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As a Necromancer who plans better than dark Lords with no nose. I will just respawn. I edited my tag to essential in Skyrim exe.
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As a necromancer. I cannot claim to have brought JFK Back, but im off to buy a brand new gothic castle next week with a cursed ominously glowing clock that tolls dramatically.
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Start your own cult and buy discount choclate in 2 days
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Slight clarification, the Isle is named Favis but the two feuding city states within are Vich and Emiddley. The conflict spanning from dueling rulers claiming the Isle Throne.


Vichy then.

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Looks good to me. Apologies for the recent delays! Out of interest is your character from Favis or Vich? Mostly for flavour since there is some rivalry


Favis most likely.
Banned because clearly bandage is hiding a glowing questionable rock of doom.
*checks magic geiger counter*

Yup.
Hamerlin stayed quietl Seeing as the helm team had all his plans in great detail, the old elf was cold as a ice berg entirely umphased externally by the near miss from the trees Hamerlin headed out as he had to hide his wince as they had seen green and gone close to the trees... had they overloaded this flying gas bag with more gold than they should out of greed? If they did the chances of them making it out this valley system at the end just got lower and lower.

The route and plan already was testing the limits, overloaded would be asking fates to kick you in the balls. "Il check on bridge wing." He said heading out the doors to get a better view, while not ideal he could give them a damage report.

The wind howled by, the valley was confined, lower and far more precarious than flying high, from outside he felt the very winds that threatened to tear them to flaming scrap down a valley side and lay burning at its base. Flapping cloth greeted him, small tree limbs stuck to railings and what looked like a bird's nest or participle fluffy section was present but by quick estimate, the damage did not look tok bad and could wait till they got out the mess they where in. It seemed they had also picked up a child's kite, half a worn celebration banner and thank the gods, no loss of gas.

"Damage report, cover? Outer hull cloth damaged, inner compartment seems intact. Picked up debries. Need someone to go from top side or internal frames on that deck to be sure." He said without thinking in a simple combat damage report tone, direct, clear and quick but not rushed.

"anyone know the wireless, we might not get any signals but scan the bands, see if anyone is reporting our positions.? They mitht have scouts down here." He asked, looking a little blown frommthe stronger winds in thr valley and their break neck flight.
Lord and Lady Coswain

Temple of Lunaris


Lady under the moon


Persephone was having fun handing over the baskets as she watched Katherine's face change. Persephone was smart and could read people perfectly well, Katherine was clearly very much more than friendly with Daphne.

She held her expression but smiled as she watched her look at the food wrapped in soft insulated blanket material, thick soft blankets that had kept all the food nice and toasty still. Syas staff knew exactly how to keep something warm for delivery even if this was a special request and entirely caused by an evident potential relationship between the two. She had not missed the moment between them however out if it.

“Special order, I rode over for them. Sya expects the basket back, but i'm sure you can make use of the Blanket, nights are cold. I'll cover for you with Sya.” Persephone said with a laugh and a knowing smile. Sya and the staff at the Inn were quite formidable in their own way, it took being pretty tough to run the only Inn in the whole town. The blanket was soft, warm and just large enough that two people would have to Snuggle close but could share. She would find out later.

“I not seen Daphne like that with just anyone.” Persephone added with a heavy wink just to the priestess, she was not going to lie how she worked out but also not making it public at same time. She knew Katherine's Father and knew his daughter would not be a dull blade and miss her implications talking much more quietly and very very clearly.

OK she was teasing her, but Persephone was not exactly innocent, she had two children, grandchildren and knew exactly what people who liked each other did in private.

“If anyone gives you trouble, we can help.” Persephone said with a gentle tone but was very clear that she was not just a lady at court and quite capable on her own. “May Seluna bless you brightly.” Persephone said revonently and left her to her other duties, basket handed over. Seluna would appreciate it was a small but heartfelt joint offering, not fancy but intent mattered more than the value to Persephone.

She turned and adjusted her lean to kneel and switched her pose as the heavy sword rested alongside under the cloak. she lit a small candle and had her own more simple rituals. She heard the song from the woman, deeper, slower and more … personal. She had a beautiful voice and obviously had placed a lot of practice into her art and worship.

There was a far less formal religion at times with Seluna and every person had their own personal approach be it their profession, family or sect. Unlike the Auralians they could be less formal outside the cities and much more based on local and family traditions.

“May the light of the goddess and her blessings protect my family, bring Light in the darkest nights and hope my humble offering brings help to Katherine. Bless my Squire too, for she is family now, she had no others so she is part of ours now. Look out for her as one of us.”

Daphne carried on quietly, for her husband, children and grandchild, her devotion was quieter, more simple and austere but carried the same heartfelt meaning. She rose quietly leaving the lit and burning softly in a corner of the quiet temple. A little light in the darkness that had surrounded them.

Maybe she was selfish vs some but Persephone was greatly concerned about her family and their future.

Standing there she saw the white hair woman, she had smiled at her before and was not sure where she worked, not where she had seen, so maybe one of the larger places, royal Lodge, did not seem to fit As a trader or so… something else… She was …in a bad way, Persephone was very sharp with body language, half her role was reading body language and people's real intentions…while when she had actual work.

She was torn, she wanted her privacy but also this woman seemed in distress. Maybe she should show a little kindness? She padded softly but not too close in an accent deeply from Lunaris Capital. “Temples bring people together for a reason, sometimes we need more blessings than we can manage alone. Goddess be with you.”

She said thoughtfully and left the white haired woman alone returning to one of the benches and wondered what to do with her day. She had made her offerings, her prayers were not long winded or particularly complicated. Delivered the food. Her horse needed exercise but for now she enjoyed the calm and peace of the Temple. Right now in Dawn Haven she felt rudderless without what her life used to be, it was better in ways but Persephone was not sure what she was anymore or how to carry forward?

Slow calm breathing, she practiced the meditative form through her eyes flicked to the doors at a noise.

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Banned. Have some snow white 2025 tickets for free.

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Lord and Lady Coswain

Temple of Lunaris


Guard Camp training montage


Downing his ale Loed Coswain stood up and began to head out, the clear indication was that the innkeeper was the one taking charge and she would handle it. The small yet rather blighted Lamia was staring down the much larger pirate like he owed her gold… I'd. Well he was in greater trouble than law he thought with a mental laugh as he pushed the heavy door open walking out into the snow across the square to the town garrison, he needed to find someone to see if they could repair his breastplate and sort out the acid burns on his sword.

The town was quiet as he moved and Persephone was not in sight, already heading to the Temple, she was always the religious one of the couple and he knew she would be happy to be able to make her offerings.

“To the left of the camp m lord.” One of the sentry outside the camp said to his question about the smith and armoury walking in, his not bring a full part of the garrison but his rank and status, he still ws a full officer of Royal Guard. “Sir” one said as they headed out maybe late for a handover at a pace.

The camp was same as many others but split violently in two, with two large command tents visible, a large parade ground had been marked out for drills and soldiers were busy doing everything from sword drills, eating, cleaning or just playing dice games… he chose to ignore if currency was on the table and not look to closely.



“Swing it… sheild up, sheild up I mean, like… you fragging thick as your eyebrows, you dense ass rock brain.” He hered someone trying help practice with one who looked like a green shoot they had dragged along if the lack of status marks was accurate. The older Lunarian was getting annoyed and was starting to shout more than teach as he decided to fo fuck it, he would train him instead. He had nothing else to do while the armourer was taking a look at his gear.

“Stop, il take over.” He said as he grabbed a practice blade and shield from the rack and shook his head, just go as it was going nowhere.

“Right, what style where you trained in, and where. Im a Lord, but right now im your teacher, you hit me, il buy you a good meal. sound good” He began to try and understand the younger soldiers issues and where he could start to correct the error. The younger guardsman was nervous so he sat down and pulled over some water and began to study the problem before he began to fix what caused them,

A little incentive as he began to unpick the mystery. Bad workers blame their tools, good ones knew it was their mistake. After a few minutes he began to start sparring again, though his authority was clear, he was a more patient teacher and kept calling out what he needed to do after each bout and running through the how...and why he lost not just putting him on his ass.

Thr far more experienced Lord Castellan was putting him on his ass for sure, but would help him up and he was starting to last longer. The sound of training sword and sheild slamming together rang, bash, strikes, and parry sounding out amongst the other noises of camp.
Banned because everyone should drink more clear liquid.

It's just water lol
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