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Aaaand there.

My ass here reading up on the lore topic every time I make a post, just so I can confirm I'm not just talking out of my ass.

He had wondered briefly, what would have happened if he had chosen to recall his sword back into the World Between Doors.

But alas, Otis preferred Ciara over Iraleth, and an overt betrayal with no follow-up meant nothing. He was happy enough to sit back and relax, his amber gaze having only settled upon the Leuvalt scion once before the start of the match. The rest? It was spent on observing the leylines, recording the doorframes, seeking out what arcane security measures were present. That environment-manipulating spell that the professor used was interesting. He made a mental record to review the footage on his Adapa. The leyline flux present must have played a strong part in it, but there was a finesse present as well, perhaps one more technically impressive than simply overlaying an ascended world.

Ah, but he shouldn't dawdle. The fight was fierce and explosive; the Strigidae couldn't spend too long taking in the sights. He slipped a gloved palm into one of his belt pouches, retrieving a small clockwork construct that he cupped in his hands. At an appropriate time, Otis feigned shock at Ciara's (admittedly heinous) move. Damaging someone's prime essence through sheer essence manipulation? Damaging the very essence that determined the functionality of one's organs, the amount of years one had left on this plane? He knew she had it in her, but wow.

Otis whispered an incantation into the brass construct, then smothered it into his seat.

A poor decision by the paladin. Who knew how much the Inheritor could have degraded from this?
Its k, I'll just kill everyone in the room no problemo.

Also, Rhinecliff incoming. About to solo the whole universe.

Oh lmao, I definitely forgot that Meli and Eirwen were also in the scene kekek.
Yah, I'll be posting.
Is this yuri?


My derpy brain just realized that just like the Hearthfire Gala, the people invited by DuMon are arriving one by one instead of all at the same time like a football team lol


Bro's gonna have like, week-long waits inbetween receiving people, considering how far away Ravenfell is from most duchies.
Kinda powered through it, but iz out.

Will attend to Psyker's hijinks before this week ends.

//Athroyeaux Castle
@Estylwen

It was a city of ghosts, but before then, it was simply a city.

Certainly spoke of the ruler’s tastes then, to have such dark and dreary décor from the very walls of the city up to the castle’s own throne room. The Capital City of Arthroyeaux proved to be a joyless place, more of an elaborate crypt rather than a city, but it matched too the dreariness that fell upon Ravenfell as a whole. One could charitably claim that it lived up to its name…and one could say too, that Ravenfell had once simply been a kingdom light any other. A regular place, with regular people. People he had known, once.

His shoes clicked against the cold stone floor of the throne room, the dark light of the surrounding torches casting deep shadows upon his face. The Duke of Rhinecliff stood before the throne, unaccompanied by any except for two armed escorts from his territories. He bowed to the seated King, paying respect to royalty he had not sworn fealty to, then raised his head once more.

“King Lamont DuFairre, I have come to answer your summons, and have brought gifts too.” One of his knights stepped forth, presenting a beautifully illustrated tome of philosophy, penned by a scholar of Odonfield origin. “Though you and yours may have lost the cravings of the body, knowledge is a spring from which one can never draw enough.”

A sliver of a smile slipped into his features.

“Unfortunately, my changeling companion’s time is far more precious than my own, and as such, I ask for your forgiveness in her absence. As I’m certain you’ll have heard, the province of Arrowfell will soon be missing two of its Dukes, at the hands of one familiar to you. Though I would delight in extended conversation with you, please allow me to dispense with pleasantries temporarily.”

The smile remained, but his gaze was hard. Ageless and undying as the King of Ravenfell was, it had cost his nation its future, consigning them to stagnation and rot.

“What do you require in exchange for your assistance?”

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