would likely prove to be even more disturbing, whatever it was. Another wave of hand dismissed that counselor as well. A gloomy tome promissed answers, but not the ones she sought. Finally a flash of empty, soulless eyes announced the visitor and glee of inhumane pleasure filled the room. The image could almost be seen, the voice could almost be heard.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, that blue dress, kid. To a hungry man lack of an apple is more obvious than an apple. The hell do you torture yourself for?! You have me for that!

The filth of that self-satisfied grin would not be scrubbed away by a wagon of soap and an ocean of water.

Seriously now - he was on the bed, sprawled like a cat - you know what to write. Why do you need me for?

The half-shut eyes of Grand Inquisitor tore into the parchment - wrathful, impatient - her tongue produced no words however, for mares of the night are frightful creatures and quick to flight.

Or perhaps you know too well, and you don't want to admit it? - he cackled and upped his pitch by an octave - oh no, the Earl did it! - then dropped the act with a laugh - if you tried to appear less like her you would quickly recognize how much more like me you really are.

He was by the window, bowing ceremonially - Very well, you know me, happy to serve. Where do we start?

He pointed at the letter - You know how it goes: first you take away something superficial, say - confidence, you make them think that's all... but there's more - He was sitting on the bedside table - then you lull them into the false sense of security by taking away their food and water, perhaps the light of day, make them think that's all - he was leaning forward, speaking seductively, moaning every odd word - then you up the ante and take away something personal, like a thumb. Shock! All things crumble, how can I not have it?! Certainly that's all, that's the worst it could get, isn't it? Isn't it, love?... he he he.

He was behind Maura, whispering in her ear:

But there is more, you and I we know it intimately - it is a war of imaginations - there is always more.

The sharp set of teeth on her earlobe could almost be felt the second before she shot up from her chair. Standing straight she screamed, her eyes still half-shut:

"The fat lot good it did you! Daimon of Vorstadt. What a joke! You ain't no daimon, you ain't nothing anymore, you dead f*ck. And I, here! I am Grand! F***ing! Inquisitor!"

Yelling out the last of sounds she was certain he would not be there, once she opened her eyes, but he was. His lips were not moving, yet the words were somehow there, not coming from the almighty sneer of the hellish Earl, rather from somewhere within:

"Yes, you came so very far from the kennels... tell me, when you dream of me, and I know you do... do you still growl?"

She tossed a jar of ink right at his smug face, her aim was never good but that time the projectile flew right to it's target and... passed through it, shattering on the wall.

Figments of imagination, however real, are always incorporeal.

"M'Lady? Do you need anything?" - a startled voice of a servant rung outside her bedchamber.

"N-no, stay out!" - Maura growled - "Wait! A new jar of ink. Swiftly."

"And a new servant" - she thought to herself, knowing that this one heard way too much.

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Roleplay from Rania Eastersand JeVondair

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 1 day, 23 hours, 35 minutes ago

Today Rania was not in the Solarium. As with most of her days, she spent them in court addressing the concerns of the citizenry and reassuring them that their faith would one day be rewarded. Rines, though mighty, was kept on minimum rations by necessity. It was difficult enough to keep morale high due to the constant rogue attacks on the city, but even more so when the captial's inhabitants suffered from hunger. Indeed, the only thing that kept Rines from rebelling was the constant and personal attention of the Oracle.

So, instead of the royal apartments above, Antonia was directed to an office in one of the bayside towers of the Basillica that Rania used to administer her domain. Blue-robed Paladins escorted the warrior woman into the Oracle's presence, admitting her into the office and closing the door behind her. Instinctively, Antonia appraised her surroundings. In an instant, it was clear that Rania herself had little to do with the decoration. Where most of the Basillica was spartan and pristine, this office was anything but. Flowering plants hung from the walls, sweetening the air with their blossoms. Scrolls with arcane symbols occupied the same tablespace as legislative agendas from the courts. A single ash tray, no doubt an accomodation for the Grand Templar, sat upon small table next to a decanter filled with something dark and sumptuously red. D'Haran bloodmoon wine, no doubt imported from Port Raviel. Floor to ceiling windows admitted to a balcony overlooking the bay and the hustle and bustle below where all manner of folk could be seen streaming to and from the Basilica in a living river. Heavy, sumptuously stuffed leather-bound chairs allowed for seating, the greatest of which was situated behind a massive and ornately wrought desk with wood stained so dark with age that it surely predated the founding of Obia'Syela itself. In the back of her mind, Antonia wondered if she wasn't standing in the former offices of some senator or higher-up from fallen Riombara, but her wandering mind snapped back to when her host arrived behind her.

"Thank you for coming, Antonia. Especially on such short notice. I understand that the campaigns in the south have consumed a great amount of your time." The Oracle sat behind the desk and gestured for Antonia to take a seat. "I have asked you here with specific purpose, of course, but first I'd like your opinion on the current state of the Enlightenment now that Grehk has been taken. Your brutally honest opinion, please, as though you were speaking to the Grand Templar. I was a general myself, in years past, and I've no need of honeyed words."

Before Antonia replied, a thought struck her: The Oracle had dropped the royal "We." She'd also neglected to use Antonia's title, both of which, she realized, was a first. Meeting's with the Oracle were rare enough, but informal ones were virtually unheard of and offered to a very select few. As such, these waters were entirely new to Antonia, and she wondered not for the first time what the Oracle's intent was behind summoning her here...

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 1 day, 22 hours, 34 minutes ago

Vahanian's interest peaked when Ferdinand took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Good, not as rash as I would have thought at his age." He thought to himself.

When Ferdinand dropped to a knee in a position of submission and fealty, Vahanian stood and said "Rise." He waited for his charge to stand and then took full measure of the man. "Walk with me, Marshal." Vahanian put an inflection on the word Marshal, there was a tone of approval in his voice.

The two men wandered the halls of the Nexus, discussing intricate details of Ferdinand's journey abroad. Vahanian was simultaneously playing back the conversation they'd had in the private chamber in his mind. Vahanian stopped and said "Your dedication to this order is absolute, that has never been a question, neither has your devotion to the faith. But I must caution you. There is a fine line between a pious zealot, and blind devotion. I offer this council, Live by Her word, not for it." Vahanian paused and took a breath.

"I was not always a man of faith. In fact for a time when I first arrive in the Sacred Realm, the gift of faith was one I had not received. I have always been a man that believes in what he sees and what I can touch. Until Obeah deemed it necessary to show me something...personal.. I did not take her word as law. I haven't changed all that much, but don't mistake my words. I believe in Obeah, I believe in her word, and her hand. But most of why I believe in Obeah stems from my belief in the Oracle. I've known her for many years, had I not seen her do some of the things she's done I'd not believe them." He paused again and thought for a moment before continuing on.

"Just as I do with each law, I read each sermon carefully. Weighing the words of the pious and preachers against what I know to be true. There have been false priests before, Goriad the betrayer is an example of that. So again, I caution you. Listen for the word of Obeah, but do not take the world to be black and white. It is very much every shade of grey." Vahanian placed a hand on Ferdinand's shoulder and squeezed gently. An unusual sign of affection from the Grand Templar.

"I must take my leave, but we will speak much more in the coming weeks." With that, Vahanian turned and left Ferdinand alone in the Nexus. He was walking up the winding stair with Baldwin who asked "My Lord, why share so much of your history with the young Marshal?" Vahanian chuckled and said "What did I teach you about a good chess player, Baldwin?" Vahanian's oldest friend said "A good chess player plays 3 moves ahead..?" Vahanian nodded and said "He does, but a great chess player only plays 1 move ahead, but it's always the right move." Baldwin nodded for a moment as if he understood before saying "Am I to understand what you meant by that?" Vahanian laughed and said "No."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (30 recipients) - 1 day, 22 hours, 4 minutes ago

After his meeting with Ferdinand, Vahanian strode onto the sands of the private training grounds in the Basilica courtyard. Stheno and Harrdun were warming up and stretching, Baldwin took Vahanian cloak and stood off to the side, Bartok was going through a sword form alone, using a two handed blade in one hand. Vahanian waited for Bartok to finish his form, the man did hate leaving tasks unfinished. "Bartok." Vahanian commanded. The man grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow and jogged over to Vahanian. Vahanian said "Who is the better fighter?" nodding to Stheno and Harrdun. Bartok sighed and said "He is stronger, but she understands fighting better than he does, it makes sense to her, and she's faster but she lacks confidence."

Vahanian nodded and said, "Keep score, privately." Bartok nodded and Vahanian called Harrdun and Stheno over. "Harrdun, pick a weapon, we spar." Harrdun didn't say a word and picked a weapon he favored and readied himself. Vahanian picked up the same sword and took his stance, before they began he looked at Stheno and said "Count the mistakes we make." She nodded and sat in the sand facing them.

Vahanian nodded to Bartok who called the match to a start and Vahanian launched an aggressive attack. Harrdun was caught off guard and barely got a defense up in time. In a matter of seconds Harrdun was on the ground and yielded. Vahanian commanded "Again." This time he switched weapons to a scimitar. Harrdun launched the attack this time, but Vahanian was ready. He won the match again easily. Twice more after that the two men sparred. Each time Vahanian picked a new weapon, each putting him at more of a disadvantage, and each time we emerged victorious.

Stheno gave a short summary of the biggest mistakes she saw and Vahanian looked to Bartok who nodded and added on several of his own. Harrdun was starting to steam with anger. Vahanian looked at him and said "Swap with Stheno, score our matches." He sat still fuming. Vahanian let Stheno pick her weapon and he chose a whip chain. They began and she held her own, for a time. Using her speed to her advantage. Then when Vahanian rushed inwards with a ranged weapon she got confused and lost her footing. He helped her up when she yielded and he turned to Harrdun. "What was her biggest mistake?" He faltered realizing he hadn't been paying attention to the fight, but was reliving his own in his mind. Vahanian looked at him and simply said "Think on failure enough to learn why you failed. Then move on. Dwelling on it any longer will only be detrimental." Harrdun swallowed his retort and nodded. Vahanian placed his weapon back on the rack and motioned for Bartok to continue their training.

Vahanian glanced upwards and thought he caught a glimpse of Rania leaning over her balcony, watching her daughter train with him. But she was gone in an instant, and Vahanian wasn't even sure she'd really been there..

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Roleplay from Antonia Fitz Roberts

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 1 day, 3 hours, 41 minutes ago

Antonia took the proffered seat, wincing. Her side still hurt from the duel. She knew that she shouldn’t be aggravating it, but her duty always came first. She pondered the Oracle’s words for a while, as she was a bit confused, before deciding to honour the Oracle’s request and be blunt. It felt odd at first, and then she grew more and more comfortable in speaking her mind, as she was wont to do with most others that she met

‘I presume you mean Iombro? Grehk is still ruled by the anarchists. Honestly, I think we might be overstretching ourselves if we aim to take any land west of Grehk. I think also that we need to get back to a time when the army was more responsive, we have had too many people failing to comply or being too slow in response. I am tired of having my cousin boast of the effectiveness of Perleone’s army. He’s an irksome little sod and as I am too far away to knock him on his skinny little arse, having a better army than him will have to do. I am also getting fed up of whiners in the realm, in particular His Grace Erheas D’Este. Either take an active role and help provide solutions, rather than passive aggressive “ooo, I wouldn’t have done it like that”, or shut the hell up. If he weren’t my social superior, if I met him in person I’d probably punch him until he resembled the meat in a butcher’s window.’

Antonia, deciding to test just how informal the Oracle was willing to be, leaned back in her chair in a very relaxed manner, gazing about the room. ‘I love the décor. Not quite on a level of my own apartments, but we could almost be sitting in the study of a Fitz Roberts. Did you select the furnishing’s yourself? Sorry, I’ve gone off on a tangent, I do that a lot. I hope that you can forgive me, Your Eminence’ Antonia added the last word on the end just in case she had gone too far. However, it was quite difficult to concentrate under the gaze of the older woman. When she had seen the Oracle in more formal settings, she had been too struck by awe and majesty to notice, but now she was beginning to notice the woman in front of her and realizing she liked what she saw. She snapped out of such thoughts, for they were surely blasphemous. She hoped that the Oracle hadn’t caught her staring.

‘What was it that you wanted to see me about, Your Eminence?’ Antonia asked, trying to avoid the Oracle’s stare

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

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Vahanian was walking around the training grounds of the Basilica with Stheno and Harrdun, when the air changed. There was some violet lightening crackling around the pillar of light from the Basilica's peak. Vahanian stopped mid-sentence, instinctively dropping his weight and entering a ready stance, hand on the hilt of his blade.

"...Uncle?" Stheno said, her head in her hands, her voice shaky. To his credit, and Vahanian's pride, Harrdun had followed suit, and was covering Vahanian's back. Hand on blade. He said "Where do you need me?" If Vahanian wasn't so concerned with Stheno's safety, tears might have welled in his eyes from pride. However, his concern didn't stop his chest from swelling, and his eyes shinning with pride and approval. Harrdun noticed, and his features softened for a moment. Receptive to the moment father and son were sharing.

Vahanian said "Find Bartok, tell him it's time and I need the Legion in the Basilica. Then find Baldwin. Command of the Legion is his until I return. After those are accomplished. I need you at the estate. My study, top drawer on the left. False panel in the bottom of the drawer. Bring me what you find. If you are stopped or harassed on the way, use lethal action if you need be. But hurry." Harrdun nodded and sprinted off to do as he was bade. Vahanian moved through the courtyard towards the Basilica-proper. Bartok met him with Vahanian's 40 soldiers. The Templar Legion.

Vahanian looked at the man and said. "You have the foyer, Baldwin comes with me. Search everyone that enters." Ever the soldier and man of action, Bartok nodded and saluted. Directing the soldiers. Vahanian turned to Stheno who was still shaky, and looked into her eyes. "Uncle.. what is it? You're scaring me." Vahanian stared deep into his charge's eyes, his own hazel eyes reading everything he saw. He wished his eyes weren't matching what his gut was telling him. Something was coming.

"Come Little One, we must find the Oracle." Vahanian ascended the Basilica steps two at a time, Stheno hard on his heels. He arrived at the private office the Oracle was in, he hated interrupting her meetings, it was disrespectful. But this was important. The blue veiled paladins blocked his passage and he placed a hand on his sword-hilt. "You know me?" he asked them. They nodded their affirmation. "Then step aside or die. It will be regrettable to kill Paladins in the Basilica, but do not think my faith will prevent it." Stheno stepped from behind Vahanian and placed a hand on his forearm. Through his tunic she could feel the knotted muscles of a tensed warrior ready to cut down the obstacle in his path. She said "Uncle.." Then looked at the paladins and said "You know me?" They nodded once more and she continued. "I must see my mother, step aside by order of the Oracle." The paladins stiffened and withdrew their halberds barring Vahanian and Stheno's passage.

Vahanian burst into the office and said "Oracle, please forgive the intrusion, I would not make it were it not important. But something's changed..." His voice clearly distressed and his other senses on high alert, he scanned the room with ruthless efficiency. Identifying Antonia, but paying her no mind other than that recognize she was not an immediate threat.

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Roleplay from Rania Eastersand JeVondair

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Rania held Antonia's gaze as though weighing the younger woman, stretching the moment just a heartbeat or two longer, then she allowed herself to smile.

"Don't let me catch you saying such things about an Obian duke in public, Antonia..." She said in a glibe tone. Candelight danced in her eyes. "As for why you are here, perhaps it is Obeah's will, rather than my own..." Rania turned her attention from Antonia to a drawer in the desk and came up with an official-looking, decidedly non-magical vellum scroll that she held out for Antonia to take.

Antonia did, and noticed immediately that the scroll was sealed by four wax stamps denoting the heraldry of the Oracle herself, allowing with that of the Grandmistress, the Grand Inquisitor, AND the Grand Templar. It was most likely a council decree, but there had been so few of those that Antonia had to struggle to recall if she had ever seen one. At a nod from the Oracle, Antonia broke the seal and read the surprisingly brief contents within. Then she read it again for good measure. And then a third time on top of that.

Rania wated patiently, but when Antonia seemed ready to read it a fourth time, she cleared her throat and interjected. "Some weeks ago, I petitioned the Grand Council for the authority to found a new army based out of Rines. A small, elite strikeforce comprised of my prized special forces, my Farseers, who's recruitment center is also based here in Rines. This army, which will hold the same name, will be tasked with rapid tactical response across the Sacred Realm and beyond, with supplementary duties in continued support of the Enlightenment. Furthermore, I will personally direct the first and best of Amen Keffa's resources and revenue toward making this force the most feared and respected on the continent."

It was dawning on her, Rania could see it in the other woman's eyes. "I should hope that what I want is obvious by now, no? I want you to lead this special task force as its Marshal-" The Oracle stopped mid sentence and in an instant her body language changed from congenial to what struck Antonia as that of apex animal that had just detected prey. Rania muscles went tense, her eyes scanned the room and she cocked her head as though listening to a familiar sound. Then, slowly, she looked up at the cieling. Confused, Antonia followed suit. She had already been remarking about the decor, had she perhaps offended her hostess? No...that wasn't it, nothing presented itself that could warrant that sort of reaction. So what was-

Before Antonia could finish her thought, there was a loud knock at the door and a urgent "Your Holiness!" muffled through the wood before it opened. The sheer nerve one would need to walk in on a closed sitting between the Oracle and one of the realms highest military officers was beyond audacious. Antonia's hand darted toward her weapon belt, sped by muscles that had been trained for years to react in an instant. So it was with some surprise that as she did, the Oracle's own hand closed upon hers in a staying gesture. The briefest thoguht flitered across Antonia's mind that before her Holy Revelation, the Oracle had been a warrior much like herself, and had trained with the blade for longer than Antonia had yet been alive. She looked back at Rania, surprised, but the Oracle's whole attention was no focused on the intruder.

"Enter" she commanded, the word somehow chilling. At the order, a blue-gauntleted hadnt pushed the door the rest of the way open, revealing a panting Paladin of Obeah, another of the Oracles special forces, struggling to come to attention over his heaving lungs. With sudden clarity, Antonia recognized him as one of the guards protect the Oracle's private sanctum, the Solarium atop the Basilica whom she had met some weeks ago during the Oracle's "failed" experiment with Stheno...

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Roleplay from Rania Eastersand JeVondair

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Before he could report a word, Rania was already up and moving toward the door, pausing only briefly to gesture for Antonia to follow. Fortuantely, Rania's administrative office was still in the Royal wing of the palatial Basilica, and so it only took the two women a few moments to arrive to the trapdoor entryway of the Solarium. Before going up the stairs, Rania spun around.

"Marshal," she said, resuming her authority as though putting on a mantle. "Send a guard to raise the Grand Templar, he is to take my daughter to the Nexus, or as far from here as he can manage, and keep her safe until further notice. Dispatch runners to the Grandmistress and the Grand Inquisitor, i may have need of them both. I need you to take command of my Paladins and ensure that no one enters, or leaves, the Solarium unchallenged. I must evaluate the situation, if I need you, I will call for you, but for until I know what is happening, only Heralds, with their training and understanding of magic, are to be permitted beyond this point."

​And just like that, the Oracle was gone, vanishing up through the trapdoor and into the Solarium. For an instant, the foryer was filled with light so bright Antonia was all but blinded. When she recovered just a moment later, the light was gone, the trapdoor was closed, and the Council Writ to form a new army with her at its head was still in her hands...

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Roleplay from Stheno

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But the Oracle's offices were already empty. Stheno and Vahanian cast confused glances at one another. "Uncle, I-" she swayed on her feet. "-I don't...feel so..." She never finished her sentence, the gold of her eyes rolled back into her head, leaving nothing but pitch black as she collapsed to the study floor.

And then she started screaming...

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Rising Tension

message to all nobles of Obia'Syela - 1 day, 38 minutes ago

As the hours pass, the flickers of light become more intense, more urgent. The crackles of violet energy become more frequent. The air in the city becomes oppressive, as if a terrible storm were coming, but there isn't a cloud in the sky. Around the city, animals become restless—dogs whine to go out, then immediately want to get back in and hide under beds; tomcats set up a caterwauling like the city has never heard; rats begin scampering away from the Basilica; birds take to the air en masse and begin circling the column of light unceasingly.

Within the Solarium of the Basilica, the violet lightning is flashing nearly once every second or so now, and it is beginning to outline a shape in the air like a cat's slitted pupil, twice the height of a man, with its bottom point around knee height.

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Roleplay from Rania Eastersand JeVondair

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Alone in the Solarium, Rania fell to her knees. The aura effecting the city beyond the Basillica was nothing compared to the intensity in the very eye of the storm. Blinded by light and buffeted by immaterial winds, Rania fell to her knees to keep from loosing her footing altogether. Though she could not see the shape forming before her, she could sense it, the sensation was similar to tracking the heat and light of the sun through closed eyes, only magnified beyond her ability to describe. The energy in the rivaled what she had experienced in her past. Magic, wild and awesome, flurried about her as the power of the stones burned byeond the cieling and into the sky above.

Face with such power, all of the carefully laid plans and backup plans that Rania had prepared for this experiment burned away from her mind, blasted away as the lightning flashes increased in pace. It was all she could do not to lose herself, her very soul, to the Maelstrom's edge upon which she teetered. Unable to do ought else, the Oracle withdrew into herself, divorcing her mind from the sensations of her body as best she good, grasping with practiced desperation to grab the reigns of mystical energy that spiraled about her like cyclonic melodies. At first she hummed, struggling to find a single tone amid the discordant chaos to cling to, like finding the single strand that when pulled could undo a massive knot. She could feel it there, beyond her sense, roiling like the untouchable horizon of the Sea of Four cities. No matter how she reached, it remained beyond her. Her nails bit into her palms as her body convulsed as she desperately tried to bend even a modicum of that terrible power to her will. She could taste blood in her mouth. Her skin weather fluctuating temperatures int eh extreme that jumped from scorching to freezing with each flash of light. But she did not give up, her hummed melody crescendoed into a wordless song, adding her own harmonies to untangle the symphony of power erupting from the stones.

And in that power, Rania directed her will. She searched, struggled to see, struggled to hear, struggled to find...

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 23 hours, 44 minutes ago

Vahanian caught Stheno with practiced ease before she hit the ground. Her screaming started and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Fear gripped him. Immobilizing him. Suddenly a wave of purpose washed over him. He scooped Stheno up into his arms and sprinted. He sprinted through the Basilica and down the stairs, barreling into servants and courtiers alike. He was shouting to his men. They formed a protective wedge around him and Stheno, like a spearhead being thrust through armor, the group of men thundered through the holy tower.

"TO THE NEXUS." Vahanian shouted. 43 souls sprinted through the city, a phalanx of urgency. Vahanian arrived at the entrance to the Templar Nexus and descended the winding stair into the depths of his domain.

He turned to Baldwin and said "Issue the summons now. Any Templar in Rines that is not here within the hour is to be excommunicated from this order and hunted as a traitor. The ONLY exception is if the Oracle has issued superseding orders." He stopped and turned to the guards of the Nexus and said "Anyone who is not a full Templar is not permitted beyond this point. Should they attempt to enter, kill them." Vahanian descended into the depths of the Nexus until he reached the High Templar's Chamber. He flung the door open and stationed his own personal soldiers outside. 40 men, weapons readied stood guard. They would all die before letting anyone into the room.

Vahanian placed Stheno onto the cot in the room, she still convulsed but her screaming had subsided somewhat since leaving the Basilica. He draped his cloak over her and brushed her hair from her face. He held her hands in his own and began muttering prayers under his breath. He felt a presence in the room and spun drawing his sword facing the empty chamber. His eyes scanned the room, inspecting each inch for threats. A voice echoed in his mind, a calming soothing voice, that spoke a single word. "Peace." Vahanian relaxed, even though he wanted to remain tense. He knelt once more by Stheno and began praying again.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 20 hours, 24 minutes ago

Vahanian felt the explosion ripple through the city. It was a raw magical power that flooded through his veins reports were streaming in of Daimons kidnapping and taking the place of people throughout the city. He gripped his sword tighter, he hated this part. Waiting. Wondering. There was nothing to be done, nothing save for keep Stheno safe and away from the Basilica until the Oracle deemed it safe for her to return.

He would give anything to have been in the solarium with her, he despised leaving her alone, especially when he was convinced there was an immediate danger to her looming. He slammed his fist onto a table in frustration, his hand landing next to Stheno's pack.

Vahanian noticed a strange vibration coming from her pack, and when he opened it to look, he saw that the portal stones she had in there were humming and glowing with an eerie violet glow. The sound and the glow increase in frequency and intensity until it is almost unbearable and then there is a horrible cracking sound. Half the stones have shattered, and any that remain retain an oddly menacing violet tint.

The shattered stones threw shrapnel up at him scoring his right arm with burn marks. Though the cuts themselves were not deep they burned with excruciating pain. He screamed in pain, his mind being flung back to time spent on a Daimon torture rack. He dropped to his knees blinking away tears and blurred vision as he cradled his arm, his mind begun rifling through memories long buried. His arm burning in physical pain while his mind swam in emotional torment. He saw her face, vividly her image came to mind, perfect, beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a smile that could simultaneously root him in place and pull him across worlds. Her voice, soothing, calm, gentle, loving. Vahanian screamed in torment before blacking out.

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 20 hours, 19 minutes ago

He awoke, his cheek was pressed against the cold stone floor. Baldwin knelt next to him, concern clear on his face. Vahanian sat up, his head swimming, his vision blurry. Slowly he stood against Baldwin's cautions. His arm still burned, but the pain was less intense, more of a dull throbbing now. He couldn't have been unconscious for more than a few minutes.

He looked over at Stheno, she was still passed out on his cot wrapped in his cloak. He waved away Baldwin's concern and care and said "I'm fine. Leave me be."

Baldwin refused to move and asked "Whose Kassandra?" Vahanian whipped around and asked "Where did you hear that name?" Baldwin looked at his master, concern still painted on his face and said "You screamed her name just before collapsing..."

Vahanian's intensity wilted a bit, when he finally spoke, sorrow and pain beyond words was thick in his voice. "She was my wife." Baldwin knew better than to press for more information. Vahanian rarely talked about his past, and never about his wife. "Really Baldwin, I'm fine. Just some water and tea, and some bread for her." He nodded to Stheno.

"Also, bring the latest reports from the streets."

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Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook

Message sent to everyone in Heralds of Obeah (34 recipients) - 17 hours, 8 minutes ago

The Violet Calamity - Pt. 1

((OOC: Disclaimer - RP depicts violent scenes, which include vivid descriptions of blood and gore.)

Listen for the word of Obeah, but do not take the world to be black and white. It is very much every shade of grey." Vahanian placed a hand on Ferdinand's shoulder and squeezed gently. An unusual sign of affection from the Grand Templar.

Once the Grand Templar departed and left Ferdinand in the nexus, it gave the Grey Knight some time to think. The advice that he was given was something that Ferdinand had already contemplated, debated and was torn over. Where was the line between a pious zealot and blind devotee? He knew he was neither. Yet, the grey of the world and the trust in people are perhaps opinions and views that need to be learnt over a lifetime. Pondering over this, Ferdinand retreated into his thoughts, for an undetermined amount of time.

Suddenly, through the windows of the Nexus, violet flashes of light began to rain down near the Basilica. Instantly reacting to the danger, the Grey Knight drew his sword and ran through the hallways of the building he resided in. Seeing what appeared to be the Grand Templar's personal guard swarming into the Basilica. Sprinting forward into the entrance-way of which they came, Ferdinand looked outside of the main entrance. To the guards of the Nexus, Ferdinand demanded:

"I am Sir Ferdinand, Grey Knight of the Templar Order. Guard! Tell me what in going on here?"

In response, the guard spoke with confidence as he gestured to the Basilica, where a violet energy surrounded the Basilica:

"Sir Grey Knight, look to the..."

A second later, where the portal was, a vortex of violet energy twisted and shrieked. Taking cover with the guard he had just held conversation with, the Vortex seemed to hover and prod at the Nexus building. With great surprise, Ferdinand saw that the building was not damaged by its contact. After a few moments however, violet energy came crashing down at great speed. Ferdinand could only watch as a some of the militia stationed nearby the Nexus were caught. Within this vortex, voices shrieked, bodies distorted and vanished, being replaced by what could only be described as Daimon soldiers, armed with imposing pikes and hammers.

The significant critical danger that the realm was in, Ferdinand took charge and began to rally:

"All militia, soldiers and Templars! Rally to me! Send word to the Zealots! We shall send this Daimons back to the realm which they came. In Obeahs name, these beings shall be banished!"

With a triumphant shout from local soldiers whom had rallied to the entrance way of the Nexus, Ferdinand dove into battle with the Daimons. Significantly taller than the bodies of which they replaced, the Daimons crushed nearly all whom opposed them. With the training that the Lexicon gave him, Ferdinand was the best equipped to deal with the threat they faced. However, one Daimon stood out above all...

Cont...

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Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook

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The Violet Calamity - Pt. 2

((OOC: Disclaimer - RP depicts violent scenes, which include vivid descriptions of blood and gore.)

One Daimon, which possessed one eye and a mouth that within itself was a sentient being within itself. Inside it's gaping mouth, while posing as a tongue, there was a smaller mouth which took a life of it's own. The grotesque, used it's hammer to smash numerous soldiers into the nearby wall while taking little pleasure in the action. Taking a second to think, Ferdinand moved to the entrance-way to grab a torch that was mounted on the wall and attracted the attention of the Daimon. Using the torch to create distance between himself and the grotesque Daimon once it committed into engaging the Great Knight, the creature bellowed an unnatural sound that pierced all ears that heard it.

Using a specific style from the Lexicon, Ferdinand tempted the Daimon into a charge against him. Opening himself up, he prepared his plan. With enough taunt, the Daimon came charging forward with a speed that was unnatural for a creature of it's size. The ground shook, and the stone broke with each step it's lumbering feet took. Ferdinand continued to evade until an opportunity to attack the unholy being was apparent. After a minute of avoiding and frustrating the creature, Ferdinand saw his opportunity. With all the momentum Ferdinand could muster, he threw the torch at the creature to force it to dodge the flaming piece of wood or parry it away. Seeing the movement coming, the Daimon battered the torch away with it's hammer and towered over Ferdinand with only a few feet separating them. Preparing to strike down on the Grey Knight, Ferdinand tumbled aside and prepared another swing with his sword to counter the hammer blow that just shattered the stone below them. With some fortune, a stream of crossbow bolts came flying and pierced the Daimon whom howled in reaction. Using this distraction, Ferdinand was able to bring down his sword onto the creature's hammer wielding arm to remove it from it's body. Following through, the Grey Knight then used the over-sized hammer that was just dropped as a platform to leap into the air a few feet to give him the momentum to bring the sword down on the Daimon, catching the creature in it's foaming mouth and slit the being into two.

Taking a second to breath, Ferdinand looked around him. The vortex had come down and warped numerous individuals into Daimons of varieties that Ferdinand could not name. The defenders of the Nexus were able to hold the line against the increasing Daimons, but were in desperate need of reinforcements. The stream of new Daimonic soldiers never seemed to end. However, the Vortex seemed more occupied with searching around the building than to make more minions. Charging into the fray once again, Ferdinand supported his fellow knights for what seemed to be a lifetime while awaiting the arrival of the Zealots and other noble's retinues. No battle that Ferdinand had ever participated in before could compare to the brutality or bloodshed that had occurred in such a short time-frame this night. Blood had begun to form puddles and paint the streets in it’s image. When larger Daimons appeared, the force of numbers by the Nexus’ defenders and Ferdinand’s leadership ultimately began to defeat the creatures. It was only till the noticeable violet light from the vortex came back into view when Ferdinand realised the scope of the events that were occurring.

With another scream, Ferdinand turned to the entrance where one of the Daimons had replaced one of the bowmen near the entrance before the vortex dissipated. As a result, the overpowering strength of the creature slaughtered the unfortunate soldiers whom resided nearby. Fighting his way through the battlefield outside the Nexus, Ferdinand could tell that the creature was attempting to gain true access to the building. Hence, breaking free of the melee, Ferdinand charged up the Nexus’ steps and caught the Daimon unawares by slashing down the deformed back of the creature.

With a greater sense of the overarching situation slowly unfolding, the Grey Knight rushed through the Nexus, with most of the fighting continuing with the arrival of Captain Caspar and the Templar Zealots out of the corner of his eye. Navigating the hallways of the Nexus, Ferdinand had found himself outside the Grand Templar’s Chamber. Outside the room, the Grand Templar’s personal retinue resided. Feared soldiers and worthy members of The Templar Legion, Ferdinand attempted to communicate with the Legion, hoping to discover the Grand Templar’s location and perhaps a greater clarity to the situation.

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Roleplay from Chubiske Von Weiss

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (29 recipients) - 16 hours, 32 minutes ago

As Chubiske rode toward Rines, he saw strange lights "What is that??" asked his companion. "I have no idea, however whatever it is, it can't be good." Chubiske unmounted his horse took out piece of paper, pressing it against back of his horse and wrote:

Count Boltgan,

There is something happening in city of Rines. Please send help if you can.

Knight Chubiske Von Weiss,

After that he quickly sealed the letter and pushed it against his companion. "Today, I shall free you from military service.." "My lord..."tried the man to complain, however Chubiske did not listen and continued "You are to take my horse and ride toward Cjelegy now! This must reach Count Boltgan, even if it costs your life! "But.." man thought and then said in loud voice: "Yes, sir!" putting his fist on his heart, taking the hastily written letter. Mounted Chubiske's warhorse and began his ride toward Cjelegy.

As his companion got further and further, Chubiske took his glaive from his back, removed the cloth from edge and began running toward Rines. The Scales on his armour making huge noise helped him to more or less stay concentrated. As he got closer to Rines he noticed how huge being started to descend from heaven. "Bloody Hell, did they manage to summon a real god into this world?" However by the time Chubiske got into Rines he saw that it was no goddess, but devil himself. As people around him disappeared he kept rushing toward nearest barracks to gather number of brave fools. As he opened the door all he found was a group of old and young men who were terrified seeing huge man hitting door open. While most of the guard had rushed toward the Nexus. "Where are the warriors? Why are here only old and young? Where are able guards??" Chubiske demanded answers from the people left behind. "Most of them have been gathered by Grand Templar to defend Templar Nexus or out on the streets, while we older and too young were left here to defend population and say that all templars are to gather in Nex.." as man was about to finish his sentence huge scream outside. Disappeared people either changed into daimons or they were summoned in their place, who were now going wild. Slaughtering anyone on their path. Chubiske threw his gold pouch on the table and said: "If any of you is brave enough and foolish enough to join me, in the hunt of few monsters take 5 gold coins and grab a weapon and follow me!" About half of them took the coins saying that at least it's better to die fighting than hiding. As his new unit was ready to march out of the barracks Chubiske yelled: "Today we meet death itself, let us see if we are able to beat it!" Chubiske hitted door open with his leg and rushed outside.

Looking around he saw twisted beings that he had seen books before. "So these are daimons, they look damn uglier in real life. Those with shields shall take outerside while me and those with spears shall take vanguard, others stand behind them and do not break formation, unless I allow! We shall be moving toward Grand Temple!" "Not toward Nexus?" asked one of the men. "I am no Templar, I have no need to protect their headquarters. What is important is to defend people, thus we shall be moving toward Grand Temple." As Chubiske got slowly toward Grand Temple, he noticed woman with some of armoured soldiers covered in deep layer of blood and fighting off hordes of daimons. "Break up and help fellow humans against the blight of this world!" Chubiske charged ahead, not looking if his men followed him behind. "COME AND MEET YOUR DEMISE!" Warcry which was heard all over the place. Smile on his face, rushed past the woman and her band of soldiers. Chubiske then stopped took huge swing into daimon ahead, getting his glaive stuck halfway in the body. While he was pushing his glaive through the body, he had overextend again and was soon surrounded. Daimon from Chubiske's right took a swing with his hammer and was sure to crush his left knee, if it was not for a young man who jumped in front of hammer with his shield. As shield deformed and his bones in the arm were breaking he looked up at his lord and said "My lord please do n..." suddenly he froze up as he saw his eye, it was not the look of a man, but instead a look of a animal, living only to fight. The pain of his left hand getting crushed quickly brought him back to reality and he yelled:"Those with shields, join me and let us protect our lord, before he get's himself wounded." All Chubiske had right now was to fight for his life and hope that his letter got to his lord, Count Boltgan.

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Roleplay from Eva Foote

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Eva and the soldiers under her command had set up camp in Obeah Meadows near the popular inn called Pablo's EsciBar. The candle flickered as it lit up her tent, she quietly read through the scout reports she recieved. One report was of a small group of monsters heading from Ardmore to her location in Avengmil. Eva tossed the report down on the small table and unfurled a map of the area. It was decided that Eva's archers, the Arrows of Obeah, would meet the monsters at the bridge and tactically retreat to the walls of the town of Avengmil. This would allow the military in the region to be unified behind the fortifications. The road was crucial to allowing this fast retreat and should make the battle much easier. The flap of the tent was thrown open and Eva's eyes jolted to the opening. A messenger stood out of breath and held out a scroll for the young dame. She took the scroll and broke the seal as the messenger left to wait outside. Eva gasped and dropped the letter before walking outside. The wind ripped through her thin nightgown chilling her skin. Blue silk floated away from her bare knees and out into the air to her side. "What did they do..." her voice shook as she looked at the night sky to the northwest. Various shades of violet and deep blue swirled through the skies towards the city of Rines. Her heart sank as she was enthralled by the lights. A warmness fell upon her shoulder and she felt a gentle grasp. "We should go," a firm voice came from behind her. "There are hundreds of soldiers in Rines, they will be able to handle it. We need to stay here and keep an eye on the town." Eva couldn't look away from the black, violet, and blue sky. She felt the warm leave the top of her shoulder and travel down her back before leaving. "As ya wish lil dove."

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Roleplay from Boltgan Starck

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Accompanied by some scouts, the Count Boltgan spent the night on one of the Central Hills. The route that he followed was towards Avengmil, to start a mission that he had recently obtained approval to carry out. The first rays of the sun began to bathe the low pastures of the hills. The Count could not sleep peacefully that night, some violet flashes that came from the west horizon were the cause to keep him awake a good part of the night. Maybe it was some Rines' beam anomaly before vanishing, thought the Count.

With the beginning of this new day, Boltgan decided to postpone his trip to Avengmil, and change his route to Rines instead to see what was happening exactly there. While he was going down the hill slopes, a rider could be seen unloading his liquid load while his horse was grazing nearby. It was something very suspicious. Stealthily the Lord and his scouts surrounded him without the rider realizing it. Once close, his rider's armor was recognized, and then the warhorse made obvious the deduction that it was a Knight Chubiske's soldier.

"It seems that you are looking for me" - Boltgan spoke as he approached the soldier.

"Count Boltgan... I did not expect to find you here" - the surprised soldier replied while bowing his head.

"I bring an urgent message for you, from my Lord." - continued the soldier as he handed the letter to the Count.

Boltgan took the letter and read it quickly. It is not that it contained many words, but these were serious to the Lord.

"Thank you for your loyalty, rest as much as you wish." - The Count told the soldier.

"Let's hurry up, something serious has happened in Rines" - The Count Boltgan ordered his scouts and they resumed their journey to Rines at a brisk pace, while one of them was ahead at full gallop.

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Roleplay from Mariana le Craint

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Walking through the street, the early morning sun cresting over the skyline of the harbour buildings, Mariana remained vigilant. Her personal guard joining her as they patrolled through the city, armed with an assortment of finely crafted longbows and an array of crossbows, they wandered the streets closely monitoring the movements of the undead, clearing out as many as they could. Mariana herself had replaced her previous set of armaments with a masterpiece of a sword and a finely crafted crossbow on her back. One of her scouts returned to her side and handed her a small piece of parchment, a simple drawn map of the streets with key points highlighted. Of key importance was the path the Daimons were seemingly taking.

The events of the day had confused her so far, without a warning the arrival of said Daimons and the battle that followed where the Daimons seemingly assisted in fighting against the undead. She pondered to herself, What does this mean? What will happen to us now? What caused this to happen? Mariana turned to the scout.

"Good work, continue monitoring them. Should they make any further aggressive moves I wish to hear about it." Without a moment of hesitation, the scout disappeared once again.

Mariana continued down the street, taking care to keep off the main roads through the city. For a moment, she heard a scream coming from a nearby alley. The sound of a young girl, a bloodcurdling scream that could only mean one thing. She darted down the street towards the direction of the scream. Before long, she found herself confronted by a small gathering of undead, surrounding a body seemingly feeding off the corpse. She drew her crossbow and took aim at the beasts.

"Take aim.... FIRE." A ricochet of bolts and arrows from the Vigilants rippled down the alley piercing the fleshy mess that was the undead mound. Before long, there was not movement left. Drawing her sword she went over and examined the corpse. A young commoner girl, her face now barely recognisable however the feeling of fear still gripping her face. Mariana grabbed a nearby scrap piece of cloth and covered her body, by now a small crowd was gathered. "Call for the city guard, this needs to be cleaned up."

Mariana wiped the blood off her swords and stepped out from the alley, pushing past the gathered crowd who seemed to recoil in fear and respect, many bowing their heads to hide their faces. Walking quickly, she returned back to her route and awaited more news.

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Roleplay from Apostate

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Apostate awoke from his stupor, lying in trash to a violet storm. He waited it out, cowering in his tattered robes. When it ended he looked to his palm, it was crisscrossed with several more cuts and his dagger was nowhere to be found. His stomach growl and he crawled up. The former priest stole bread from a nearby bakery, halfway through his illegal meal he heard s cry of alarm. Curiosity got the better of him and he searched for it’s source.

People fled from an imposing figure, standing six feet hunched over. It’s skin was a deep crimson and it hurt the eyes to look at. Apostate’s heart soared. His Masters has returned! Truth had returned! He sprinted to it and quite literally fell to his knees.

“I-I have waited! I have been faithful! I gave my blood to pervert their rituals! I called you! I serve, I serve, I serve! My life is, it has always been, yours!”

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

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The Nightmare's Beginning. Pt. 1

Vahanian tended to Stheno's unconscious form, dripping water into her mouth and laying out some bread and cured meat for her when she woke. He ground some herbs into a powder and mixed it with water, creating a tonic that would help ease her impending headache, and help her sleep a dreamless sleep.

He then tended to his own needs. Binding his arm in black cloth to hide any burns or blood that formed, he then ate his own portion of bread and meat. Drinking water and a hot cup of tea to clear his mind. He washed his face in the basin and then left his chambers. Locking the door and handing the only key to Baldwin. "Your life for hers, if you must." Vahanian said, noticing his Grey Knight Sir Ferdinand conversing with his men.

Baldwin bowed his head and said "My soul for hers, always." The two friends clasped arms and Vahanian turned taking his personal guard with him and leaving the Nexus guard to assist Baldwin. Vahanian and his soldiers walked through the depths of the Nexus, and Vahanian motioned for Ferdinand to follow.

"Grand Templar.. what-" Vahanian placed a hand on the young knight's shoulder and said "I know. Something went wrong in the Basilica, the Oracle is doing everything she can to rectify it with her magic. We must keep the Nexus safe." He said glancing back towards his chambers. It was no secret that Vahanian favored Stheno. "Come, let us survey the streets once more."

The group of men cautiously stepped out of the safety of the Nexus and onto the bloodstained, and magic scorched cobblestone streets. An eerie calm had settled over the city. One man sighed and commented that it must be over. Vahanian drew his sword and said "No, it hasn't really started yet.."

A shrill shriek echoed across the stone walls of the nearby buildings. Vahanian looked up and saw a Daimon with four arms, each wielding a blade of bone and a bone carapace. A single tiny black jewel rested between it's eyes and seemed to pulsate. The creature leapt from the building and landed in front of Vahanian in a ready stance, sending cracked cobblestone flying from the force of the landing. A handful of lesser creatures showed up and swarmed to the Daimon's cry. Vahanian threw off his cloak and called to his men "Kill the minions. Sever their heads. We'll deal with this one." He said, before glancing at Ferdinand who'd already readied his weapon.

"Circle the left and don't charge him." Vahanian commanded and the Grey Knight did as he was bade. Vahanian made the sign of Obeah over his sword and chest and began muttering as he started to circle the opposite direction of Ferdinand "Veiled One, great strength to my arm and force to my blade. Grant peace to my mind and light to my heart. Grant me the tools necessary to vanquish your foes and send these creatures back to the Hell from whence they came." Vahanian said the final sentence through gritted teeth as he charged forward, a warcry passing through this lips. He stabbed at the creature but his blade bounced off the carapace of bone. The creature turned it's focus to him and unleashed a furious assault with all four arms and blades. Vahanian blocked, parried, sidestepped, ducked, and dodged. Narrowly missing being severed in two. His face was a mask of calm. There was a light in his eyes, that one might interpret as joy. He was a virtuoso with a blade, and combat was his song. Ferdinand rushed in also, trying to distract the creature, and did so for a time. The creature split it's attention between the two Templar. But each blow that was struck against the creature did not cause any harm. Vahanian's mind was searching for a weakness in the armor, scanning, searching, frantically.

Finally it dawned on him. There was none. His mind snapped to a singular focus at that point and he yelled out. "THE JEWEL."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

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The Nightmare's Beginning. Pt. 1

Vahanian tended to Stheno's unconscious form, dripping water into her mouth and laying out some bread and cured meat for her when she woke. He ground some herbs into a powder and mixed it with water, creating a tonic that would help ease her impending headache, and help her sleep a dreamless sleep.

He then tended to his own needs. Binding his arm in black cloth to hide any burns or blood that formed, he then ate his own portion of bread and meat. Drinking water and a hot cup of tea to clear his mind. He washed his face in the basin and then left his chambers. Locking the door and handing the only key to Baldwin. "Your life for hers, if you must." Vahanian said, noticing his Grey Knight Sir Ferdinand conversing with his men.

Baldwin bowed his head and said "My soul for hers, always." The two friends clasped arms and Vahanian turned taking his personal guard with him and leaving the Nexus guard to assist Baldwin. Vahanian and his soldiers walked through the depths of the Nexus, and Vahanian motioned for Ferdinand to follow.

"Grand Templar.. what-" Vahanian placed a hand on the young knight's shoulder and said "I know. Something went wrong in the Basilica, the Oracle is doing everything she can to rectify it with her magic. We must keep the Nexus safe." He said glancing back towards his chambers. It was no secret that Vahanian favored Stheno. "Come, let us survey the streets once more."

The group of men cautiously stepped out of the safety of the Nexus and onto the bloodstained, and magic scorched cobblestone streets. An eerie calm had settled over the city. One man sighed and commented that it must be over. Vahanian drew his sword and said "No, it hasn't really started yet.."

A shrill shriek echoed across the stone walls of the nearby buildings. Vahanian looked up and saw a Daimon with four arms, each wielding a blade of bone and a bone carapace. A single tiny black jewel rested between it's eyes and seemed to pulsate. The creature leapt from the building and landed in front of Vahanian in a ready stance, sending cracked cobblestone flying from the force of the landing. A handful of lesser creatures showed up and swarmed to the Daimon's cry. Vahanian threw off his cloak and called to his men "Kill the minions. Sever their heads. We'll deal with this one." He said, before glancing at Ferdinand who'd already readied his weapon.

"Circle the left and don't charge him." Vahanian commanded and the Grey Knight did as he was bade. Vahanian made the sign of Obeah over his sword and chest and began muttering as he started to circle the opposite direction of Ferdinand "Veiled One, great strength to my arm and force to my blade. Grant peace to my mind and light to my heart. Grant me the tools necessary to vanquish your foes and send these creatures back to the Hell from whence they came." Vahanian said the final sentence through gritted teeth as he charged forward, a warcry passing through this lips. He stabbed at the creature but his blade bounced off the carapace of bone. The creature turned it's focus to him and unleashed a furious assault with all four arms and blades. Vahanian blocked, parried, sidestepped, ducked, and dodged. Narrowly missing being severed in two. His face was a mask of calm. There was a light in his eyes, that one might interpret as joy. He was a virtuoso with a blade, and combat was his song. Ferdinand rushed in also, trying to distract the creature, and did so for a time. The creature split it's attention between the two Templar. But each blow that was struck against the creature did not cause any harm. Vahanian's mind was searching for a weakness in the armor, scanning, searching, frantically.

Finally it dawned on him. There was none. His mind snapped to a singular focus at that point and he yelled out. "THE JEWEL."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

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The Nightmare's Beginning Pt. 2

Vahanian and Ferdinand dueled the creature for some time, trying to cut out, or smash the jewel that rested between it's eyes. The intelligent warrior he was, Ferdinand grabbed another torch from a nearby sconce and used it in conjunction with his sword. Drawing the eye and ire of the creature. Vahanian rushed forward and with all his might slashed his sword into the back of the creature's legs, hamstringing it. Black blood sprayed out and hissed and sizzled as soon as it met the air.

A sound of unimaginable horror echoed from the creature's mouth. Vahanian used the momentum of his hamstring strike to spin his whole body and rotate his grip on sword. Bringing down at an angle his blade with all his might he slashed the jewel from the creature's forehead. It hit the cobblestone and shattered the nearby stones. The creature crumpled to the ground and Vahanian ran over to the stone, cutting a strip of cloth from his tunic he wrapped the stone in it before smashing it under the heel of his boot in the cloth. tying the cloth off to make a pouch for the stone's shards he tucked it away into his tunic. Grabbing the torch from Ferdinand he severed the head off the Daimon from it's crumpled form and set it aflame. Turning now to survey his surroundings he saw the lesser creatures has crumpled when the stone left the Daimon's forehead.

He took a breath and rallied his men to him. Looking to Ferdinand he said. "No creature can enter the Nexus. See it so. I will return momentarily, but I must check on Stheno."

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Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

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The Nightmare's Beginning Pt. 2

Vahanian and Ferdinand dueled the creature for some time, trying to cut out, or smash the jewel that rested between it's eyes. The intelligent warrior he was, Ferdinand grabbed another torch from a nearby sconce and used it in conjunction with his sword. Drawing the eye and ire of the creature. Vahanian rushed forward and with all his might slashed his sword into the back of the creature's legs, hamstringing it. Black blood sprayed out and hissed and sizzled as soon as it met the air.

A sound of unimaginable horror echoed from the creature's mouth. Vahanian used the momentum of his hamstring strike to spin his whole body and rotate his grip on sword. Bringing down at an angle his blade with all his might he slashed the jewel from the creature's forehead. It hit the cobblestone and shattered the nearby stones. The creature crumpled to the ground and Vahanian ran over to the stone, cutting a strip of cloth from his tunic he wrapped the stone in it before smashing it under the heel of his boot in the cloth. tying the cloth off to make a pouch for the stone's shards he tucked it away into his tunic. Grabbing the torch from Ferdinand he severed the head off the Daimon from it's crumpled form and set it aflame. Turning now to survey his surroundings he saw the lesser creatures has crumpled when the stone left the Daimon's forehead.

He took a breath and rallied his men to him. Looking to Ferdinand he said. "No creature can enter the Nexus. See it so. I will return momentarily, but I must check on Stheno."

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Roleplay from Alacrix Galar

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The day before Alacrix had seen the beacon in Rines start acting strangely. He knew he had to ride back to Rines and check on the Oracle.

When he arrived in the city he heard of cries of daemons and undead attacking the city. With his men he ran to join the battle. Daemons were fighting undead and ignoring the men around them. What twisted world had this become. The daemons are fighting on Obeah’s behalf! The world had truly become strange.

After the battle Alaytook his men and went to seek the Oracle. She must know what needs be done. To the Holy Basilica!

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