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by Tracian Empire » Mon Aug 09, 2021 3:32 pm
by Elerian » Thu Aug 12, 2021 11:45 pm
by Zedeshia » Fri Aug 13, 2021 6:28 pm
by Elysian Kentarchy » Tue Aug 17, 2021 4:11 am
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:Elysian Kentarchy wrote:
The Last Admiral
Me and my companion, the maiden, ride together silently on the horse I borrowed, her head pressed against my back and her arms wrapped around my waist so she doesn't lose balance. As we ride I cannot help but contemplate her face that I have grown so familiar with, the parts of it that isn't covered by a mask anyway. Compared to how she looked three years ago, while her vestments and appearance remain clean, her black hair has grown threaded with grey while a few wrinkles have appeared, put there less by age and more by stress. A reminder that if we do not win this time then Achysia will be lost, because the Maidens and the Lord General are the last pure symbols of our people. Lord General de Velira, a hero and the heir of the Bearer Velira, and the Maidens, the symbols of purity preserved from the evils of the world and of our faith, both of them are completely irreplaceable and as time continues on the less time they have with us. I know that but it is still my duty to kill this irreplacable woman who has been my faithful confidant for so long should the worst case situation arise. But war requires sacrifice, those have been the words that the Lord General and I have lived by.
I dismiss those thoughts from my mind and continue to ride, I have continued the war and sacrificed everything possible, embracing the role of the Last Admiral, so we could have this chance of victory. Even with the Emperor as dead as the other two Emperors we remain, even if we are on the edge of the abyss, we cannot go quietly into the darkness.
We arrive and, after I help the Maiden dismount, we approach the man waiting for us and the Maiden calmly sits in the grass while I take in the sight and the air. "You were right in your description of this place, General de Villegaignon, it is... calming... and something I have not really seen since I have departed for the sea and I was never fond of palaces and politics, preferring to leave such things to Lord General de Velira. He sends you his regards by the way, Duke de Bellegarde."
Éric de Villegaignon
"Oh, my upbringing taught me to be careful with blades and words, for both can start and end wars. That's what my father used to say, a long while ago... That's the terrible part of getting old, it seems... you fail to perceive that something you recall being not so distant is older than someone you know... time is a tricky god, it seems. Please, both of you, take a seat. Enjoy the view a little... you spend a lot of time in the sea but you never get to properly enjoy it. See, the waves form patterns... they come and go, as if they gently push the breeze towards us, pulling it back gently... well, I digress, as I believe that you are here to ask me something."
Éric took a deep breath, as his eyes watched the sea come and go in a peaceful pattern that slowly disappeared into a seemingly endless blue, as he drank something from a bottle he had below his leg. Even if he was alone with two Achysians, the man seemed completely relaxed, holding the sword within its holster on his lap, but keeping his eyes on the horizon.
"Oh, yes... so you do know the General de Velira. Send my regards to him the next time you're in contact, as he gave to me an excellent fight, something I can't say I am frequently involved with. Modesty set aside, swordfighters across the world tend to be reckless... there's no study of the method, no planning, just an everlasting addiction to the adrenaline of seeing a blade directed to him... I digress once again. The title is not yet restored properly, so it is Constable de Villegaignon, as you can notice by Audace back here and the brooch. But please, allow me to ask you something... Are you acquainted with the mademoiselle Illania de Velira? I didn't get the chance of talking too much with her, given a series of events I may or may not speak about in this conversation. What do you wish to know of me, Admiral?"
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Kingdom of Irhk » Tue Aug 24, 2021 10:46 am
Elysian Kentarchy wrote:Kingdom of Irhk wrote:
Éric de Villegaignon
"Oh, my upbringing taught me to be careful with blades and words, for both can start and end wars. That's what my father used to say, a long while ago... That's the terrible part of getting old, it seems... you fail to perceive that something you recall being not so distant is older than someone you know... time is a tricky god, it seems. Please, both of you, take a seat. Enjoy the view a little... you spend a lot of time in the sea but you never get to properly enjoy it. See, the waves form patterns... they come and go, as if they gently push the breeze towards us, pulling it back gently... well, I digress, as I believe that you are here to ask me something."
Éric took a deep breath, as his eyes watched the sea come and go in a peaceful pattern that slowly disappeared into a seemingly endless blue, as he drank something from a bottle he had below his leg. Even if he was alone with two Achysians, the man seemed completely relaxed, holding the sword within its holster on his lap, but keeping his eyes on the horizon.
"Oh, yes... so you do know the General de Velira. Send my regards to him the next time you're in contact, as he gave to me an excellent fight, something I can't say I am frequently involved with. Modesty set aside, swordfighters across the world tend to be reckless... there's no study of the method, no planning, just an everlasting addiction to the adrenaline of seeing a blade directed to him... I digress once again. The title is not yet restored properly, so it is Constable de Villegaignon, as you can notice by Audace back here and the brooch. But please, allow me to ask you something... Are you acquainted with the mademoiselle Illania de Velira? I didn't get the chance of talking too much with her, given a series of events I may or may not speak about in this conversation. What do you wish to know of me, Admiral?"
The Last Admiral
He guides the blind maiden to a seat before taking a seat of his own. Behind his mask his mouth twitches down into a frown. "Seeing as her father Asterius, may he rest in peace, named me and my late wife her godparents when she was born I would say that yes, I know young Illania well, I have never had the pleasure of knowing a more kind and gentle woman than her but war changes everyone. Which on the topic of her, how is she? Is she even still alive or was she handed over to the Faith to be 'saved' as was done to her great-aunt back when war raged on the mainland?" The Last Admiral's tone isn't hostile per se but it is one of someone who is remembering an extremely bitter event. And why wouldn't he? Lady Julianne de Velira did not deserve what happened to her, even as a full grown woman she had maintained her childlike innocence and gentleness that disarmed even the most hostile of men and beast... and Augustine's rage at what happened to her terrified everyone, friend and foe, to the point even the Lord Mavrakis was worried that Augustine would burn the Haliarchy to the ground in a fit of madness, such was the vengeance he unleashed.
by Ormata » Wed Aug 25, 2021 3:32 am
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by Remnants of Exilvania » Tue Aug 31, 2021 1:08 pm
by Faal Lot Himdah » Thu Nov 04, 2021 4:03 pm
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Elerian » Fri Nov 05, 2021 6:50 pm
by Faal Lot Himdah » Sun Nov 07, 2021 6:33 am
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Remnants of Exilvania » Sun Nov 07, 2021 2:51 pm
by Intermountain States » Sun Nov 07, 2021 6:54 pm
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:I'm a third party voter. Trust me when I say this: Not even a lifetime supply of tacos could convince me to vote for either Hillary or Trump. I suspect I'm not the only third party voter who feels that way. I cost Hillary nothing. I cost Trump nothing. If I didn't vote for third party, I would have written in 'Batman'.
If you try to blame me, I will laugh in your face. I'm glad she lost. I got half my wish. :)
by Tracian Empire » Fri Nov 12, 2021 4:35 pm
NEL NOME DEI PIU 'SUBLIMI ARCONI DELLA CALARIA
IN THE NAME OF THE MOST SUBLIME ARCHONS OF CALARIA
AI POPOLI DI CARTARA
TO THE PEOPLES OF KARTARAWe, the Most Exalted Archons and Lords of the Most Sublime Republics of Calaria, through His Eminent Highness, Ercole Castaldi, Duke of Pekastro, Her Highness, Ornella Sorokas, Captain General of the Realm of the Sea, and His Excellency, Orsino Mosca, Sage of the Seas, wish to transmit the following to the peoples and leaders of the realms of Kartara that lie outside of our domains.
Alessia Hightide, corrupted mage of Achysia, evil sorceress, traitor towards all mortal races, war criminal and monster, has been surrendered to us by those Kartarans, men and women of honor who decried her crimes and the deaths of so many innocent civilians, Calarians and Katarans alike. She is now in the custody of the Bastarii, and she will be sent to the city of Arelano, where she will face a fair judgment under the eyes of the Exalted Archons and of the Gods, and if she will be found guilty, she will be thrown inside the Crystal Chasm, to fall forever through it until the last end of all days.
And for the people of Kartara, we will grant mercy. The Republic always honors its promises. Since the insane Achysian mage was surrendered to us before the day of the Holy Augur Megara the Enlighter, the Republic's forces will upheld their end of the bargain. In full accordance with the orders of his Eminent Highness, Ercole Castaldi, Duke of Pekastro, the troops fighting under the banner of the Most Exalted Republic will stop their campaigns of hunting and punishment in Kartara and will withdraw into the territories under the full control of the Republic. Peace will, for the time being, return to the islands, in the name of the First of the Augurs.
May the Sixteen and the Exitheon grant us many years of peace.
by Intermountain States » Sat Nov 13, 2021 12:09 pm
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:I'm a third party voter. Trust me when I say this: Not even a lifetime supply of tacos could convince me to vote for either Hillary or Trump. I suspect I'm not the only third party voter who feels that way. I cost Hillary nothing. I cost Trump nothing. If I didn't vote for third party, I would have written in 'Batman'.
If you try to blame me, I will laugh in your face. I'm glad she lost. I got half my wish. :)
by Zedeshia » Tue Nov 16, 2021 5:05 pm
by Faal Lot Himdah » Tue Nov 16, 2021 7:07 pm
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Intermountain States » Tue Nov 16, 2021 11:13 pm
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:I'm a third party voter. Trust me when I say this: Not even a lifetime supply of tacos could convince me to vote for either Hillary or Trump. I suspect I'm not the only third party voter who feels that way. I cost Hillary nothing. I cost Trump nothing. If I didn't vote for third party, I would have written in 'Batman'.
If you try to blame me, I will laugh in your face. I'm glad she lost. I got half my wish. :)
by Ormata » Wed Nov 17, 2021 1:52 am
by Kylantha » Fri Nov 19, 2021 9:54 am
by Remnants of Exilvania » Wed Nov 24, 2021 4:14 pm
by Intermountain States » Thu Nov 25, 2021 3:02 pm
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:I'm a third party voter. Trust me when I say this: Not even a lifetime supply of tacos could convince me to vote for either Hillary or Trump. I suspect I'm not the only third party voter who feels that way. I cost Hillary nothing. I cost Trump nothing. If I didn't vote for third party, I would have written in 'Batman'.
If you try to blame me, I will laugh in your face. I'm glad she lost. I got half my wish. :)
by Elysian Kentarchy » Tue Nov 30, 2021 4:53 am
Tracian Empire wrote:
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Kingdom of Duivene
Ⴐⴄⴈⴀⴓⴋⴄ ⴃⴄ Ⴃⴓⴈⴅⴄⴌⴄ
Reiaume de Duivene
Virtute et valare luceo non uro
By virtue and valour I shine, but do not burn
Citadel of Chovers
Tower of the Augurs
Rooms of the Princess
Alexis remained quiet for a few moments, after she had heard the witch in front of her mention the name of her older brother. It was certainly still something that brought her a lot of sorrow. "It certainly doesn't matter.", she said, her voice sad an somewhat bitter, and the amethyst eyed girl seemed to, for a moment, be overwhelmed by memories of all the dear people that she had lost, of all the deaths that she had witnessed, of all the dreams and hopes that had died in her presence. She was one of the Seven Heroes, and she knew that she had saved countless lives... but there were just so many that she couldn't save, so much blood was staining her hands. And there was nothing she could do about it. "The past is lost. It's set in stone, it can not be changed. And all of the hopes, dreams, and futures that once existed, that once might have been accomplished, all the paths that we might have taken... they're all ashes and dust. They're gone. I often think about them, and wonder about them, and spend time lost in endless thoughts about what if.. but they are gone. It is the present that we should be focusing on, and the future." The bitterness from earlier seemed to dissipate a little, and the princess smiled, albeit a little sadly. "Too many have lost their lives for this. It doesn't matter who won and who lost, because in the end, even if the war is over, so many are still living their lives, so many are still living in misery and pain and fear. What is an Achysian revolt going to achieve, other than blood and ash and more death and pain? Nothing. What would the Holy Council's attempts to erase Achysia bright but the same thing? Pain, and suffering, for both those who might deserve it but especially for the innocent. I can not... we can not let this continue. It will lead to the complete destruction of both our peoples if we don't stop it."
Alexis sighed deeply, looking even more exhausted and broken than usual, if that was even possible. "I think that the only way out of this endless war is for the Holy Council is to withdraw from Achysia. Your people will swear that they will never again wage such a brutal war against the other realms, and we will swear that we will not get involved in your realm and with your people. It's such a vague idea, I know, I've never been much of a politician, but we need to end this. We need to end the fear of the Silver Realms that the Achysians will rise again and conquer and destroy them, and the fear of the Achysians that they will never again see their realm be free. I do not know how we can achieve this, or what can do in order to make it work, but I know that while maybe I can try to convince people in the Holy Council, I could never do anything on the Achysian side. So this is where I would need you, Illania. You don't even need to accept my proposal, my dream, to agree with it - for now. All you'd need to do, is to help me share it to the ones who might do something about it. Please."
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Tue Nov 30, 2021 5:11 am
Fereni wrote:Elysian Kentarchy wrote:???
Meta watched the unfolding events in slight horror, covering her mouth at the sight of Ma crashing into the wall. "Oh, no," she whispered, her hands shaking. "You... I hurt you? And you... left me..." At that, her hands curled into fists. "You left... You left me alone. I hate being alone." Her voice quavered. "Why did you leave me alone? When I didn't mean to hurt you..."
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Thu Dec 02, 2021 5:24 am
Tracian Empire wrote:
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The day after the Night of the Bloody Moons
Somewhere in Duivene
A ruined town
The masked figure had simply stood there, in front of the unholy altar, not moving, not breathing, and not giving any indication that he was aware of what was happening around him, even if he should have heard the commotion, the smoke bombs, and the running steps. It was as if he no longer cared about the world around him, or as if he was fully aware of what was coming, and he was expecting it, awaiting it, desiring it. But his motivations did not matter, and his thoughts were hidden, behind the smoke, behind his priestly robes, and behind his blank mask. It was only right as Silvia was next to him, in the brief moment as the knife's blade was moving towards his chest, that he turned around a little, but his eyes and his expression couldn't be seen by anyone. It was only after the blade pierced his chest that the mask dissipated into white smoke, revealing the boy's face and confused expression to her, but it was too late. Celio took a step behind, almost pushed back by the force with which she had stabbed him, but despite how surprised he seemed, he still seemed to be broken away from the world around him, as his eyes seem unfazed, ignoring the girl in front of him and her screams. He remained silent for a moment, and then, tears started slowly rolling down his cheeks, as he looked at the knife's handle protruding from his chest and then at Silvia, and then back at the knife again, and then once again at her.
"Why?", he asked, a single world escaping his lips in a somewhat raspy voice, before he coughed blood, as a rapidly expanding red stain was taking over his black robe. The pallor of his skin, already unnatural, seemed to grow even whiter, as he started breathing rapidly and roughly, gasping for air and coughing. The black snake, coiled around his arm, was hissing furiously, its ruby eyes staring directly at the girl and at her second, silver knife, seemingly on the verge of throwing itself at her, but the boy.... the boy fell down on his knees. He was dizzy and weak now, but he seemed to be more aware of his surroundings, than before, looking directly at her, as if trying to remember something that he might have never known to begin with. But his expression was now not only one of pain...he looked betrayed. He was crying, and clearly not only because of the pain, and so much meaning and force was concentrated in the way his crimson eyes looked at her. Confusion, fear, sadness. "Why.. does everyone.. hate me so..", he tried to ask her, but his voice was as low as a whisper. "Why.. does everyone.. always run away..." And then, he seemed to gather all the strength that he had left, and he stood up for a moment. "Who... are you?", he asked her, his voice louder for a moment, before he stumbled and fell on his knees again, blood now dripping freely from his wound.
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
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