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    Costume Contest Signups

    Costume Contest Signups To enter your skin in the Costume Contest, just reply to this post with your Minecraft IGN and an image of your skin. A poll will be made on the 25th to vote on all the skins. For more information check out this post.
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    2018 Halloween Costume Contest!

    Skin Costume Contest Along with our Interior brethren, the Ministry of Competition will be joining the Everneth Spooktacular with a Minecraft skin costume contest! Spookify your Minecraft skin with an awesome costume and the coolest, most unique entry will win limitless fame and glory! Rules: -Must be based off your original skin. Anyone can grab a scary skin online, try to be original and put some makeup and some spooky clothes on your own skin. The Ministry of Competition reserves the right to disqualify anyone who is found to be entering the competition with a skin they didn't make. -Nothing NSFW. In accordance with the Discord rules, keep your skin SFW. Mild gore is allowed, obviously. How to Join: Respond to this thread with your IGN and picture of your skin by October 25th. Between the 25th and 30th, the community will judge via forum poll considering aesthetics and spooky-ness and announce the winner on Halloween's Eve (30th), in a grand unveiling of the winner's skin which will stand as a statue forever proud on Halloween Isle! Unveiling: On October 30th, 3pm EST, the grand reveal will take place on Halloween Isle, under a massive Halloween Candy Bag.
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    Kingstone Entry Examinations

    Here is a link for more information about Kingstone. Looking to join Kingstone? Then this is the post for you, here are the official Kingstonian Entry Examinations*! Kingstonians are elite, outnumbered, and fiercely loyal. As such, the Kingstonian applicants for the Season Five Everneth Roleplay must be the very best. You're dedication, standards, and creativity will be tested if you wish to become a citizen of the Kingdom of Kingstone. Why join Kingstone over another faction? Well, Kingstone has a reputation of victory in Season 4, remaining undefeated against the unadulterated assault of Loden, the Desolate One, The Empire of Solis, and the Western Bandit Hordes. More impressive than this, however, is it's rich and immersive lore that has been crafted and refined for over six years. Kingstone prizes loyalty, pride, initiative, integrity, endurance, and determination. A Kingstonian is a bastion of strength and hard work. If all of this is attractive to you than you should continue reading below. Remind yourself that grammar, formatting, and effort all have the utmost importance to your chances of getting accepted into the kingdom. I also feel the need to say that many people have expressed a desire to join Kingstone and I wish to be outnumbered by enemies, so you will be competing with your fellow applicants. Kingstonians will begin to earn monthly allowance** as they rise to the ranks, as well as secret discord channels and war councils. There are six basic ranks of players who can call themselves Kingstonian. The King - The ruling monarch, King Icarus Forde at the time of writing. The Inner Circle - Through dedication and working closely alongside the King, these members have gained his deepest trust. The Kingsglaive - These legendary warriors protect the king with their lives and act out his will. The Vassal - Landowners who receive the King's protection and wealth for answering the call of war and fighting against the enemies of Kingstone. The Councilmen - Advisors to the above tiers, tasked with assisting their liege in construction and decision-making but are barred from fighting in war. The Laborer - Peasants paid per-job, serving as gatherers and builders supporting Kingstone's economy and infrastructure. Now, the road to becoming King is long and hard, and if you want to become King of Kingstone you'll be looking for me as a corpse, so I'll only be accepting Kingsglaive and below, as only going above and beyond the call of duty can earn you the title "Inner Circle". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joining the Kingsglaive - There are three basic requirements to becoming a part of the 'glaive of Kingstone. Unique Character Design/Roleplay Skill - The Kingsglaive are an integral reason Kingstone's military has seen such success, and their prevalence in the "Legend of Kingstone" require them to be interesting, unique, and immersive. A Character Profile would be infinitely helpful in your quest to becoming a member of the 'glaive. These players are held to a degree of roleplaying skill, this means your character must fit in the world of Kingstone, and the Everneth Universe at large, think low fantasy medieval, I'll be denying any TRON robots with nuke launchers. Finally, you must always respect roleplay etiquette. No meta-gaming (causing your character to act with information he/she shouldn't have but instead acting on information you have as a player), or controlling other characters (speaking for another player's character without permission or assuming your actions go without reaction, for example: avoid saying things like "I stab you in the throat, killing you instantly"). Loyalty to the Crown - Kingsglaive are defined by their loyalty. They obey the King's commands without hesitation and trust in his ability to lead the kingdom to further victory. As a result, I expect my Kingsglaive to respect Kingstone and defend it with your ((character's)) life. Its citizens and homes must be protected at all costs and an insult to Kingstone is an insult to you. Combat Proficiency - Kingsglaive are feared on the battlefield, and powered by Ike's magical weapons of war(Brisingr, Ax of Odin, etc) the earth must shudder under you as you walk. You won't be required to be Achilles or anything, but I expect the 'glaive to perform well in the field. All loyalty in the world is no replacement for raw talent and physical strength. Some vassals become Kingsglaive, but I have yet to have a Kingsglaive member that wasn't also a vassal. I am willing to work with you to help design your character and weapon as well as the circumstances in which your character meets the King and becomes a member of the 'glaive. Example Kingsglaive Application: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Vassal - There are two basic requirements (along with joining the event battles) to becoming a vassal Building Skill/Progression - The main job of a vassal of Kingstone is to build and rule over a small part of the kingdom's territory. This means you must be willing to start and finish your build. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was Kingstone, but I expect progress to be made, even if it's just fifteen minutes a day. Fiefs (areas of land given to vassals) must 'fit' in the Kingstone theme, this means doing your best to build something attractive, and believable. Medieval is a good theme to follow, but I'd also except high elf fantasy, oriental, etc. Just don't build any cars or spaceships, and don't build bigger than the capital itself. Character Uniqueness - Vassals also need to have their own characters to play as, but aren't expected to be as passionate about the lore and war as the Kingsglaive. However, like the Kingsglaive you would greatly benefit from a Character Profile. I am willing to work with you in designing your character as well as finding a purpose/theme for your build. Example Vassal Application: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Councilmen - Compared to the above two applicants, looking to become a part of someone's council is relatively easy. A councilman's main job is to assist their liege in any way they can. This usually means help them build/design their fief, or advise them in matters of state and politics. The councilman can be a priceless tool to a vassal or 'glaive, and unlike a laborer, members of a Kingstonian Council receive a monthly allowance. In order to become someone's councilmen, all you must do is earn a member of Kingstone's trust and attention. Vassals are responsible for their council just as the King is responsible for his vassals, so it is important for a councilman to be trustworthy as well as hardworking, as a vassal with too many councilmen can begin to lose track of his people. Councilmen cannot participate in official roleplay battles, as that would unbalance the teams in Kingstone's favor. Example of a vassal or 'glaive member officially accepting a councilman: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Laborer - The easiest rank to attain in Kingstone. The laborers are players who aren't so much interested in the roleplay or the wars, but rather making a paycheck or buying land in Kingstone. They import or gather materials for Kingstone in return for Kingstone Crowns** Kingstonian Laborers can also, of course, sell and work for other factions, a practice that would be very suspicious to any other rank. However, they do not receive a monthly allowance, nor are they allowed to participate in official roleplay battles, as that would unbalance the teams in Kingstone's favor. Example of a Laborer's Application: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Yes, I take it that seriously. The good news is though, that the harsher I am with the applicants, the more dedicated the people who actually end up joining are! **Kingstone Crowns (and a currently unnamed, unconfirmed silver coin) are the custom currency I will be minting in Season 5 of Everneth. Crowns can be used to buy real estate in the Capital, as well as steak/diamonds/fireworks. I'd ask that all applications come as replies to this thread. That said I wish you all good luck and encourage you to apply to any opposing or neutral roleplay factions if you aren't fortunate enough to make it in while we're recruiting.
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    Kingstone Entry Examinations

    The Kingstone Entry Examinations are now closed. Porter and Divine have been accepted into Kingstone. If you are currently a vassal and wish to also become Kingsglaive, or are not yet involved with Kingstone but would like to become a councilman or laborer, send me a private message on Discord @RashE#6503. Vassal and Kingsglaive applications will re-open as soon as an enemy faction in Season 5 gets six or more members (including the founder). For Kingstone!
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    A Great Empire Expands into Everneth.

    So every server I play on I end up building a great city/empire because I play Minecraft for the story building and architecture. I've gotten mostly God-gear again and it's time to begin construction. I suppose this thread might be a megathread for me to post updates and lore and residential opportunities and even, hopefully, conquest updates. But for now, I have to decide where it will go, what will be its name and place in my own persistent universe. Where will it go? Personally, I always build around 2,000 blocks away from spawn. This way I don't step on toes or take up space, but I've found that my cities often go unvisited and it all feels like a ruin or a relic from an ancient golden age. This server is more populated and healthy, in my opinion, but I still figure I should stay in spawn to be the backbone of the area's activity and a great monument for new players and old to become inspired and, by their visits, inspire me. I illustrated some ideas onto a piece of the geography: There are a couple problems with this setup, however. This map not only consumes an ungodly percentage of the residential area but it is simultaneously way too small for any kind of complex and reasonable capital city, let alone the great city of Kingstone. Pair that with the fact I haven't talked to the Parliment about this, it brings up a lot of problems so my eyes are set here: More about the city. I built a city called Kingstone once before, and it was to this day my favorite builds I have ever worked on, but it was destroyed in a reset and the server itself was less than active. While I still have the world and plan on finishing it someday offline, I feel it's glory must be public and as such, I am thinking this kingdom will be Kingstone Reborn. It will be as if Icarus Forde and Agusta Rustero's royal fleet landed here and colonized the fertile shores of eastern Everneth instead of Carrotcraft's mountainous plains. I imagine I will also have a great port with a few warships and one of them being the Lady Valkyrie, flagship of the new Royal Navy, and on this ship will be a nether portal to spawn where an identical flagship will roleplay sail you to Kingstone. Also, the horse route will be fully pathed and possibly with a bunch of cool forests and abandoned shelters maybe an inn and some terraformed greenery on the way. Too bad that everyone including myself with just Elytra over. Still, if I ever find a warhorse worth of the title of Boris 'the Bold' I will gladly use this path. The city will also have multiple tiers, and should the city ever come under siege, the attackers would need to fight through three levels of defense to capture the castle. With this, I will also try and fill each tier with the respective classes from the lowest peasant to the King and his Royal Family. Also, make sure to check out the church of the seven, and the multiple shrines to Bellona and Ra and other real-world deities. And the libraries, which will be teeming with lore surrounding the past present and fiction of Kingstone, Brytannia, and whispers of entire other universes. I appreciate you reading through this and pray you will continue to check up on this thread as I release pictures and progress reports, and when it is finally all built, you will see the stunning cinematic I create from all my builds.
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    Everneth Spooktacular: Trick or Treat Sign Ups

    RashE_ -2200, 1700 [Nether Hub: Red Corner, Bottom Floor, in the corner with the Eagle banners.]
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    Season 5 Roleplay Signups/ Faction Index

    Everneth Season 5 Roleplay Signups! Signing up for the roleplay is in no way mandatory, but this page can be a useful place to gather information, find a faction, or recruit members to your side! Simply respond to this post and I'll try and keep it updated with player-generated information. Below I have provided many different possible templates for the different situations, feel free to use them! More information and discussion can be found in our official roleplay discord server. Kingstone - This proud kingdom is reeling from recent wars, under King Icarus Forde they will attempt to rebuild the glory of their past and defend their beloved Capital. They are known for their disciplined military, the legendary Kingsglaive, and their pride. King Icarus Forde (RashE_) Alfrety of Lletya (Alfretyuu) Nicku Crestshade (Nicku_Crestshade) Arlin Zumrik (Remy_) Kordon Luis (TheSteelNinja14) Ragnar The Great (DefendPopPunk) Bewcastle Trade Confederation - This neutral city-state is a hub for trade and peace between nations. Mind RTD Unit 001 Maphya - A mercenary group famous for their role in filling in for warriors who are absent. (abcfree4all)-aka-(Impatient) (OK8) (HGWicks) Level 1; Builds: 1 Town Hall, 1 Banner Design, 3 House, 1 Guard Tower, Lighting, Banner Design Hero's Village - Lit Af; A Village Of Heroes Who Follow No King Wulfric (Warwolf595) Riki (rolo_) Admiral Momo (FearlessPie) Noah Hansen (NoahLot_) (Pandeoo) Keshi Wawaash (boofsly) Dorian Mercer (Beolyx) (Cerium) Looking for a faction? Respond to this post with your IGN and let me know you're interested in finding a faction to join. I'll add you to the list and when factions are recruiting they can find you easily. Optionally, add your discord name for quicker communication! (Example: "Name#1234") Want your faction added to the list? Respond to this post with information based on your faction, or use the template below: Thanks for reading and I wish you luck in the calamity to come.
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    Introducing: Kingstone Crowns!

    Introducing... Kingstone Crowns What are Kingstone Crowns? Crowns are the custom currency of Kingstone, in-game they appear as written books and are used for all kinds of goods and services specific to Kingstone. They even have a neat custom texture in the un-official roleplay texturepack (if Optifine ever updates to 1.13.1), which changes dynamically depending on how many coins are in the stack. Why Crowns over diamonds? Anyone can grind out diamonds and then inflate the market, and a new custom currency can be pretty fun. I mint Kingstone Crowns in an effort to promote the roleplay community, as they are awarded for roleplay battles, quests, and bounties! Vassals and members of the Kingsglaive also get a weekly salary of crowns. Can't Crowns be counterfeit? Written books have the added security of being both signed and minted by me, so as long as the book is signed "by RashE_" and a "Copy of Original" you know you have a genuine token. Technically, someone could murder me while I am minting coins, steal the original, and temporarily craft their own, but since that hasn't been done to date and is technically griefing, you can rest assured that these coins are safe. What can you buy with Crowns? All the good consumables, such as fireworks, steak, and diamonds. The marketplaces in Kingstone are also stocked with all kinds of enchanted books such as: Mending, Unbreaking III, Silk Touch, Fortune III, Thorns III, Protection IV, and Flame. Crowns can also be used to buy real estate in the Capital, ranging from small houses to medium houses containing businesses such as blacksmiths and bakeries, to massive manors in the heart of the city. Where can I get Crowns? The most efficient way would be to join the roleplay battles, but you can also get them from Kingstone quests and bounties from the Official RP Discord's #oakstead-bulletin chat. Lastly, you can buy them in spawn with diamonds, emeralds, ink sacs, and oak logs. Look for a horse wagon with a golden crown on top in the shopping district. Prices: (Prices are subject to change as supply and demand fluctuate.) Items bought with Crowns(found in the Kingstone Marketplace): -256 Crowns (16 Stacks) buys a Mansion in the Inner City(I am thinking about holding these at auction.) -128 Crowns (8 Stacks) buys a medium house w/ side business -64 Crowns (4 Stacks) buys a small house in the outer city -48 Crowns (3 Stacks) buys an enchanted Mending book -32 Crowns (2 Stacks) buys an enchanted Unbreaking III book -16 Crowns buys an enchanted Silk Touch book -16 Crowns buys an enchanted Fortune III book -8 Crowns buys two diamonds -4 Crowns buys a stack of firework rockets -4 Crowns buys a stack of steak Items sold for Crowns(found in the Shopping District, -228,72,79): -1 Diamond buys 4 Crowns -1 Emerald buys 2 Crowns -64 Oak Logs buys 2 Crowns -64 Ink Sacs buys 8 Crowns Salaries for Vassals and Members of the Kingsglaive: -Vassals earn 50 Crowns per week -Kingsglaive Members earn 30 Crowns per week -Councilmen earn 10 Crowns per week
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    Ultra Hardcore Season X Signups

    Nicku and I will be joining this UHC. The Pisano Brothers
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    1000 Posts Game

    A stack of 64 posts.
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    Character Profile: Dorian Mercer

    Dorian Mercer Dorian Mercer is a character I designed for @Beolyx for use in the Season 5 Everneth Roleplay. Dorian and his sister Helena were two siblings of royalty in the faraway land of Mettenheim. Their childhoods were strict and bland as they were both molded for their royal destinies. Dorian Mercer learned swordplay and stewardship from the finest knights in the kingdom as Helena was taught the duties of a lady-in-waiting. As was customary in Mettenheim, the young princess was to be married off like a pawn for diplomatic favors and her father's renown. Helena had known this, but no one could prepare for a husband as cruel and repulsive as the Duke of Valonbray. It burned Dorian to see his dear sister try and tolerate this truly evil man, but even he did not expect the Duke to try and take her before their wedding day. When her screams wouldn't stop him, Helena killed the man before he got what he desired. Not even their father would listen when she told him the truth, and she was imprisoned that night, to be hung in the morning for her crime. Dorian was infuriated at his father's bigotry and betrayed by his culture's laws. He couldn't watch Helena be killed, and that night he slew both the prison guards and Dorian and Helena ran away together. Mettenheim declared them enemies of the realm and put hefty bounties on both of their heads. When the men and women of Hero's Village heard of Helena's defiant defeat of her would be rapist, and of Dorian's brave rescue, they gladly opened their arms to the two royal siblings.
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    Everneth's Ninth Council Nomination: Nominate Here!

    I nominate Kordon as well. Go get 'em, kid.
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    Kingstone Entry Examinations

    The Kingstone Entry Examinations are now open! Valland has surrendered, and it's time to rebuild! Any old applications are still valid but encouraged to update their information and add a bit more effort and flair. Good luck to everyone attempting to join the Kingdom. For Kingstone!
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    1000 Posts Game

    58, the atomic number for our own @Cerium
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    Of Mage and Men

    Of Mage and Men Icarus’ dimly lit study was still echoing with the voice of the translucent mage who claimed to me Wizard Marolot. The two of them were working together towards uncovering the location of Alfrety of Lletya. Rubbing his temples, King Icarus said, “We’ve been looking for him for months, from the ruins of Solis to the coasts of the Gold Sea, and we haven’t found a single dusty page.” Marolot stroked his ethereal beard, the study’s walls finally relinquishing the last reverberations of his voice. Silence reigned only a moment before he said, “Alfrety lives if that is what you’re suggesting. Each time he invoked the Eye I can sense it. Just hours ago he peered into its unholy depths… As far as finding him, you know how I-” “No.” the King interrupted, “as I’ve told you a hundred times before, we’re not going to unleash that corruption back into Kingstone so that you can play detective, even if we did find Fredrick, the risk of losing Kin-” Now it was his turn to be interrupted. The Shade had lazily leaned off the beam she had recently made her home. Thudding onto the floor behind him, the ghost jumped in surprise. The Shade’s voice was slow as she tried to convince him, “Ike… we’ve tried everything. You said it yourself, we’ve looked everywhere… and Marolot seems like he knows what he’s doing. At least we’d have a chance.” More silence. Icarus forced himself to be objective. To ignore the rage building at the thought of bringing the long-dead Lich back to life again for a hint at Fredrick’s location. The Shade was right, there were no other leads, and the old spirit in front of him was obviously sure of himself, and knew a surprising amount of the old Headmaster of the Wizards’ Tower. The old member of the Kingsglaive. “Fine. We’ll evacuate the Industrial District, and what few wizarding students remain along with Alana will hold the perimeter. I’m trusting in your word. I want to find Fredrick more than anyone, but if anyone dies in the pursuit of forbidden magic, it’s on your head.” For the first time since his arrival, a youthful glint illuminated the man's otherwise jaded eyes. "I assure you," Marolot swished the vast sleeve of his loose robe, sending a small hieroglyph-runed bronze katar falling into his other hand. "It won't be my first waltz with desert shadow magic." He said with a wink, turning toward the door to exit with the jar of sand. --- The next morning the Industrial District was evacuated into the Great Hall of Kingstone Castle, the officers living in the Wheat Gate’s towers followed them. The mages were standing together, ready to assist Marolot in the isolating and purifying of the Lich’s cursed soil. With a nod of his head, Icarus signaled for the ghastly mage to begin his work. As soon as the jar's lid was lifted, the smell of death and decay crawled into the morning air. Marolot raised both arms to the jar, and an energized hum began to tune forth from the glass. The ghost's glow intensified and reached forth from his outstretched arms to the sand in the jar as he began his incantation: "Emitte ... tu vester ... Origo!" As soon as his mouth formed the final word, the glass loyally shattered, shrapnel cutting across the fair face of a student. All fell silent as the sand seeped and fell, revealing a small form at the bottom. It was watched intensely until the parting sand no longer obscured it; the Mage Eye was sat before all on the pedestal. Bewildered, the King furrowed his brow. “Fredrick’s in the Eye?” Marolot's face flattened with contemplation, ignoring the yelping student clutching her cheek. "No, no... At least, I hope not." Marolot strode toward the pedestal and lifted the verdant Eye expectantly. "The incantation I used; A common one for curse investigation; it essentially commands: "Reveal your source". The Eye's presence here means that it must have been the origin of this curse. Or, at least..." The old mage trailed off, pacing in a circle still staring at the artifact. “Doesn’t surprise me, despite all the good it’s done us, that daemonic oculus haunts my dreams.” Relaxing his tensed shoulders, Ike continued, “But what does it mean for us? Fredrick isn’t here to seek its counsel.” Marolot whipped his head around, seemingly forgetting he was not alone. "Yes, well..." He seemed to struggle greatly with his thought path before suddenly chuckling once and continuing, "Oh, the mundane and foolish!" He laughed and straightened his face to explain, "You must have thought Alfrety was the only one who could divine with it, I take it." He held the Eye in front of him curiously, "No, indeed anyone could. Now, a weak man would be easily deceived and instantly killed by it, but... Anyone could." Toloram finally turned his gaze from the eye, scanning the crowd, lingering on the King. Icarus recoiled, “Even Fredrick would’ve been killed long ago had it not been for the protective lens that separated them, and it seems your spell conveniently left us without one. Now if you’d like to look into the abyss without that assurance, be my guest, but if you were hoping that I would blindly walk into a tragic death at the hand of my own ignorance, you’re to be disappointed. "That won't be necessary," Marolot said dismissively, stopping just a few paces in front of Icarus. "The lens he had was really nothing more than a black piece of glass, enchanted only to be more durable. Other than that, it was entirely mundane. The purpose is to obscure ones' vision: the less you see, the less you risk; and vice versa. Simplicity itself." The old wizard sighed deeply, uncomfortably balancing the Mage Eye between his fingers. "In any other circumstance, I would do it myself, but...I have long lost all I could leverage with this eye. Only those of flesh may convene with it." He locked eyes with Icarus, speaking slowly and gravely, "I can produce a lens fine enough to protect you just enough, but the task of actually looking through it... Falls to you." The next hours stretched seemingly endlessly until the glassmith emerged from a dark room, followed by Marolot carrying an onyx-black lens, still channeling some energy into it. "...There," He concluded, withdrawing a small stream of lights from the channeling, "Now even if he drops it like a fuc-" Marolot glanced up, jumping at the sight of Icarus already waiting outside of the door. "k-rha! Whe, It's ready, ahem, your majesty!" He blundered, awkwardly thrusting the lens and Eye to Icarus. Taking the Eye into his cupped hands, Icarus expected it would be warm with life, but was shocked to find it was cold as death. What other surprises do you have in store for me? He thought silently. Placing the cloudy glass lens against the Mage Eye, Icarus closed both eyes hard, exhaled and then poured his attention into the abyss.
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    Of Mage and Men

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    Of Mage and Men

    Pulling away from the terrible relic, Ike handed the Eye of Guthix back to Marolot. Still puzzling over the daemon’s last words and the implication of its seemingly prophetic abilities, Icarus noticed they were all staring at him. The first person he addressed was the ghost. “Pyramid of Nharr’zal. A week's flight away from here, Northeast. You heard of it?” Ike couldn’t help but glance back at the eye in Marolot's hands. It seemed to look different, now that he had spoken to it. For the first time Ike wanted to fling himself into it willingly. Marolot's tense shoulders relaxed, and he tilted his head in recollection. "Yes," He thought for a moment, "Nharr'zal... Alfrety has entire shelves dedicated to it in the headmaster's wing of his tower." Marolot's face panged with a hundred realizations. "IDIOT! FOOL AND IGNORAMUS! " Marolot raised both hands to the sides of his head in panic, shouting "Get everything you need to excavate a mountain and let's go! Time is of the ESSENCE here!" --- Now that Valland had surrendered, the Industrial district had returned to producing food and forks for the good people of Kingstone. Instead of shields, shovels were requested by the King as he announced he was putting together an excavation force. And so, the professional soldiers of the Northkeep would stand their watch alone as a long chain of wagons brought supplies from the Capital of Kingstone to the scorching desert that held their long lost friend. The journey there had taken a fortnight, and their trek through the ruins of Solis was uneventful. Ike knew had they arrived when he saw the ruins. Great sandstone pillars and what could’ve once been beautiful effigies sprung from the abandoned pyramid of Nharr’zal. The way was blocked by more than sand, and even the cold stone seemed bent on preventing passage. But with bluesteel picks and tireless hours the entrance was dug out. Long before they had made it through the tunnel they had heard the mage yelling, pleading to be heard and saved. The moment there was a gap wide enough for the mage, he quickly vaulted out of the sedimentary prison. Despite their often cold relationship, Ike couldn’t help but embrace the Mage. “Should’ve guessed you’d be fuckin’ around with sand,” he laughed into the elf’s ear, sparing his friend the truth of how they actually found him. The heat had evaporated any hint at tears before he shed them.
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    Valland: A Perspective of the Jailbreak

    It's perfect
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    1000 Posts Game

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    1000 Posts Game

    49. Name of an old friend, true story.
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    Operation: Rescue Pelagic

    Operation: Rescue Pelagic Despite its recent strategy, Mirkwood was glowing in the gentle morning sun and bustling with activity. She was one of many hamlets marked for being deconstructed, both to spare it from looters and also to make way for new construction projects. Stocky refugees and determined carpenters were busy chopping wood, harvesting plants, and hauling materials back to the capital. Icarus Forde was among them, digging graves for the countless elven villagers whose bodies were still stained with blight from the noxious attacks of their murderers. After the last of the soil was sent tumbling down over the coffin, Icarus took a step backward. Leaning against the end of the spade, he wiped his sweaty brow and admired his own handiwork. The ironwood gravestone he had carved wouldn’t rot or warp like conventional lumber would, and the oil finish he applied caused the epitaph to shine pristinely. “Arlin of Mirkwood.” “Here lies one of the most loyal friends of Kingstone that ever lived.” “Rest in peace, you’ll be dearly missed.” Icarus had resigned to digging one such grave for each of his friends who fell in the ‘Three Front War’. He had dug several other graves for the various loyal habitants of Mirkwood, and they were neatly aligned with their leader’s. The birds had gathered under the massive willow tree overlooking Arlin’s final resting spot, Ike addressed them with a sad smile. “You keep vigil over this place now, will you?” His hands were folded on the end of the spade similarly to how he would lean on Brisingr’s pommel. The surrounding workers gave Ike this solemn moment to mourn, and in his isolation, Icarus pulled a golden necklace up out from the inside of his gambeson. The Kingsglaive medallion was warm against his chest and shone brightly with Kingstonian Pride. The Kingsglaive all suffered a strict training regime, and along with the knowledge of sealing away Alvionspawn, they were also each bestowed with their one-of-a-kind weapon and a golden medallion. It had only been a fortnight since Kordon’s departure to the lands that Icarus now knew were called ‘Valland’ and still, Icarus couldn’t help but ponder the idea of checking up on him. With the help of Fredrick, Icarus had engineered these medallions to all be connected, allowing the King to peer into the surroundings of each of the Kingsglaive. This proved to be invaluable on the battlefield, as well as tracking them down in times of need. Now that Icarus had the thought, it was too hard to resist. Forming a fist around the trinket, Icarus bowed his head and felt his spirit rise away from the Earth. Flying west over the Augustus Mountain Range, the ground flew by in a blur. Over glistening rivers and flower spotted fields, soon Ike was plummeting into Valland. The city was gone as fast as it had appeared, and Ike’s vision went black as he fell through the ground. Slowing, his vision stopped in the center of a vault, piled high with glittering gold, treasures, and baubles. Sure as shit, Kordon’s medallion was among them, as well as the unmistakable sheath of the Prismarine Blade. Kordon wore the two religiously, and if they were locked away in this vault… The realization broke Ike’s focus, and with a gasp, he was standing again in the serene meadow. Boris, to the eastern road. He projected, hustling out past Mirkwood’s gate. A lumberjack was atop a wooden ladder, taking down the gorgeous welcome sign. Running past the fruitful orchids, Ike quickly spotted the war horse galloping down the road towards him. As he leaped into the saddle, Boris didn’t waste a moment in quickly turning around and riding hard toward the Capital. Sending the signal, Ike knew the remaining ‘glaive’s medallions would vibrate in response and beckon them to return to Kingstone at once. Noir and Alana were on patrol, the Shade was probably with her people, shaping their newly founded home-forest to their liking. Ragnar was already at the Kingsglaive HQ when Icarus arrived, still recovering and with no one waiting for him in Ravenscar, he opted to stay in the castle when he wasn’t with Zil Sa’hir. The headquarters contained several bookshelves and desks, and a large table in the center of the room. When Alana and Noir arrived from the patrol, Icarus began, “I had reason to believe something happened to Kordon. Both his medallion and his blade were both locked away in a vault. That’s not like him. Then I received this letter when I arrived at the capital.” he read it aloud: “THIS IS A LETTER TO KINGSTONE SEND DIRECTLY TO KING FORDE FROM KING JAY PORTER XX OFVALLAND Kordon has attempted to murder myself in my private library. Three of my men are missing limbs due to his actions. The library was only meant to be accessible to me and anyone I supervise, but Kordon got in. He believes I am responsible for a great tragedy when I am not. However, Kordon sadly must be executed because he is dangerous. Tomorrow morning, he will be executed unless you pay 1,000,000 Crowns. We will then discuss the specifics of what occured. However, the crowns must be paid before we will be able to let him go.  My Apologies, King Jay Porter XX” Icarus couldn’t help but read the final half with disgust and mockery. As he read aloud the threat on Kordon’s life, Ragnar snarled with rage, and shade gasped, concern filling her eyes. The whole Kingsglaive seemed unanimously offended with the death threat to against their comrade. Icarus continued, knowing that they understood the seriousness of the situation, “Now… I don’t know what tragedy he committed, or why this king’s name seems eerily familiar. But what I do know, is that Kordon would never betray my name and assassinate a foreign leader without good goddamn reason. And if this Jay knows anything at all about Kingstone, and how the Three Front War affected us, then he knows full well we can’t pay this ransom. Not by tomorrow. Whatever Kordon learned in that library must’ve been important enough for him to warrant his death in order to ensure his silence. Now I think you’d agree, that we’ve already lost too many of our own. There is no way in hell I’ll let another one of our order die. What I am about to say doesn’t leave this room. We either sit around and let another good man die, or we can kick in the door and free our friend. Whose with me?” The answer was without hesitation. “For Kingstone!” “Then the plan is simple. Time is of the essence if we can’t get to him before daybreak, he’s finished. We’re to embark as soon as possible. Through his medallion, we’ll follow Kordon’s path through the mountains to Valland. Using the night as cover, we’ll slip past their defenses as a small team, and bust him out. You know I’d prefer to break down the gate, but the second they catch wind of our assault, they’ll slit his throat where he stands. This means we are going for stealth and speed, as a result, I am forbidding the use of the Curse unless the situation becomes life-threatening. At least until after we recover Kordon. The primary objective is to get our boy home, but we also must prioritize recovering his blade and medallion. If they figure out the siphon, Bellona knows the last thing we need is a greedy idiot losing himself in the pursuit of the Curse. Dismissed.” As they leaped from their chairs and back towards their rooms and armory, Icarus checked on Kordon’s medallion again. --- The next hour was spent preparing for their invasion. The Kingsglaive were equipped with the waning stock of Fredrick’s ‘Orange’ draught. Knives were sharpened, and plate armor was covered in black leather cloaks. Invading a foreign country with the ‘glaive would provoke Valland, and might even be considered an act of war. But as far as Ike was concerned, Kordon must be saved, and Valland gave up any chance at peace when she threatened his life and put a price tag on it. They road out together as the night darkened further and galloped to the west with vengeance in their hearts. It wasn’t long until they dark silhouette of Valland’s walls began to appear over the horizon. “So close, and we never knew…” Icarus heard the shade whisper into his back. During the Three Front War, Kingstone’s scouts were constantly sent on martial reconnaissance, and before that, all hands were on deck building Kingstone. Combined with the fact that Valland was in the opposite direction of Solis, it was unsurprising that they hadn’t met before. Still, Ike had to admit, the two countries did share a close border. “Halt,” Icarus commanded. The horses would be too loud and large to approach the city undetected and were tied against the trees and hid by the cover of forest and night both. Despite not being in the ‘glaive, Icarus decided to bring Zil Sa’hir along. His stealth would be invaluable, and he got a good word into the King from Ragnar. Ike peered out towards the city, taking it all in and noting the details. “Looks like they have plenty of arrow coverage. I can see guardsmen patrolling through the eastern wall… Looks like the southern border is open to the sea, however. Zil, Nicku, you two will sneak around that southern seaguard tower and take out the scouts there, while the Shade waits to ambush the incoming guard patrol, Zil I need you to tie these ropes to the crenelations at the top. You must be very very careful to make sure they’re tight. If those ropes give we’ll make a scene and break our necks, understood?” As if the night wasn’t dark enough, Agista had spectral ravens block out the moonlight illuminating the rest of the ‘glaive and they quietly advanced west by the coast. Quicker than Ike expected, the ropes were tossed down to the base of the tower, and the remaining ‘glaive members quietly scaled the tower. A shadow moved near the stairs and quietly Icarus whispered, “Red like Roses,” “Yellow like Gold,” replied the shade, confidently climbing up to meet them, her hammer was drawn and bloodied. From the vantage point of the tower, Icarus got a good view from the inside of the city. “Well, based by the number of guards, I bet that stairway in the hill is where they’re keeping him.” Icarus took note of the massive warship that was slowly bobbing in the night’s tide. “The medallion was pretty far underground, probably near a mine. Wouldn’t surprise me if they wanted to the gold to go straight from the ground and into the vault.” Farther to the west, embedded into the same hill was another staircase. Supported with lumber and covered in rails, it was a painting-perfect mining operation. “There, farther west on that same hill. If that isn’t it, it’s not visible from here.” Icarus hoped his veteran’s intuition would be right. “Most of the wall guard will be looking out into the wilderness,” Agista commented, peeking down the stairs from where Nicku had come. “It’s the prison guard I’m worried about. Must have them running double shifts to make sure Kordon doesn’t escape. He must’ve given them hell to warrant this kind of watch.” Noir replied he was helping Zil pull the ropes up and fit them into loops again. “I could pull a distraction. Wonder how they’d react to a Spectral Swordfall over that pretty little ship of theirs.” Alana suggested. Icarus didn’t want to make a bigger scene than was necessary and definitely didn’t want to play the Spectral Swordfall card so early on. “No, Best bet is to sneak along the base of the wall in its shadow. Once we reach the main group of buildings we’ll have plenty of cover to take them from above. Agista and Noir, I want you two in front, you’re the cleanest killers we’ve got. Alana and Zil watch our six and the rest move single file through the dark. I’ll go ahead and clear a path down the tower.” Brisingr and Lightbringer both were to slow and loud for this kind of dance, so Icarus unsheathed the shattered greatsword which now served as a razor-sharp dagger. A floor below the peak of the tower, Icarus found two crumpled bodies hidden behind a bunch of barrels, the Shade’s handiwork. A floor below that, two guards were getting drunk and playing cards. The flickering light of the brazier was blocked by the man sitting with his back to the King. Crouching, Icarus made his way to them and in one quick, practiced motion slit the bigger man’s throat and pierced the other’s skull through the ear. Before anyone else could show, the party took the four bodies and dumped them into the sea on their way to the backside of Valland’s eastern wall. One by one they crossed the road and were quickly sneaking around the perimeter of the town center, it was here they started to overhear the voices of some of the prison guard, “-whatever happened to Kingstone, hearing about it must’ve really pissed him off to attack King Porter XX like that.” The reply was a high pitched nasally voice, Icarus peaked down the slope and saw the two were facing away from them. “I wouldn’t think it was the king’s fault. Where’s the profit in pissing off the Eagle? For all we know the prisoner came here to kill Jay and make off with his riches.” This one was skinny and wore a kettle helm, the man he was talking to was stocky and shielded. They both carried halberds. In addition to the two men at the door, there were dozens of guards patrolling the area in line of sight of the prison’s entrance and even more near the town hall and dock. Icarus felt the air intensify as they waited for him to give the signal. There was no chance of sneaking in quietly, not with this many guards. With stealth out the window, the operation got a whole lot simpler. “FOR KINGSTONE!” he roared, and the whole ‘glaive sprinted down the hill chanting the battle cry. Before the kettle-hatted guard could even turn around, Ike had half crushed, half chopped his skull and chest. As he did, Agista was spinning wildly into the next man with her scythe. blood and sparks filled the air as she did. Alana was casting single bolts of lighting into the farther targets knocking them off their feet, and buying Kingstone time before they could reach the alarm. Nicku had spun her hammer into a charging spearman, crushing him between wall and hammer. Noir had made contact with three swordsmen, and as they darted in and thrusted, Noir spun around to the left and decapitated the flanked Vallandian. Ducking under the wide sideswing of the second, he parried the third’s downswing and cut him across the chest. Before the second man could react Noir had disarmed him and cut his throat, quickly turning back to the reeling third and impaling him through the heart. Ragnar was chasing after some routing archers, and Zil was locked in a clinch, which was ended when Agista chopped the opposing warrior in half, Zil’s face went pale with how close the scythe had come to gutting him. Agista smirked and vanished. A well-armored knight had charged into the square wielding a massive, four and a half foot long greatsword. Brisingr in hand Icarus blocked and dodged the yellow-blue knight’s cleaves. Feinting a two-handed downslice, Ike quickly spun into a chop towards the knight's shin, who fell flat on his face. Ike then pierced the small of his back, and an empty gasp left the man’s lips under his helmet. The ambush was a success, with Valland quickly routing from the area. Panting, Icarus commanded, “Zil and Agista, you two get the sword, we’ll get Kordon. Go!” As they turned towards the prison entranced, the reinforced metal doors swung open to greet them and inside was one very confused young warrior. Witnessing the dozens of bodies strewn around the base of the hill, he turned on his heel and ran screaming back down the stone corridors of Valland’s prison system. Shrugging, Icarus hustled down into the prison after them. There were even more men stationed inside what was beginning to seem less like a dungeon and more like a labyrinth. Stretching halls and twisting turns had them fighting in dense melee at every corner. Finally, Ike had found Kordon Luis, sitting uneasily in a chair situated in the corner of one very prestigious cell. The floor gleamed with teal reflection. As Ike busted through the door’s locking mechanism with a particularly forced bash of his pommel, the entrance to the cell flew back against the wall. It was only then that Ike noticed a second person in his cell. He was no prisoner, Ike could tell from his bluesteel plate armor. “Kordon, thank Bellona. We’re busting you out.” Ike couldn’t help but glance at the Drowned as he kept the point of Brisingr pointed squarely into the throat of the armored drunk. Nonchalantly, he raised his arms over his head with a smile. Icarus scowled as he asked, “What is going on here?” “I’ll explain later, thank the gods you are here.” Kordon was already sitting up, making his way towards the ruined metal door. Ike was pulling out a wrapped bundle that was hanging from his belt, “Both of us know you don’t belong in this cell. The rest of the ‘glaive are here too. Take this, there is a melee in the hallway. Your new friends aren’t taking very kindly to us forcing in here.” Unraveling the bundle revealed a closely weaved chainmail cloak, with a thin layer of black silk encasing it. Glancing once more at the stranger in the corner, he donned the chainmail cloak. “Okay, let’s rally everyone out. Did you get my blade perchance?” “No, we needed to bust you out first before they could kill you. We have a good idea where it’s at though. Take Lightbringer in the meantime,” unsheathing Ike’s silver claymore, he held the hilt towards Kordon. “Where do you think they are keeping it?” asked Kordon. They had made their way out of the cell now and were preparing to ambush a couple of the prison guard who were quick on their way to the melee on the upper level. With efficacy and finesse, the two were cut through before they could even scream. “Looked like some kind of a vault, from what I could see. And underground. If Valland is as greedy as I’ve heard, then they probably don’t wait between digging up the gold and storing it in their vault. The mine is our best lead right now.” Icarus explained through pants. The two had joined the others now and were spinning and dodging around gleaming blades and blurred cleaves. Inch by Inch the Kingsglaive cut their way up and out of the dungeon. “I saw the mine’s entrance when on a tour here, follow me,” Kordon ran onward. As they ran to meet up with Zil and Agista, Icarus realized that if Kordon hadn’t recalled his blade by now, it’s because the vault was sealed airtight and there was no place for the water droplets of the Prismarine Blade to flow out to him. Not that it would help in recovering the medallion, of course. As Ike had seen from the tower, the mine and the prison weren’t too far away at all, and they were there in seconds. As they made their way down the chasm, a feminine voice interrupted their descent. “Red like Roses.” “Yellow like Gold,” Kordon replied as Agista leaned into the moonlight. She had suffered a gash to her shoulder and blood was trailing down her left arm in droplets on the floor. Zil was watching the bottom of the staircase, a vigil in the dark. “You o-” Ike was interrupted by her annoyed response. “I’m fine. But the vault is even more protected than the prison.” Agista’s eyes were dripping ink, her scythe was stained crimson. “Anything we can’t handle?” Noir responded, flexing his shield arm to keep it awake under the binds of his aegis. “Wall of spearmen. Crossbows behind them.” Zil piped up. A small dagger was gleaming in the crescent’s rays. “Understood.” the King replied. Turning towards the shade, Ike nodded towards the base of the stairs, she smiled. Quickly the ‘glaive made room as Nicku and Icarus hurried down the steps, and once they reached the end, Nicku had dived past him and was caught mid-air by each leg as Ike spun her around several times before letting momentum fly her down down the shaft, her hammer spiraling through the air. Bolts were fired and deflected off the plate armored Shade as she crashed through the spearmen and the defending ranks were smashed. The scene had caused many of them to rout and with the way cleared, The Kingsglaive had made their way to the Vault of Valland. They had no time to pry it open and Icarus quickly decided to melt the golden door with Brisingr’s fury. As soon as the lock failed, Kordon was the first into the vault, shoving Lightbringer back into the arms of his king. With medallion and the Prismarine Blade back in hand, all that was left to do was escape with their lives. The reserved city guard were surely being awoken as they left the mine and ran from the city, leaving corpses and broken doors behind them. They left as they came in, around the southern seaguard tower and soon they had returned to their leashed steads. As they rode out into the night, Icarus had waited long enough. “Kordon. What was in that Library?” The question was on everyone’s mind and the cheering Kingsglaive grew silent to hear the Drowned’s answer. Swallowing hard, Kordon replied darkly, “Do you remember the Loden attacks?” Icarus’ heart sunk, “You kidding? I buried Arlin today.” “Well, Valland’s related. I read Porter’s personal log and discovered that he had released the Desolate One on us, and all just for profit…” The shade’s grip tightened. Ragnar cursed and Alana had to stop herself from blurting out a curse. The King stammered. “Wha- Are you certain? How could a city like that control an entity like the Desolance…? So that’s why they say you attacked him. I knew there was more to the story.” “Yeah. Apparently, King Jay had uncovered a book of evils. It described a summoning ritual who could bring forth the Desolate One, who would accept a death contract. Jay sent the Desolate One to raze Kingstone, in order to confederate Solis and expand their borders.” No one answered for a long time. Ike wouldn’t have believed it a few years ago, but now he knew it was true. Slowly Icarus began again. “If this is all true, we finally have a lead on that undead horror. We might be returning to Valland quicker than you’d like Kordon. I’ll kill every man in that city if it means freeing us from Loden’s blight and ambush. We can’t let what happened to Mirkwood happen to the Temple, or Ravenscar. Or new Kuiken…” “I’ll do whatever it takes to avenge them, and prevent more of our people from being killed,” Kordon vowed. Ike’s adrenaline was subsiding and he remembered her. “Listen, about the cervitaur. I’m sorry, I know that betrayal can hurt and that you two were really close-” Kordon cut him off. “Her name was Keshi. And I don’t think she knew about this. The book was heavily guarded, something so secret only Porter could access it.” He was facing forward in the saddle, but Icarus could tell his face was serious. Probably best not to push it. “We’ll all be home soon,” the shade whispered into the night.
  22. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Kingstone Entry Examinations

    The Kingstone Entry Examinations are now closed. Ragnar has been re-accepted into Kingstone for his story prevalence and complex character profile. If you are currently a vassal and wish to also become Kingsglaive, or are not yet involved with Kingstone but would like to become a councilman or laborer, send me a private message on Discord @RashE#6503. Vassal and Kingsglaive applications will re-open as soon as an enemy faction in Season 5 gets seven or more members (including the founder). For Kingstone!
  23. The Kingstone Council The war room of Kingstone Castle was grand and well lit that particular afternoon, and although many of the seats were empty, Icarus took solace in the familiar faces around him. Jace, Zil Sa'hir, all of the 'glaive, even the Shade was convinced to sit still and tough out the long meeting. Only Ragnar and Kordon were not here, although the King knew why. The mage has yet to be heard from still. After clearing his throat, the King began, "I called the council together again to discuss the current state of the realm and come together to forge a new path ahead. As you all know even in victory, war has a great cost. We fought that terrible war on three fronts for years, and now that it's over Kingstone is a shadow of what she once was. Villages were razed, people were slaughtered, and we must fill the power vacuum left by Solis. We have to begin reconstruction of new fiefs, and we have to recruit strong arms to maintain them. And so I'd like to introduce you all to Zil Sa'hir." Sitting uneasily against the ironwood backed chair he was in, Zil nodded once at the incoming glances and let the King finish, "He was allegedly living in the eastern desert, starving to death in the abandoned ruins of a temple found there. He was caught trying to steal food from the kitchens, but when I got to meet him I learned he was a man with a troubled past and certain skills. He will be serving the Kingdom from what is to be know known as Sa'hir Temple. He is currently in the process of rebuilding it now." Icarus motioned towards the two armored door guards and they each pulled open one side of the door leading into the hall. Inside stepped the Viking and the Drowned, looking battered but better, and so the King explained, "To those of you who haven't heard, Ragnar the Great and Kordon Luis have returned to us. Each has their own stories to tell and I'll leave it to them to tell it, but know that they are both headed towards a full recovery and are looking forward to rebuilding along with us." Icarus motioned for the two to sit and finished, "Now, what are we to do with this bruised province?"
  24. "In your state, I would prefer to send someone else... But if you do have a contact there, you might be the best bet at a deal that's helpful for both our two realms..." Tapping the table as he scratched his beard the King continued, "If you feel well enough, I permit you to travel with my seal to this new land. I'll send some of my guard to go along, but you shouldn't encounter anything you can't handle. Not with the power of the 'glaive in that sword." Pausing to allow a time for objections the King finished. "Along with Ragnar's return, I have cleared him to rebuild his old home, and I encourage any information regarding his old warband to be sent directly to him, I imagine a great many of his Vikings were among the refugees." After hours of discussing finance and martial matters, the Kingdom's crises were answered. Ravenscar and the old desert temple would be restored, the Kingsglaive would accompany the patrolling city guard in case of another Loden ambush, and each of the refugees would find food and shelter in return for their much-needed manpower reinvigorating the capital's industry. "I appreciate all you being here and look forward to our future. This council is adjourned. For Kingstone." "For Kingstone!" the council replied.
  25. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    1000 Posts Game

    The 44. What a weapon.