Whining about a log comment of "Jesus, man" when you're dealing with something as inherently OOC as accidental guard deaths is right up there with "soul aeon" and "my soul keeps being summoned away" in terms of awfulness.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
It bears pointing out that just a week ago Krysallis was railing against the pk elitism. Now we're froth mouthing about rp elitism because a dude used one word improperly in a city log that nobody reads. If we were good roleplays, we'd kick Theophilius out of Stavenn as the traitor that he is and cycle in the next victim. In other news, the rp blight (perceived) dredges on with no end in sight. Scientists are studying the effects of divine choirs associated with in the rise and fall of various types of undergarments.Could this be the turning point of the rpocalypse? Only time will tell. Tune in next week at 5, 6, and 8 for your updates.
It bears pointing out that just a week ago Krysallis was railing against the pk elitism. Now we're froth mouthing about rp elitism because a dude used one word improperly in a city log that nobody reads. If we were good roleplays, we'd kick Theophilius out of Stavenn as the traitor that he is and cycle in the next victim. In other news, the rp blight (perceived) dredges on with no end in sight. Scientists are studying the effects of divine choirs associated with in the rise and fall of various types of undergarments.Could this be the turning point of the rpocalypse? Only time will tell. Tune in next week at 5, 6, and 8 for your updates.
I'm just carrying on the tradition of the Empire, killing anybody who undermines the authority of the almighty Imperator of Stavenn. That guard back-talked me.
(Ring): Lartus says, "I heard Theophilus once threw a grenade and killed ten people." (Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
Septus' problem in KOTH games is that he forgets the winner is determined by control of the hills and not by who has the highest kill count. Left alone, he'll end up with 50 kills, 2 deaths, and zero points.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
Septus' problem in KOTH games is that he forgets the winner is determined by control of the hills and not by who has the highest kill count. Left alone, he'll end up with 50 kills, 2 deaths, and zero points.
He didn't even get to kill me though. It was a fun time.
Seraphyne concentrates briefly on a sketch of a Bard.
A feeling of peace and well being overcomes you.
Anger floods your mind, preventing you from getting pacified.
A feeling of anticipation and dread overcomes you.
Pain floods you as the power of the We note strikes you.
H -47 [8.7%] [55]
Bileshroud hit Seraphyne.
You feel a wave of sickness wash over you.
aff+ claustrophobia
def- caloric salve
Pain floods you as the power of the We note strikes you.
H -60 [11.0%] [70]
Bileshroud hit Seraphyne.
Seraphyne concentrates briefly on a sketch of a Bard.
A feeling of peace and well being overcomes you.
aff+ peace
You feel a wave of sickness wash over you.
aff+ masochism
aff+ stupidity
Pain floods you as the power of the We note strikes you.
H -47 [8.7%] [55]
Bileshroud hit Seraphyne.
A sudden piercing tone tears through your being, and a strange craving overcomes you.
aff+ addiction
aff+ impatience
Pain floods you as the power of the We note strikes you.
H -73 [13.4%] [85]
Bileshroud hit Seraphyne.
I always made jokes about classleads ending up like this. I didn't know it was actually going to happen. I don't think it would be so bad without peace-spam, but damn. Revoke classlead privs.
I always made jokes about classleads ending up like this. I didn't know it was actually going to happen. I don't think it would be so bad without peace-spam, but damn. Revoke classlead privs.
Bard has been like this for a year, you can hardly be surprised.
You can tell how everyone who posts in classleads has a PHD in game design and looks at everything through purely objective lenses. That's why this game's so beautifully balanced at all times!
Now that I'm out of class, Juran is half-correct, bard was always able to do this. However, it was very limited because you'd play yourself into no free resonance and you couldn't do -anything- useful. It was just a one and done gimmick that was followed by nothing and was bad.The situation is reversed now where you're eating 4-6 afflictions every 3rd or 4th combination and this just strengthens itself when you've got cruel-lament out (which you should). It's really just a bad design and too many overlapping mechanics.
A quick fix would be to remove pacifism from the aff pool. (could be a secondary aff like if vertigo or reckless pacifism)
Remove any sort of masked afflictions (includes curses blight, but w/e)
A follow up fix would be to spread the afflictions out over words/combinations longer. (Longer build up, makes it a reasonable pay off)
And you should probably math at the cooldowns because there's really no sacrifice here. They're all good all the time.
Classleads are rarely based in facts or empirical evidence, it's mostly just perception of imbalance (the great incinerate nerf of 2014). It doesn't take an advanced degree (or even a bachelors) to look at the ratio of affs/time or damage/time with bards (bloodfreeze, old bellow) and realize that something is off there. It's sort of like when you could trigger off of pacifism and no one could attack back while they died. You and the admin defended that decision too You later reneged (enter perception) when it was used against you.
I didn't read half your post because it was too long, but I'm going to respond like I did anyway and claim that peace was totally balanced when I was using it, but it's unfair when people use it against me.
Also, any profession I use should be buffed a lot and any profession @Septus uses should be nerfed. because he's way too good with any profession. Literally anything he touches should be nerfed.
Ahkan, you're attacking me personally and just triggered paranoia and dementia on me and you're violating forums rule 1.
P.S. Hunters should get axestun back, but faster this time.
He's named in honor of the time I accidentally lured all of Ithaqua's wolves into Calais' campfire thing and then left :P. Accidentally (but really, it was).
So, it was a beautiful day in Necropolis. The Antiochian bashing federation had mustered their forces and had gone to do battle with Lhortae (what idiots). He'd thrashed them about ten different ways, but this time would be different. All variables had been accounted for. Nothing could go wrong.
dsl lhortae You swing a blackened steel sabre at Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a powerful strike. Damage dealt: 54 (some resisted) Remaining: 23.46% Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less. You swing a blackened steel sabre at Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a powerful strike. Damage dealt: 54 (some resisted) Remaining: 23.24% Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less. Balance Taken: 2.33s A fiery portal opens in the air before you. <-- You what now? Ahkan emerges into the room from a fiery portal. Your enhanced senses inform you that Ahkan has entered A large, fire lit chamber nearby. Ahkan cheers wildly! <--- No, nooooooo! You have recovered balance. dsl lhortae Finishing his incantation, Lhortae creates a ball of incandescent power with his staff and hurls it down the stairwell. You slash viciously into Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a blackened steel sabre. Damage dealt: 57 (some resisted) Remaining: 22.22% Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less. With a lightning-quick motion, you slash Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a blackened steel sabre. Damage dealt: 57 (some resisted) Remaining: 21.99% Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less. Balance Taken: 2.33s (Ring): Shou says, "Chain on Ahkan!" <-- Adapt or die, come on Antioch. We have come so far! (Ring): Shou says, "Chain on Ahkan!" You have recovered balance. Lhortae, the Lich Lord exclaims, "I require more vitality. Yours will do!" Lhortae rises up to his full height and spreads his arms out wide. Streaks of black energy emanate from his staff and begin to crackle outwards. Lhortae has created a health-draining link through you. Get away from other people before he begins to drain them, too! <--- This is when you question atheism. The image of Ultrix blurs, fading to a green nebula as she vanishes to the down. Your enhanced senses inform you that Ultrix has entered Before a crumbling statue nearby. Ultrix's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain. Ultrix's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain. You feel the added electricity leave your body as Edmund leaves to the down. Your enhanced senses inform you that Edmund has entered Before a crumbling statue nearby. You say, "*sensored*" Shou Agarwaen says, "*Sensored*" d Before a crumbling statue. Edmund Darkstone is here, electricity coursing across his flesh. He wields a polished veritum sabre of ethereal glyphs in his left hand and a mithril shield in his right. s Your senses flare as a luminous green image drifts in from the up, its appearance sharpening to reveal Shou. Your enhanced senses inform you that Shou has entered Before a crumbling statue nearby. A dark waiting room. Gore is splattered about, a display of Septus's cruel handiwork. An irate ebon filly stands here on gangly legs, her ears pinned back in a comical yet annoyed manner. A pile of bones lie here, the remains of a skeletal hound. There are 2 Seraphic guardians here. The ever-shifting visage of Seria, Aspect of Moradeim, is here. She wields a lunar shield in her left hand and a Mace of Vahin in her right. Proprietor Ayanna Veliryan is here, wrapped in a torrential cyclone. She wields an azure and amethyst wyvern wolf broadsword in her left hand and a kite shield in her right. Anointed Warrior, Tassar Kei'daan is here. He wields a steel-plated tower shield in his left hand and a truesilver mace in his right. Apprentice Healer Eltarn Ashtear is here. He wields a tower shield in his left hand and a spiritual mace in his right. Caretaker Airamaya Aer'Avel Blood Warrior is here, covered in a thin sheen of ice. She wields a truesilver shield in her left hand and a Spellscourge sitara in her right. Aspirant Jules, of the Crusaders is here, waves weaving in intricate patterns around her. She wields a claymore in her hands. w A large office. The chain connecting you to Lhortae suddenly snaps, and the resulting whiplash of the broken chain snaps back at you, breaking your neck. Your personal Rift will hold no more pellet. There must be an unbroken chain of people afflicted by Lhortae's chains in each room between you and Lhortae. <dead> Your consciousness shifts, and you feel your body no more. <dead> Shou's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain. <dead> Ahkan's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain. <dead>
High Altar of the Stavennite Pantheon. [City of Stavenn.][18413]
The thick sweet smell of burning incense hangs heavily around the altar, tendrils of silky grey smoke rising up from the smouldering substances and disappearing into the air. Made of fine black marble, the altar is covered with layers of beautifully embroidered cloth and sheets of woven gold. Elaborate candelabras are placed intermittently about the round chamber, their brightly lit candles casting a warm flickering glow upon the white stone walls. Piled high at one end, resting on golden platters and in jeweled goblets, are various cuts of rawmeat and the finest Modin Valley wine, humbly offered to honour the Gods. A thin veil of red silk separates the altar from the nave to the south. Four stone archways lead to shadowed passages, glowing runes embedded into the stone beside each entrance. The Fountain of Aryana has been placed here, sparkling blue water cascading down the sides. Rising from the floor seamlessly, a black marble altar sits center of the room. There are 2 ravenous hounds here. A pathfinder bobs about in a circle, flexing its long wiry antennae. Small traces of light reflect upon the surface of the obsidian armour of a Deathknight's hound. Olorina Val'Sidos, the Red Queen is here, a scintillating aura of light surrounding her. Sharatar Baen'ath stands here wreathed in scintillating flames reminiscent of a rising phoenix. Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of Death is here, a soft glow of a multi-coloured aura surrounding her. She wields a lunar shield in her left hand and a mithril sabre in her right. Lord Cadeyrn Vaskal, Harbinger of the Damned is here, his incorporeal form ever-shifting. He wields a Souledge Sabre in his left hand. Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder is here, a scintillating aura of light surrounding him. He wields a wicked looking flail in his left hand and a mithril shield in his right. Anita Baen'ath is here. Giloin Val'Sidos, Eternal Nightmare is riding on a hideous hound. He wields a wicked looking flail in his left hand. The undead form of Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn is here. Fensrun is riding on a charred chariot. She is holding a buckler in her left hand.
Lord Cadeyrn Vaskal, Harbinger of the Damned says, "Well, it appears we are all here, so we shall begin."
Sweeping his gaze across the assembled group, Cadeyrn intones, "You are here to witness a momentous occasion, the induction of one of your own into the ancient order of Knights." Resting his hand on the sheathed sabre at his side, Cadeyrn continues, "Those of you who are not Revenants, will know the old tales of our Knights. These Knights were hard men, relentless in their pursuit of power and often consumed by their ambition. Those of you who are Revenants, you are aware of the Knights that stand before you, the dedication they have shown to the cause of Guild and Empire." Fixing his gaze upon Theophilus Cadeyrn resumes his speech, "One of you, has displayed these traits admirably for quite some time, rising in both the Guild and City to hold positions of influence and responsibility."
Drawing his sabre with a flourish, Cadeyrn commands, "Kneel, Theophilus."
Theophilus takes a few steps from the crowd and slowly kneel before Cadeyrn.
Theophilus kneels before Cadeyrn, swearing his allegiance to him.
Resting the flat of the blade on Theophilus' left shoulder, Cadeyrn intones," You have proven your worth, time and time again, to all of those who stand before you.
Theophilus lowers his head slightly, an outward display of humility. His pensive expression indicates nostalgia and reflection.
The blade crossing over the head of Theophilus as Cadeyrn continues, "As such I have the honour of naming you a Knight of the Empire, protector of the old ways, and our guide into the new." The blade in Cadeyrn's hand rests briefly on the right shoulder.
Lord Cadeyrn Vaskal, Harbinger of the Damned says, "You kneeled a mere soldier, and you will rise a Knight. Rise Sir Theophilus, of the Empire."
Theophilus stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Taking on a rigid posture, Theophilus wreathes his hand in crackling black energy and gives Cadeyrn a respectful salute.
Taking on a rigid posture, Cadeyrn wreathes his hand in crackling black energy and gives Theophilus a respectful salute.
Theophilus turns to face his audience, saluting them sharply.
Cadeyrn gives the ring of the Imperator to Ellarynth.
Cadeyrn gives the crown of the Imperator to Ellarynth.
Ellarynth holds the crown of the Imperator high above her for a moment, displaying it to all those present. In a loud voice which resonates to all ears present she speaks "It is a great honor for me to hold this crown and be able to present it to our newly appointed Imperator and Noble Theophilus."
Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of Death says to Theophilus, "You will feel the burden and weight of this crown as you wear it. Remember that as a constant reminder of how many people rely in you to conduct yourself with honor, truth, and Nobility."
Theophilus inclines his head toward Ellarynth respectfully.
Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of Death says to Theophilus, "Please kneel so that you may receive these symbols of your duty to this Empire."
Theophilus kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility and respect.
Ellarynth lowers the crown down upon Theophilus' head, staring intently into his eyes as she does. "Remember your place as one of service. Arise, now my Imperator and lead us all well."
Theophilus stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Theophilus adjusts the crown upon his head slightly.
Theophilus puts on the crown of the Imperator.
Ellarynth gives the ring of the Imperator to Theophilus.
Theophilus puts on the ring of the Imperator.
Ellarynth embraces Theophilus and plants a light kiss on either side of his cheek.
Having been commemorated as a Knight, Noble and Imperator of Stavenn, Theophilus faces his audience and clears his throat softly.
Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of Death says to Theophilus, "I am rather proud of what you've become."
Theophilus gazes across his audience and says, "I have grown to know many of you as I have worked hard to prove my dedication to the Empire." He reflects pensively, "I assure you that Stavenn is entering into a New Age, an age of prosperity and nobility, while still holding to the traditions upon which our city was founded."
Theophilus glances at Fensrun, Giloin, Ahkan and Kanthari.
Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn says, "In our midst are allies of Khandava. In the future, I will work hard alongside each of you to forge a stronger relationship with your Council. There is strength in numbers, and the bad blood I am aware of in the past will be washed clean with time."
Kanthari tilts his head minutely to one side, simply observing Theophilus.
Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn says, "We have lacked stability. The Imperators of recent years have come and gone quickly. I will loyally serve this Empire and I declare before each of you that we are ascending to new heights. I will lead you not by cracking a whip upon your backs, treating you as slaves, but lead you at the front lines. Whether I am engaging in scholarly research or fighting with you on the field of battle, I will never ask you to do anything that I would not for the sake of both Khandava and Stavenn's prosperity."
Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn says, "I thank each of you for attending."
Comments
We can be mildly entertaining at one another without being blatantly OOC. It's really not that challenging.
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
No, but I blame the Stavennite on my team. She forgot her weapons.
A pattern! (It was fun gj)
Strike two, my friend.
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
The man's a machine.
A MACHINE!
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
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The h is lowercase
Now that I'm out of class, Juran is half-correct, bard was always able to do this. However, it was very limited because you'd play yourself into no free resonance and you couldn't do -anything- useful. It was just a one and done gimmick that was followed by nothing and was bad.The situation is reversed now where you're eating 4-6 afflictions every 3rd or 4th combination and this just strengthens itself when you've got cruel-lament out (which you should). It's really just a bad design and too many overlapping mechanics.
(Ring): Lartus says, "Then it exploded."
(Ring): Zsetsu says, "Everyone's playing checkers, but Theophilus is playing chess."
So, it was a beautiful day in Necropolis. The Antiochian bashing federation had mustered their forces and had gone to do battle with Lhortae (what idiots). He'd thrashed them about ten different ways, but this time would be different. All variables had been accounted for. Nothing could go wrong.
dsl lhortae
You swing a blackened steel sabre at Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a powerful strike.
Damage dealt: 54 (some resisted) Remaining: 23.46%
Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less.
You swing a blackened steel sabre at Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a powerful strike.
Damage dealt: 54 (some resisted) Remaining: 23.24%
Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less.
Balance Taken: 2.33s
A fiery portal opens in the air before you. <-- You what now?
Ahkan emerges into the room from a fiery portal.
Your enhanced senses inform you that Ahkan has entered A large, fire lit chamber nearby.
Ahkan cheers wildly! <--- No, nooooooo!
You have recovered balance.
dsl lhortae
Finishing his incantation, Lhortae creates a ball of incandescent power with his staff and hurls it down the stairwell.
You slash viciously into Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a blackened steel sabre.
Damage dealt: 57 (some resisted) Remaining: 22.22%
Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less.
With a lightning-quick motion, you slash Lhortae, the Lich Lord with a blackened steel sabre.
Damage dealt: 57 (some resisted) Remaining: 21.99%
Adrenaline flows in your veins and your wounds hurt less.
Balance Taken: 2.33s
(Ring): Shou says, "Chain on Ahkan!" <-- Adapt or die, come on Antioch. We have come so far!
(Ring): Shou says, "Chain on Ahkan!"
You have recovered balance.
Lhortae, the Lich Lord exclaims, "I require more vitality. Yours will do!"
Lhortae rises up to his full height and spreads his arms out wide. Streaks of black energy emanate from his staff and begin to crackle outwards.
Lhortae has created a health-draining link through you. Get away from other people before he begins to drain them, too! <--- This is when you question atheism.
The image of Ultrix blurs, fading to a green nebula as she vanishes to the down.
Your enhanced senses inform you that Ultrix has entered Before a crumbling statue nearby.
Ultrix's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain.
Ultrix's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain.
You feel the added electricity leave your body as Edmund leaves to the down.
Your enhanced senses inform you that Edmund has entered Before a crumbling statue nearby.
You say, "*sensored*"
Shou Agarwaen says, "*Sensored*"
d
Before a crumbling statue.
Edmund Darkstone is here, electricity coursing across his flesh. He wields a polished veritum sabre of ethereal glyphs in his left hand and a mithril shield in his right.
s
Your senses flare as a luminous green image drifts in from the up, its appearance sharpening to reveal Shou.
Your enhanced senses inform you that Shou has entered Before a crumbling statue nearby.
A dark waiting room.
Gore is splattered about, a display of Septus's cruel handiwork. An irate ebon filly stands here on gangly legs, her ears pinned back in a comical yet annoyed manner. A pile of bones lie here, the remains of a skeletal hound. There are 2 Seraphic guardians here. The ever-shifting visage of Seria, Aspect of Moradeim, is here. She wields a lunar shield in her left hand and a Mace of Vahin in her right. Proprietor Ayanna Veliryan is here, wrapped in a torrential cyclone. She wields an azure and amethyst wyvern wolf broadsword in her left hand and a kite shield in her right. Anointed Warrior, Tassar Kei'daan is here. He wields a steel-plated tower shield in his left hand and a truesilver mace in his right. Apprentice Healer Eltarn Ashtear is here. He wields a tower shield in his left hand and a spiritual mace in his right. Caretaker Airamaya Aer'Avel Blood Warrior is here, covered in a thin sheen of ice. She wields a truesilver shield in her left hand and a Spellscourge sitara in her right. Aspirant Jules, of the Crusaders is here, waves weaving in intricate patterns around her. She wields a claymore in her hands.
w
A large office.
The chain connecting you to Lhortae suddenly snaps, and the resulting whiplash of the broken chain snaps back at you, breaking your neck.
Your personal Rift will hold no more pellet.
There must be an unbroken chain of people afflicted by Lhortae's chains in each room between you and Lhortae.
<dead>
Your consciousness shifts, and you feel your body no more.
<dead>
Shou's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain.
<dead>
Ahkan's neck has been broken by the breaking of Lhortae's chain.
<dead>
We forgot the rogue element.
High Altar of the Stavennite Pantheon. [City of
Stavenn.][18413]
The thick sweet smell of burning incense hangs heavily
around the altar, tendrils of silky grey smoke rising up from the smouldering
substances and disappearing into the air. Made of fine black marble, the altar
is covered with layers of beautifully embroidered cloth and sheets of woven
gold. Elaborate candelabras are placed intermittently about the round chamber,
their brightly lit candles casting a warm flickering glow upon the white stone
walls. Piled high at one end, resting on golden platters and in jeweled
goblets, are various cuts of rawmeat and the finest Modin Valley wine, humbly
offered to honour the Gods. A thin veil of red silk separates the altar from
the nave to the south. Four stone archways lead to shadowed passages, glowing
runes embedded into the stone beside each entrance. The Fountain of Aryana has
been placed here, sparkling blue water cascading down the sides. Rising from
the floor seamlessly, a black marble altar sits center of the room. There are 2
ravenous hounds here. A pathfinder bobs about in a circle, flexing its long
wiry antennae. Small traces of light reflect upon the surface of the obsidian
armour of a Deathknight's hound. Olorina Val'Sidos, the Red Queen is here, a
scintillating aura of light surrounding her. Sharatar Baen'ath stands here
wreathed in scintillating flames reminiscent of a rising phoenix. Singularity,
Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of Death is here, a soft glow of a
multi-coloured aura surrounding her. She wields a lunar shield in her left hand
and a mithril sabre in her right. Lord Cadeyrn Vaskal, Harbinger of the Damned
is here, his incorporeal form ever-shifting. He wields a Souledge Sabre in his
left hand. Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder is here, a scintillating aura
of light surrounding him. He wields a wicked looking flail in his left hand and
a mithril shield in his right. Anita Baen'ath is here. Giloin Val'Sidos,
Eternal Nightmare is riding on a hideous hound. He wields a wicked looking
flail in his left hand. The undead form of Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator
of Stavenn is here. Fensrun is riding on a charred chariot. She is holding a
buckler in her left hand.
e: south
In Room: Olorina, Sharatar, Ellarynth, Cadeyrn, Ahkan,
Anita, Giloin, Theophilus, Fensrun, Kanthari.
Lord Cadeyrn Vaskal, Harbinger of the Damned says,
"Well, it appears we are all here, so we shall begin."
Sweeping his gaze across the assembled group, Cadeyrn
intones, "You are here to witness a momentous occasion, the induction of
one of your own into the ancient order of Knights." Resting his hand on
the sheathed sabre at his side, Cadeyrn continues, "Those of you who are
not Revenants, will know the old tales of our Knights. These Knights were hard
men, relentless in their pursuit of power and often consumed by their ambition.
Those of you who are Revenants, you are aware of the Knights that stand before
you, the dedication they have shown to the cause of Guild and Empire."
Fixing his gaze upon Theophilus Cadeyrn resumes his speech, "One of you,
has displayed these traits admirably for quite some time, rising in both the
Guild and City to hold positions of influence and responsibility."
Drawing his sabre with a flourish, Cadeyrn commands,
"Kneel, Theophilus."
Theophilus takes a few steps from the crowd and slowly kneel
before Cadeyrn.
Theophilus kneels before Cadeyrn, swearing his allegiance to
him.
Resting the flat of the blade on Theophilus' left shoulder,
Cadeyrn intones," You have proven your worth, time and time again, to all
of those who stand before you.
Theophilus lowers his head slightly, an outward display of
humility. His pensive expression indicates nostalgia and reflection.
The blade crossing over the head of Theophilus as Cadeyrn
continues, "As such I have the honour of naming you a Knight of the
Empire, protector of the old ways, and our guide into the new." The blade
in Cadeyrn's hand rests briefly on the right shoulder.
Lord Cadeyrn Vaskal, Harbinger of the Damned says, "You
kneeled a mere soldier, and you will rise a Knight. Rise Sir Theophilus, of the
Empire."
Theophilus stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Taking on a rigid posture, Theophilus wreathes his hand in
crackling black energy and gives Cadeyrn a respectful salute.
Taking on a rigid posture, Cadeyrn wreathes his hand in
crackling black energy and gives Theophilus a respectful salute.
Theophilus turns to face his audience, saluting them
sharply.
Cadeyrn gives the ring of the Imperator to Ellarynth.
Cadeyrn gives the crown of the Imperator to Ellarynth.
Ellarynth holds the crown of the Imperator high above her
for a moment, displaying it to all those present. In a loud voice which
resonates to all ears present she speaks "It is a great honor for me to
hold this crown and be able to present it to our newly appointed Imperator and
Noble Theophilus."
Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of
Death says to Theophilus, "You will feel the burden and weight of this
crown as you wear it. Remember that as a constant reminder of how many people
rely in you to conduct yourself with honor, truth, and Nobility."
Theophilus inclines his head toward Ellarynth respectfully.
Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of
Death says to Theophilus, "Please kneel so that you may receive these
symbols of your duty to this Empire."
Theophilus kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility
and respect.
Ellarynth lowers the crown down upon Theophilus' head, staring
intently into his eyes as she does. "Remember your place as one of
service. Arise, now my Imperator and lead us all well."
Theophilus stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Theophilus adjusts the crown upon his head slightly.
Theophilus puts on the crown of the Imperator.
Ellarynth gives the ring of the Imperator to Theophilus.
Theophilus puts on the ring of the Imperator.
Ellarynth embraces Theophilus and plants a light kiss on
either side of his cheek.
Having been commemorated as a Knight, Noble and Imperator of
Stavenn, Theophilus faces his audience and clears his throat softly.
Singularity, Lady Ellarynth Lokrien Nessaja, Mistress of
Death says to Theophilus, "I am rather proud of what you've become."
Theophilus gazes across his audience and says, "I have
grown to know many of you as I have worked hard to prove my dedication to the
Empire." He reflects pensively, "I assure you that Stavenn is
entering into a New Age, an age of prosperity and nobility, while still holding
to the traditions upon which our city was founded."
Theophilus glances at Fensrun, Giloin, Ahkan and Kanthari.
Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn says,
"In our midst are allies of Khandava. In the future, I will work hard
alongside each of you to forge a stronger relationship with your Council. There
is strength in numbers, and the bad blood I am aware of in the past will be
washed clean with time."
Kanthari tilts his head minutely to one side, simply
observing Theophilus.
Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn says,
"We have lacked stability. The Imperators of recent years have come and
gone quickly. I will loyally serve this Empire and I declare before each of you
that we are ascending to new heights. I will lead you not by cracking a whip
upon your backs, treating you as slaves, but lead you at the front lines.
Whether I am engaging in scholarly research or fighting with you on the field
of battle, I will never ask you to do anything that I would not for the sake of
both Khandava and Stavenn's prosperity."
Lord Theophilus Aracelia, Imperator of Stavenn says, "I
thank each of you for attending."
Theophilus inclines his head respectfully.
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