Unti Family/Nerta/A6S3

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Knight Pauses David Wierbiki, the player of Bergelmir Crownguard, has paused him for an indefinite period. Due to pausing, he loses the following: His unit, "Roaring Rangers", is set up as a local militia unit in Agyr. He is removed as Judge. He vacates his estate in Fronepu
Appointed as Judge You have been appointed as Judge of your realm. Please read the Government Description carefully to familiarise yourself with your new responsibilities.
Report from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine Message sent to Message to everyone in Ar Agyr I've long wanted an excuse to elevate Lady Nerta to rank befitting her contribution to the realm and as my good friend Lord Bergelmir is taking time away from public life this seems the ideal opportunity. Aibhlidhn Dubhaine (Queen of Ar Agyr)
Letter from Soren Navaar Message sent to Personal message to Nerta Congratulations. I'm sure you love the title. The included pictures are a simple one of a celebration, and one of Soren smirking and rolling his eyes. Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr The quartet returning to the Shieldborn Manse look far worse for wear after so many hours trudging through the Blackjaw's Conquest. The Count of Seven Rivers was bandaged with the crude remains of some clothing, while his cloak was draped across Nerta who was mostly dressed in mud. Yet there were more surprises in store because waiting in camp is a messenger with a very fancy scroll. Being his region, Soren moved to take the missive, but the messenger sniffs and pulls it away before offering it to Nerta. Her grubby hands crunching the paper, she scowls and passes it to Soren. Reading through it quickly, his laughter bubbles up regardless of the pain, doubly so when Nerta forgoes her usual scowl for surprise. Collecting himself only after she gives him a hard shove, he clears his throat and passes the letter back. "It seems you got a promotion, Judge of Ar Agyr..." His grin is matched only by her look of horror. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Fronepu. Tavern near the courthouse. One week later. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" "You're being ridiculous." "I'm not going in there." "You don't have to do anything. I'll handle it all." "Which leaves me jailed in a room while you dictate to scribes. Your first prisoner." "Oh yes. How dreadful it is to be isolated and trapped from all you held dear..." "Shut up, Old Man." The animated argument between the cloaked woman and the spectral reflection had been going on for most of the morning. Or realistically, every day since the Queen issued her proclamation making Nerta Judge. The Senex and the Weaver rarely saw eye to eye, but this new office sharpened the divide. Duty against independence. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr The tavern sounded lively, but Soren's scribes had assured him this was where Nerta would be found, as she had been. The tavern was still mostly empty in the morning hours, but a low fire was still burning to chase out a late autumn chill. It didn't take long to find Nerta. He could hear her before he found her in the corner, arguing with the window, and once he swore her drink before he realized the reflection was trying to get her to work. The Judge had been missing since appointed, and it did not take long for the Count to figure out why. "If it isn't my favorite Nerta," he interrupted as he approached, a large bundle of fur in one hand. He didn't ask to join her, but instead pressed the bundle into her lap and pulled up the chair beside her. "I had the wolf collected and skinned," he explained. "There's more pelt if you want it, but you at least deserved a new cloak, after all the weather is getting colder," he explained, knowing winter would be on them soon enough. A glance at the window and he saw the familiar reflection of Nerta's tormentor. He hadn't thought about it before, but he was probably aware of the aftermath of the fight with the wolf. Not that it made a huge difference, but he couldn't help wondering if he would have approved or not. Waving over a drink and a refill for the priestess, Soren put one elbow on the table and rested his face in his hand as he looked at her. "Trouble with the new job? I guess it doesn't help that the world needs saving," he thought aloud. Slipping one hand under the table he put a hand on hers. "The offer to help still stands, even now, to get things going." Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Buried under a mountain of fur by the generous Soren, Nerta slowly unburies herself, giving the shade in the window time to address the bard.  "Hello lad. I see your arm's healed up nicely. I imagine the temple in Seven Rivers was happy to provide their lord with an Elixir." The ghostly figure made a show of sitting in the empty chair, or at least floating in a rough approximation. Stroking the salted beard with one hand, those violet eyes flicker and he continues. "Hopefully you can talk some sense into her. After all, these are barbarians. We'll be able to hammer out a legal code in a couple hours."  "I... bloody, wolf..." finally free, Nerta huffs aside a stray hair and stabs a finger at the empty seat, "I don't care how easy it is! Judge is not..."  Nerta pauses the irritated rant at the feel of Soren taking a hand. Turning toward him she sniffs and gestures at the hide. "Thanks. I... don't have a lot of practice with tanning, but I'm sure I can figure something out." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Katalynfae Dragul
Request from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Welcome Katalynfae, Here for the monster killing or had sent else caught your eye? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Personal Message to Nerta Unti My Lady Senex, The veiled Lady of Obia has grown cold and only wished my coin. As a young girl on Dwilight, my grandmother told me of gods older than the lands. So, I chose to see if Granny was telling true tales, not just stories to entertain her small grand daughter. I had spoken to your priest in Kell and was intrigued by the opportunity to follow different paths within this faith. We did not have the opportunity to speak long, because evidently, I earned the hatred of the Reven's perverted religion by tearing down their temple. And now they attack us. I look forward to learning more of The Old Gods to know where I would like to serve, Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I am afraid that you have things exactly backwards. Given your background I'm not surprised. You do not serve the faith, it serves you. I imagine Balin spoke of the Gods, at least in passing. Did anything about that peak your curiosity? Then again you said you felt a calling to try something different, what does that look like to you? We have answers, but do you have the questions for our answers? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Personal Message to Nerta Unti Thank you all for the warm welcome. There are two that seem to be striving to get my attention. The Ice Queen and the Ephemeral Emperor. They call to the two different sides of me. At the suggestion of Priestess Nerti, as soon as this infernal war with Reven is done, I will undertake a quest to determine which I will follow most closely. For now can we leave the temple opem to any of the Old Gods who wish to occupy it for a time? Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Fate vs Fortune is a challenging line to walk. Hopefully the Gods are patient as you handle mundane matters. I'd not be surprised if they start to intrude one way or another. I leave piles of bricks to Balin, that's his specialty. I think only the temple in Vore was dedicated in full, or was it Pomatim? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Balin De Chaol Ghleann Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I believe the temple in Bessimir was dedicated to the Wolf Lord, or at least near to it. I think he approved of that, as the last time Nerta and I were there, dispatching the undead, wolves showed up to carve a path for us to that undead big piles of bones that was leading that particular horde. Rather timely they came too. I still have scars from claws of the undead. Balin De Chaol Ghleann (Duke of Vatrona, Guardian of the Old Gods)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods You had good shield work, Balin, but the champion's black blade was hideous. Between that and being thrown in the jail of Vore I didn't fully heal for at least a month. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Priest Balin, There is 250 in gold in the treasury here. It will be my pleasure to see the temple grow. Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods You say that now, Katalynfae, but piles of rocks are very expensive... Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Lady Nerta, An infiltrator from Reven who tried to assassinate my Emperor has provided the funds for the temple. I plan to put his gold to good use. Does that make me mre like the Trickster? Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Strong taking what they want could be the Wolf Lord. Or the Ice Queen could have decided it was his fate to pay. And matters of infiltration usually involve the Masked One. To be the Trickster you'd probably have set up some ploy, farce or game where the would be assassin would give up the coin willingly. But really I've seen nearly any twist on things. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Balin De Chaol Ghleann Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods That should be enough gold. I'll direct the masons to start building an addition to the church. Should more assassins wish to donate their coin to the church, I'd be happy to purchase more piles of stone with it. Balin De Chaol Ghleann (Duke of Vatrona, Guardian of the Old Gods)
Roleplay from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods KatalynFae had worked for hours alongside her men and local peasants clearing away the debris from the Reven temple she had ordered to be torn down upon her appointment as the Lady of Kell. She smiled to herself, all tiredness and sore muscles forgotten for the moment, as she remembered the stories of her late husband Jon Paul. He claimed his father, Kell, had been the first Lord of these lands and had named it for himself. Now she truly was the ”Lady of Kell”. Jon Paul would be pleased. She was brought out of her musings with an excited cry from a group of women in the far corner of the ruins. She looked and one of them was waving what looked like a scroll in the air. The Lady of Kell sent her trusted aide Phelan to retrieve the scroll with a shiny silver coin to the woman who had found the scroll. The woman bowed to KatalynFae, with a huge smile on her face, speaking blessings on her new Lady. KatalynFae instructed Phelan to place the scroll on her desk in the manor and continued working with them all to clear the rubble and search for more treasures. In what seemed like moments, another cry arose from the corner of the ruins. This time KatalynFae went herself to discover the source of the excitement. Climbing over the jagged floor with loose stones and fallen wooden beams. The Lady finally reached the corner. Standing there were two beings who were definitely not like any peasants the Lady had ever seen. The female was pale and shimmering like ice crystals in the sun. The male was dark and shrouded with a sly smile and twinkling eyes. KatalynFae immediately dropped to her knees, her head bowed. “Welcome you of the Old Gods! I am honored by your presence.” The woman flashed a dazzling smile and tossed a handful of ice crystals in front of KatalynFae. “What do you see?” the Ice Queen asked. “I see the runes of the lands of my birth” KatalynFae replied. “Can you read what they say?” asked the pale goddess. “The runes say “The Old Gods of Beluaterra are the true masters of the land, holding absolute dominion over every rock, tree, and beast. There is still hope, the Followers of the Old Gods know that Humanity can earn the love of the Old Gods.” The shrouded man took KatalynFae’s hand and raised her to her feet. “So, you have learned what confounds most of those who live in this land. All religions have been founded to please their understanding of the Old Gods.” He continued “But this day you must choose, which of the Old Gods will be your Patron?” “I am only ever a warrior out of necessity. I would much prefer to spend my time buried in the books and scrolls of the library. I am considered old by some but am not ready yet to meet the Dark Mistress. If I choose one of you, can I never seek council of the others?” KatalynFae responded. “The Old Gods know that humanity can evolve, and their needs, goals, and desires change. You must choose now the one who best meets these in the present. The future will worry about itself.” Those eyes twinkled again. The Lady was silent in thought for a moment. “I must choose the Ice Queen, though I am sincerely tempted to choose you, Ephemeral Emperor” she finally said. Both of the Gods smiled and then faded into vapor. Phelan was at her side, “My Lady, are you alright? The peasants say that you fainted, do you need aid?” “No, all Is well.” The Lady rose with a smile and went directly to the place in the corner where all of the scrolls lay hidden. She merely smiled as Phelan bent to retrieve the scrolls for her. Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Katalynfae Dragul Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods What must I do to dedicate the temple in Kell to the Ice Queen? I am currently using my free time to translate the ancient scrolls found in the ruins of the old temple. I shall send my results to the elders for confirmation and then they can be shared as the priests and elders wish. In Her frozen embrace, Katalynfae Dragul (Praetrix of Shattered Vales)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I'm not sure I can tell you Katalynfae. The Ice Queen is a mysterious one. The Seer of Time might send a blizzard your way, or maybe you could consecrate the ground with the blood of a fae champion. No doubt Fate will show you the path in short order.  Maybe ask the wider community, see if any have have an idea? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Cali
Letter from Cali Gryndor Message sent to Message to everyone all priests of the Old Gods I am sending this to all of you... (Personal message to Cali Gryndor) Lady Cali Gryndor, Are you a member of any religious organizations or are you a pagan? In service to the Holy Mother, Sir Justin Foote Knight of Keffa (Personal message to Justin Foote) I am a pagan Lady Cali Gryndor Dame of Djembe Personal message to Cali Gryndor) Lady Cryndor, I see. Well, as you likely know, the region of Djembe is a part of the Holy Lands and the Duchy of the Sacred Obia'Syela. This places the area and its people within the domain of the One True Faith: the Heralds of Obeah. I would love to see you become a member of our Holy Order. What level of interest do you have in the Holy Order? If necessary, I can inform you more about the One True Faith. You need but ask. In service of the Holy Mother, Sir Justin Foote Knight of Keffa I am sending this to all of you in our order because I feel you should know about this so called other order feels the need to try to push me into their order or at least try persuade me to join their order. I have not yet answer this Sir Justin's second letter to me. I am not really sure how to respond to Sir Justin's second letter as he is calming my family's home region belongs to their order when my family and I have always followed and worship the ways of the old gods for many generations in Djembe our home region. Cali Gryndor (Dame of Djembe)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Personal message to Cali Gryndor To earn the submission of the Heralds, Irondale promised them sanctuary within their old borders. Protection for their fading faith. This Herald is concerned that you will shatter that tenuous protection. Or perhaps they hope you might revitalize their flame. Our ways are as old as the land itself. The religions that came from across the sea perch upon the rocks of Beluaterra only to be washed away with the tide. There are times when people have sworn fealty to these orders, but it is a momentary dream to the natural order of things. If this order interests you, by all means, explore their lore or even join it. I would still welcome you in our halls. But if you are satisfied with exploring our mysteries and ways, you can ignore the Heralds. As we have for the dozens of other foreign faiths that have come and gone over the years. It is your path to walk, but I will guide you as I am able. What interests you? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Cali Gryndor Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin I see. Well I have chosen my path of the old gods and shall continue to follow them as they have been good to me. As far as these Heralds goes I see no reason of sharing the lands and live in peace letting one follow and believe in what they will freely so long as it does no harm to others and doesn't fringe on others. Cali Gryndor (Dame of Djembe)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Personal message to Cali Gryndor Noble sentiment, though you may change your mind once the Gods start to toy with you. I joke. Anyway, perhaps you should learn more of the Heralds before you make such a final decision about living in harmony. I know little of them myself, but I believe the Inquisition defeated the Templars in their great schism. They might be less welcoming than you. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Wudenkin
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin The cloaked figure entering the Bayside Slums eyes the growing crowds cautiously. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin Impi preached to the masses for 5 hours, reaching a total audience of 446 listeners. 90 pagans and believers in local folklore appear to be convinced and you formally convert them to The Saints of Revenon in a small ceremony. There are 9 followers of other faiths that swayed and converted to The Saints of Revenon. "Ah a good days preach on self-control and wisdom. It may have been short but, it showed enough for other to believe." He walks off the podium book in had is hammer in hand. As Believer approaches his "Your Highness another priest has appeared in the in the city. It appears to be Priestess Nerta of the Old Gods though they have themselves shrouded at the moment wishing to hide." He smiles back "Good, she has arrived I've been expecting her so she can show this mystery under the city. " "Oh would you like for us to bring her to the temple for" the believers replies. "Yes please do but, send the Children with you. Not many people would turn down to followe a flock of happy children screaming their name. I'll be in my office when you get back so you know where to find me." "Yes your Highness will. Katy, Mark, Gian, Nikki, Jorge come with me we have a guess for the Highness." Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Nerta's trip through the slums is cut short as a swarm of children boil out of the warren. Surrounded she prepares for battle, yet they do not appear hostile. So much for slipping in unnoticed, someone has been watching for her. Led to the Saintly temple by the troupe, glittering eyes take in the décoré; and the man in the centre of it all. A puppet master pulling strings. Perhaps she should cut them... Marching too close to Impi, she stares at him for a few heartbeats. Finally she clicks. "Any good with that hammer, or do you always send children to do your dirty work?" Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin "Firstly I'm Cavalier and using dirty works is not my playstyle. Secondly I wouldn't use children in schemes. Thirdly if you want to see how good I am with my hammer. That can be done." Impi reaches back and throws the greathammer with one hand towards Nerta. He then runs towards fist full of eager. "If this is how you want to meet then may Saint Orius make this a act of his will" Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin The hooded woman cracks a faint smile. "The first bit means nothing. The second could be a lie. But the third..." Dropping to the floor, she brings the butt of her spear around to strike the charging man. "...has my attention." Nerta's twitching movements see her springing from her crouch, though the cloak barely rustles. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin Impi grins at the spear "Seems we're on even playing field". As he nears he takes note that his hammer is 5 ft away from Nerta. As he bears near he doesn't stop running at full speed. Spear ready for him he puts his shoulder forward and uses his other hand to grab the spear and shoulder slams into Nerta. His huge body throws her back as he let's go of the spear. She's pushed 10ft. Impi theb walks to his greathammer and wields ot properly. "Now let's begin" Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Training Match Impi Wolfvern, Royal of Reven, Duke of Argonautica Orphica, Priest of The Saints of Revenon meets his challenger Lady Nerta Unti, Judge of Ar Agyr, Dame of Agyr, Priestess of The Old Gods for the agreed training match. Both participants are using the 'trick moves' strategy, so that neither has an advantage. After a series of blows, Impi wins the training match.
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Despite her aggression, Nerta hadn't actually planned to harm the man. In fact she was intending to knock him to the ground and plant a foot on his chest. However as she twitched to the side of the wild swing, the tricky woman discovered she wasn't the only one with a plan. The stones crunch as the hammer lands, but Impi wasn't holding it anymore. Instead one hand gripped her cloak and the other a knife against her jaw. "Hmmm. Sneaky." If the metal tracing along her neck bothered her, Nerta didn't show it. "Since I've kissed enough fools lately. I concede." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin He smiles "Good I don't know what the hell this was about anyhow" He releases the cloak and sheathed his hidden dagger. Walks away about to get his bearings "Father always said never draw your weapon unless your going to kill. Also always have a carry a hidden one when your unarmed." I'm 32 years old and I still follow the lesson since the age of 6. He then turns around and properly face the priestess. " Now greeting Priestess Nerta I'm glad you've arrived. There are things to show you and questions I still have about this Pool of whiseprs." "Ahh and before I forget there are others headed this way about the pool as well." Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Nerta settles her cloak with a deepening frown as the man speaks. "The Pool of Black Whispers? Only a madman would seek that cursed place. The Pool is a conduit to the Soul Crusher, the Deep One: The Crystal Maiden. Drawing the attention of the Gods is foolish enough, but only the most twisted of would be Necromancers seek the Cursed Seductress of their own volition." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin Nerta I need you to look around and remember what city your in and the realm you've traveled to. Wudenkin city the Cursed City. It was once the capital of Vordul Sanguinis the nation ruled by a madman. A man whose left his mark in many minds. He went and meet the Crystal Maiden and the lands have been touched very since. The only way to correct this and rid of such a curse is to go where he did. I don't seek ut for necromancy but, to cure our lands pray the minds of its people too. Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Nerta's gaze flickers to the side before quickly snapping back to Impi. "The city has been cursed long before that bloody cult took root. Indeed your Vordulists were not the first, nor will they be the last." Glancing to the door of the temple as Eowyn arrives, Nerta purses her lips. "I can guide you once we enter the Vault, but the answers below will raise more questions and I warm; the curse is eternal." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin Queen Eowyn, Apologies for the abrupt training match. Priestess Nerta thrusted one at myseld and made me realize something. It may be good to test everyones' swordung fighting ability when climbunf down to the locked lairs of Xclair. From what Nerta says the Pool of Whispers sounds almost like a direct link to the Crystal Maiden. Who knows what may be found from around so best to be safe and make sure everyone is well able. Is there any others that have come with you? Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin I don't know how old the curse is but it needs to end. I don't care what it takes but, something must be done before it sips draws whatever whispers it emits it makes. I can unlock the chamber once our other guest arrives. I will take us to the forbidden areas and from there I'll follow your lead Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Nerta, the Warrior-priestess of the Old Gods, continues to stalk around the Temple of the Saints. The hammer wielding Impi had said others were arriving for the expedition into the Vault. An expedition she would guide. Well... The Old Man would guide and Fate would punish... The arrival of Allia and Clyde pulls her from the brooding. "Two more to brave the depths. To what end? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin Nerta the number is 4 including yourself into this. Not let me unlock the chains and remove the logs that block the door. Is indeed the temple a huge painting of Xclair is hung on the opposite side of the room from the door. A coffin bedazzled with gems, runes, and writing covered it. Writing of his accomplishments was written on stones that layer in front of it. His Cursed armor was to the east wall and pieced together. On the west all what is weapon that he used. Cleaned as if it was freshly polished. " This temple has been closed since I took rulership. I'm surprised it has managed to still be in such conditions. Follow me to the under chamber to where the vault lays.: Past his coffin was a dark staircase of stone that went deep into the ground. The vault was at its ending. Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Éowyn Doesire Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Éowyn follows Impi a few steps behind. Behind Prince Clyde's presence both comforts and emboldens her spirit in this oppressive tomb. Not sure of what she is seeing around her Éowyn keeps her hands and feet to herself and touches nothing. "Why was it sealed up to begin with? I must admit my knowledge is lacking in many aspects of the greater world," Éowyn asks as she makes her way to stairs. Éowyn Doesire (Queen of Thalmarkin)
Roleplay from Clyde Wilde Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Clyde had arrived to the gathering wearing a fine gray cloak of fine spun wool, draped over a dark brown tunic with a thick belt across the waist. The belt's buckle had been fashioned in an engraved W with a rabbit peeking out behind it. His trousers were of linen, and they too were of the darker sort. His boots were sturdy, and looked like a rich man's variant of miner boots. He quickly linked up with his liege, Queen Eowyn, as the former Light Bringer opened up the sealed temple. Inside, with all depictions and personal belongings of Xlair Silverblade, Clyde felt an uneasiness creep upon him. From what Clyde had heard, Xlair represented many things but none of them particularly good. He felt relieved that neither his Queen nor Duke Impi did not linger long in this room. Making sure he stayed just a few steps behind Queen Eowyn, he looked forward to leave this room and head down the dark and stony staircase. Clyde Wilde (Duke of Winterthorne)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin And so their journey begins. First the tomb of Xlair, Bloody Prince Mouth of the Maiden, Would be Usurper. Nerta inspects the room but makes no move to approach the rune etched remains. Instead she follows Impi's lead as party moves toward the stairs. However there is one curious soul among them who lingers and inspects the armour. Revealed in the polished gleam of that dark blade is a bearded and shadowy spectre who's eyes burn with violet flame. "Fascinating... The palace used to be closer to the lake. This structure must have been built atop my old excavation. The only question, who by: this Bloody Prince, Valhus, someone else?" The musings of the shade are a chill wind on the air that seem to echo from the mirror. Turning from the gear, he trails behind the others while Nerta speaks to Eowyn. "Xlair was a madman. But that can be said about any self-styled Emperors..." The spectre smirks and passes from view of the blade, vanishing once again. "He claimed to be an immortal God calling on his people to worship him. He believed himself chosen by the Crystal Maiden and planned to usurpe the Dark Mistress and his patron to become the God of Death, Pain & Blood." Nerta accepts a torch and holds it high as they descend into the dark. "Thankfully he died when the equally crazy Emperor of Shattered Vales ran him through with a lance." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin "We don't talk that part of our history. The minimal that I'd know is that this was once Vordul and he ruled. The rest only 4 of us know that happened to him and what became of him. Now let's open this vault. " A giant stone door sat and the end of the staircase. It had be craved into with runes and chains big as a horses head. They crossed together to make a X in the middle and the ends were hammered deep in the stone walls. No lock mechanism was on the chains. Unreadable marks where scattered around it old language unknown to himself. Quiet whispers can he heard leaking from the door. Like a child's voice softly begging for a answer. Saying things he couldn't understand. 𐍂𐍉𐌳𐌾𐌴𐌹𐍃 𐌲𐌿𐍄𐌹𐍃𐌺𐌰 𐍂𐌰𐌶𐌳𐌰? 𐍆𐍂𐌰𐌻𐌴𐍄 𐌼𐌹𐌺 𐌳𐌿 𐍅𐌹𐍃𐌰𐌽 𐍃𐌿𐌽𐌳𐍂𐍉. W𐌷𐌸 𐌳𐍉 𐌸𐍉𐌿 c𐍉𐌼𐌴 𐌷𐌴𐍂𐌴. T𐌷𐌴 𐌻𐌰𐌳𐌸 𐌰𐍅𐌰𐌹𐍄𐍃 𐍅𐍉𐌽'𐍄 𐌸𐍉𐌿 𐍃𐌴𐌴 𐌷𐌴𐍂𐌴. P𐌻𐌴𐌰𐍃𐌴 𐌰𐌽𐍃𐍅𐌴𐍂 𐌿𐍃. T𐌷𐌴𐍂𐌴 𐌰𐍂𐌴 𐌼𐌰𐌽𐌸 𐍄𐌷𐌹𐌽𐌲𐍃 𐍄𐌷𐌰𐍄 𐌸𐍉𐌿 𐍃𐌴𐌴𐌺 𐍅𐌴 𐌺𐌽𐍉𐍅 (Why are you here. They Lady you seek is here. Leave us alone. Please answer us. Their many that seek to see you) This is as far as I've come before but, never cared to go farther even though I could. Thought today that changes. He speaks "D𐌰𐍂𐌺𐌽𐌴𐍃𐍃 𐌹𐍃 𐌱𐌿𐍄, 𐍄𐌷𐌴 𐌻𐌹𐌲𐌷𐍄 𐍅𐌹𐍄𐌷𐍉𐌿𐍄 c𐍉𐌻𐍉𐍂". (Darkness is bit. the light without colour.) The rods that sink into the walls pushed out and fell. The runes light a dark green and door slides open on its own. "From here Nerta I best believe we follow your lead." Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Lead them she did, deep into the earth. The torches are the only source of light, their march the only sound, and their breath the only signs of life. Even rats avoided these halls, and the walls seem to close in the flickering light. Pausing by a junction, Nerta listens to the wind, and casts her glance around the dancing shadows. In times past someone had made this small room a camp: Rotten crates, broken barrels, a threadbare rope, scattered bones... The woman crouches amidst the wreckage, and casts a glittering glance over her shoulder to the Arch Rever himself. "This camp, isn't that old. And you could open the door. Just how many times have you tried this trip hammer-man?" Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Impi Wolfvern Message sent to Message to everyone in Wudenkin "I've been down here once and that in the early stages of me taking rulership. I needed to know what layer in every corner within my realm. I never went very far due to voices and in a strange place. Very ruler knows the way in here. All secrets are shared when a ruler is taken." " I found etchings of words in the room when I first came. I believe to be echos of what happened here. If I remember correctly ..." Impi moved to the to a rumbled table broken in pieces. Looks at the table careful " Here it said daimon steel." The put his on against the table and faint words could so silently be heard. Next he moved to the barrel crushed as if by a blunt force. " Here laid the crushed stone as hit by a blunt object. Lastly he grabs a torch and begins scanning the floor. Their were slashes still engraved along the floor as if a fight happened. All the markings he seen before were still there but looked as it aged. Several cuts and dent marks was spread among the location. D𐌴𐌰𐍄𐌷 𐍅𐌰𐍂𐍂𐌹𐍉𐍂, h𐌴𐍂 c𐌷𐌰𐌼𐍀𐌹𐍉𐌽𐍃 (Death Warrior, Her Champions) The voice spoke clearly once again to him. T𐌷𐌴𐌸 𐍃𐍄𐌹𐌻𐌻 𐍅𐍉𐌽𐌳𐌴𐍂 (They still wonder) "And the same words I still here but dont understand " I had hope you'd know more. I hope I am correct. Impi Wolfvern (Arch Rever of the Saints of Revon)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Wudenkin Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)