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Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Death and Galaxor

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Death stared as those he was speaking to just left his dwarves, and he sighed a bit as he looked at his creation left there alone. “Dig… but I will find a place for you to be free without living with those around you. This place is something beautiful, but with time… I will be back, live here with the gifts of life, and remember her beauty, procreate and grow…”

He turned and left the tree, going back into darkness to where he had the few dwarves he kept for himself in the afterlife, and he brought them through his maze, through stone and life before he placed them upon the ground looking over a river, then he awoke them. “Live free my children, this place is strong with what you need… There will be one who comes soon, spread out… and live.”

With that to the rest of his children, he stepped back into the portal before he began to wander. He wandered for some time, but then he stepped out of his realm again, looking at a man.

“We are similar…” he said as he stared at the god of heroes, “I… believe you should meet someone, she seems to have a lot of need for someone like you. But, I wanted to come here, and see if you wished to make something… a creature full of ambition and freedom… something like us for her to use. While she wishes to create order, and you seemingly wish to do the same… but you feel free. I want to see how freedom breaks the cycles placed in with most creations here.”

Galaxor was…somewhere. The business concluded with the rivers, he was about to finally go to the tree of life. It’s been a wish that he had for a while. Ever since the tree appeared above the place he chose to place the Goblin Underground. ‘Alas, distractions kept appearing. First the holy temple setup and now Jaxx again. Something was going on at the river with him. Something interesting.
Annddd…right as he wanted to teleport ...a divine presence. A god. The smell of him reeked of death. A smell well known to Galaxor. A smell he made things smell of for aeons. Galaxor turned to the deadly divine and smiled. His muscles bulged, his hair straightened, the aura around him sharpened and even the sand beneath his feet turned golden.

“Similar you say? HA! HA! HA! There’s none like me, holy spectre. For I am Galaxor, The God Of Heroes, The Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, The Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, The Mythweaver, The Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, The Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds ” quickly said Galaxor while still laughing before eventually stopping.

“I don’t create, nor bring order, holy spectre. I simply give people the opportunity to choose for themselves. Order, chaos? Neither matter. Heroes can be born out of both. But…very well. As a personal favour, which I’ll come to collect eventually, I shall see this person you’re talking about. ” added Galaxor with a wink, letting himself get teleported whenever the divine being wished.

Death chuckled a bit, and stared at the man in front of him, and he slowly held his hand out, “Being able to teleport seems to be such a wonderful thing, but… since you are one of the reason I am around, I tend to have my own way to watch as everything happens in the world around. But, I was hoping to create a people, with willpower and freedom, who strive to be greater than they are. Those upon this plane now seemingly do not have such a thing, they seem to be made in a way that drives them in a single direction. Each one, elves have a love and fondness for the earth and life, those dwarves that I’ve scattered around the world just now are filled for industry and greed. Goblins will be easily swayed by evil, greed, and destruction, many others have a purpose, but what about a race that does not have a purpose. That has to find it’s own, one that forges it’s own path. That is something I believe we both wish to see.”

With that, death held his hand out towards him, and smiled softly, “We will be working well together, for I also have another idea, orders of warriors bound by the gods they follow… One that worships life, and sees death as sacred… One that honors protection, that honors glory and honor. Watch the world grow with fantastical and grand opportunities for our heroes and creations.”

“See? That’s where you’re getting wrong. While the elves might want what their goddess wants and the dwarves with their greed…they don’t hold a candle to my Goblins. You’re saying they’ll be swayed by evil, greed and destruction. What makes you think that? They are free to do whatever they wish. Heroes will be made either way. If they’re evil, a hero will rise to bring them down and if they’re good, a hero will rise to take over them. For me, it’s irrelevant. I care not about good or evil for they’re concepts that we divine define. Let me give you an example. ” said Galaxor before lifting some earth from the ground and making two goblins figurines out of it.

“One of them is you, the other is life. What’s good for you, is not good for life. What’s good for life is bad for rebirth and the cycles. If I throw a goblin in a box that you can’t see the inside of, is the goblin alive or is it dead? The answer is both. They’re dead and alive at the same time, depending on the observer and when they observe the goblin. All of this…it’s irrelevant. Heroes tho’? They’re eternal. Be they good, evil or something in the middle, they’re always there. You may take them to your realm, death but they’ll still be alive in the minds of everyone they saved and if they’re alive, they’d be wished dead by their enemies. ” explained Galaxor as the two earth-goblins moved to exemplify what he was explaining, similar to a movie.

“Nonetheless. If you want an order of warriors, I see nothing wrong with that. Heroes will be born out of them, after all. So, very well. I’ll lend you my power, holy spectre. ”

“I care for progress, for beauty and realisation. Many people see reincarnation as the true way, when in reality, it clogs everything, it spreads and decays many things when it comes down. Souls are an infinite thing, this plane is not. Everything we stand on has a spirit. It is more or less a choice, of if you wish to keep balance or not. I give back to life, because death is not the final step. It is the souls, it is the space. There is too much created. Your goblins may be created and formed by you, but others will put their own gifts upon them. They may have already had gifts placed upon them you don’t know, my creations have. But, something created, and forced into being free of mind. With some of the other divine, you have a place to create heroes. Not just champions, but warriors. Goblins can do so much, they are… frail, compared to those I’ve seen, but…”

In his hands he brought his hands out and moved the earth, and then he took it to a shadow, and out two figures that mimicked them both appeared, “Imagine… those who look like the divine, something based on us, and with your will, to live and create and be free. They will spread far, and be true to their purpose. A race that spreads far, and is of no purpose.” He took a step back and did it again, with two other figures both female.

“I just need to give them life, and you, true free will… true freedom to do as they need and wish. Let them be the equaliser in this world that this world needs.”

“We clearly see things differently, holy spectre. Very clearly. Anyone can place whatever gifts they may wish upon my goblins, I don’t have a problem with that. They’ll make more interesting stories that way. Heroic stories but I’d lie if I won’t say that you’ve made me curious about your vision. In fact, I’m very curious about what you’ll make. Let’s see what we can make together, Death. We two have worked against each other from before I was a divine after all, always chasing to take me and I always escaped you. Might as well see what happens…when we work together. ” replied the Heroic Aspect of Galaxor.

He took a step back from the now four figures and created man, an aging species. The four figures would die of age, they would live and be everything. He gave them life, and he would allow others to give them something. But he also gave them something, the ability to choose fate, and the ability to choose their mates. To interbreed with those species he has helped create so far. “All they need is free will to learn as they need. But I do not chase; I just walk, for I am inevitable for all, to meet all. I care more about balance, than I do watching things die. I would rather see things live. ”

Galaxor laughed as he saw the creatures the holy spectre created. They looked so feeble. Weak. Insignificant. Yet Galaxor knew that from weak creatures, heroes are made.

With a tap on each of their heads, an aura appeared on the creatures and they would find themselves having the knowledge of freedom, what it truly means to be free. This new race will experience true freedom or at least, have the knowledge of what it should look like. What they will do with it…that will be up to them.

"And done. Your new species knows freedom now. The true freedom. They shall never accept servitude. They shall never be slaves. They'll be free…if they want to be free. "

Death chuckled a bit, “they are their own, not driven by any god… I thank you.” he said smiling. “But, when they grow and produce themselves in the world… but with time, we will meet again for an idea I have with them… And with civilization as well.”

“I will see you at the tree, or next time our paths meet, when they grow, and when all things grow… we will meet again.”

"Very well. 'Till we meet again, holy spectre. " replied Galaxor as he stepped into nothing, teleporting himself to Jaxx’s location.

With that Death took a step back, and brought some of his creations blindfolded back into the afterlife to bring them throughout the world, then he stopped back at the tree of life, and he walked back out with his newest creations so that these may see perfection.

MP Usage

Galaxor:
Available - 3
-1 MP to bless humans with the knowledge of true freedom. What it means and how it feels. Everything there is to know about the elusive feeling of freedom as well as the desire to seek it. +1 point to Knowledge domain (currently at 4/4)
Remaining - 2 MP

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Death:
Available - 11 mp
-3 mp for creating humans
-1 for giving the ability to choose their fate
-1 for giving them the ability to interbreed with elves/dwarves/future creations that involve death in their initial creation.
Remaining mp - 6

Summary

Death spreads dwarves through the world, and finds Galaxor. He asks to create a race truly free, to choose their own destiny. Thus, they create humans, a race full of freedom and able to choose their fate. Death also allowed them to interbreed with other creations of his that he had a part in. Before he dipped to spread them out across the world, again keeping a few for himself.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Erwin

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Erwin peaked at the last little bit, and he stood as he turned, he placed his hands together, "Ask for his license all honest traders here in Kindeance have licenses of some kind. If so look for my grandfathers name on it!" he yelled rather inconsiderately, but hopefully most people weren't asleep.

A moment later he would feel a metal cup to the leg as his grandfather was stirring finally, but that still could not fully awaken the man.

Erwin stared down at his grandfather as he moved to sit back down, and he just relaxed a bit. Slowly moving his rifle before he just stared at the darkness away from the little camp that they had made. "Sorry, grandfather, weird folk about this time of night..."

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Erwin

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The man just stared at what ever the hell was happening from the wagon, he looked down at his grandfather who was cuddling with the bears, so much for the tent idea, and just stared at his musket wondering what the hell he did to deserve this lifestyle. And that his grandfather has more game than he does. He stared at the wagon and the fuss happening around it, and figured what could possibly go wrong.

He did in fact figure something would go wrong; either the bears shook/scared the poor man to death, or something would go wrong, who knows he might just be apart of another robbery to get something someone wants. He's done it before, but that kind of robbery is called taxation. But Erwin just sighed, it was took dark, it was night, why the hell would a peddler try to approach them in the middle of the night unless if he was selling some cursed object, or it was a trap. He moved to sit in the wagon with his rifle, and sighed as he looked anywhere but where the fanfare was.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Erwin

Erwin looked back at Varya and nodded as he smiled, "Erwin, I don't hold title or rank too young, not enough experience, and I don't have land. Though my foolery and lifestyle most people would think different. I don't know your name yet." he said as he pulled a bedroll off, he looked over to the road, for a moment, and just went back to walking beside the elf relaxing, he was mostly dressed for the night, and the only thing on him was his sword. He took his chainmail off at the wagon when he put most of things and his saddle bags near his grandfather.

"Hopefully, whatever it is over there wont mean much." he said quietly laying his bedroll out near the tent he just laid down for the bears, "I'll be back in a minute." he said as he went back to the wagon one last time to make sure his grandfather was set, and that his rifle could be retrieved in short notice.

"Girls, your tent is ready if you want to head there."

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Sigismund von Abhlemann

Sigismund von Abhlemann

________________________________________ Sigismund Abhlemann Male | 24 | Rodion Scion of Earth _______________________________________________ ”The Earth is a balance, it gives, and takes. It is health, and safety, but also destruction and desolation. It is up to the wise to use my domain properly. But our hearts are what drives us to greed.” ________________________________________

”Strength comes in wisdom, freedom from will, but blood gives you a chance. ” Holy Sigil Location His symbol is upon his left breast underneath his wear. Appearance Standing at six foot three, and almost two hundred and twenty pounds, he is a large man. His body type is stocky, and not body builder like. His hair is short and maintained well, he tries to keep his facial hair clean if he is in long extended social events. Stubble and hair does grow quickly for him however. But, he typically dresses well, like nobles of old, his lesser house, and his family's military prowess gave him an upper hand in most of society and that includes his clothing. Keeping with traditional military and older military styles in his wardrobes rather than those common to the actual battlefield or officer events. Typically seen with frills, golds, and other embroidery over his clothing. But, most of his wardrobe is regency/early Victorian era military dress. He has a variety of hats, but mostly it will be fur hats or military caps such as Kepi, Picklehaubs, and folded wide-brim hats. However, he will wear others for social events. He has no augmetics, but he is a generally basic man who tries to look as high and mighty as he can, when he can due to his family, and some partiality on nationalism. Personality Sigismund would be rash, brash, and firey when in confrontational situations. But, he is relatively soft spoken, and quiet, a gentle giant and that shows. He might enjoy fighting, but he honestly cares for the small things in life. Compared to most of his family, he is very gentle, and well-spoken, but his main purpose and desire is balance. He had learned to due through imported texts and knowledges about life in genera, his knowledge of how to use the earth to both improve fertility in local farms, and how to use it to create fortifications quickly, or just buildings since he enjoys architecture quite a bit. He enjoys luxury and a life of fighting, but he does enjoy relaxation and quietness in life. There are two common things to find him doing, one is fighting, the other is reading. There are smaller things in between but he enjoys rowdiness with peace sprinkled in. He is a glutton, and will eat as much as possible due to his size, mostly meats. He enjoys hunting his own food, and that is likely why he likes to eat is because it means he can hunt. Should he be at a social occasion, he usually tries to roleplay a log standing there, typically wearing darker colors that aren't blue, like dark browns, burgundies and such, anything so he does not have to talk to people, and when he does talk, he tends to either be awkward and spew information, scare them with vigor about the topic, fight them, or stand there roleplaying a lot listening to people rant while he nods his head, and makes a small comment here and there. When it comes to others and his power, he runs them through the ringer, he makes sure that they should be trusted with his gifts, and that they are wise. People have tried to force him to give gifts, but that tends to go the bad way. He does believe they should be used in a military manner, but that is because of efficiency in it. The few he has given his gifts to are often nurses, but one commander whom he trusts. But, he believes war should be fought the old ways, or in duels. He sees what the world would come to with how quickly technology advances, and adding magic to that would only make it worse. But with that, he also sees both potentials as honoring his duty as a scion, he trusts the church but believes in a more internal vision of his worship. He sees the world as a place that needs change; he believes the church could do that, but they refuse to step too far into politics. He sees the church as a limiting factor, as a good thing because of the lack of trust in the hearts of man, but a hindrance to progress and freedom. He truthfully cares about the traditions of his homeland more than the church, however. But, for now, he sees a status quo in the world as the best thing, until a definitive edge can be found somewhere. Biography The firstborn son of Otto von Abhbleman and his wife Lorietta, he grew up relatively pampered due to his seal, given the best things, and also bringing his family out of near poverty. He saved his family from loosing what is left of their land, and estates purely because of a holy mark upon his chest. But, from a young age, as soon as he could be trained and taught things, those in power sent him tudors and teachers to bring him into a more nationalist fold. He grew up loving his family, and they grew because of him. They showered him with gifts, and toys, and he lived life well as a youth. Learning to be proud of his people, his family, and those around him, indoctrination is the game, and it probably messed with some of the social queues in his life because he often didn't spend time with those his age. It was frowned upon it for him to speak with anyone his age that wasn't family for fears of messing up his 'learning process.' the church also did something similar, and gave him a bit of humility, but it still messed with his social development skills. While his family rose, they did not rise to control. They were more of puppets, and guides for their young boy to grow to be a literal war machine behind the back of the church. Did that happen as intended, not really, maybe they should have let him have friends that weren't old generals, random engineers, philosophers delving into the nationalist ways, and the eventual priesthood member. His siblings, had similar treatment without the church, and they were allowed friends. As soon as he became the ripe age of fourteen, he was allowed to go to school, military school to learn doctrine, further his skills reading and writing, and he took to engineering, and sciences more than he did most of his true classwork. He found a love for architecture. Enjoying those two studies, and masking them into building fortresses. The church of course did not enjoy this at all, and did give him side classes again, taking up the time for socialization to learn how not to be a killing machine. He spent most of his life there, or in court, he was often sent to social occasions to be a statue of pride for the nation, and people, while offering him up like a turkey to suitors. However, that was more of the family's decision than anyone else's, and they were looking for a strong suitor for him. He would enjoy life, however, primarily through food and hunting. Hunting was one of the few things that the church and he encouraged as it taught him to do things for himself and basic survival skills that can be used on people. When it comes to that, he found himself to being a decent engineer as he enjoyed making his own weapons, but this was seen by the church in a negative light, and by his people as a major positive as they thought he might be just a natural in creating things to kill and hoped to see what monstrosities of war he could create. In which he created rifles to hunt with, and a crossbow to shoot smaller animals and not waste meat. But, he grew to be both patriotic, full of zeal, anger, but someone who desires freedom. He sees what is around him, yet he can only enjoy so much of it due to his position in life. He often tries to do things with others that can, bring him into interactions with others outside of those the government and church tries to bring him around. He often does this through sparring matches which he can say is just a way to continue to train, or to protect honor and face. He makes excuses to live life, however he can. But, at the end of the day, he is pretty much just a pawn to be used until he sees fit to change that, or someone else does. Weapon of Choice His preferred weapon would be a rifle of some kind, but he will use autoloading pistols, and swords. He sees the use of magic in war as only a last chance, or as an equalizer in a larger battle Misc. Constantly fights, and purposefully gets hurt so that he can train his healing abilities on himself. If he stands very still for a long time, he can be considered a log. He does fight, on a constant, and will with anyone who wants to willingly, even if it means getting his ass handed to him. He loves it because it means he can talk to someone or at least have contact with people besides those assigned to be around him. He does not like a lot of art, or music due to associating that with social events. Dislikes using magic, but sees it as a necessity. Been a scion since birth, 24 years.

Welcome to Vradia

le sad~

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani [Interest Check]

Sigismund von Abhlemann

Sigismund von Abhlemann

________________________________________ Sigismund Abhlemann Male | 24 | Rodion Scion of Earth _______________________________________________ ”The Earth is a balance, it gives, and takes. It is health, and safety, but also destruction and desolation. It is up to the wise to use my domain properly. But our hearts are what drives us to greed.” ________________________________________

”Strength comes in wisdom, freedom from will, but blood gives you a chance. ” Holy Sigil Location His symbol is upon his left breast underneath his wear. Appearance Standing at six foot three, and almost two hundred and twenty pounds, he is a large man. His body type is stocky, and not body builder like. His hair is short and maintained well, he tries to keep his facial hair clean if he is in long extended social events. Stubble and hair does grow quickly for him however. But, he typically dresses well, like nobles of old, his lesser house, and his family's military prowess gave him an upper hand in most of society and that includes his clothing. Keeping with traditional military and older military styles in his wardrobes rather than those common to the actual battlefield or officer events. Typically seen with frills, golds, and other embroidery over his clothing. But, most of his wardrobe is regency/early Victorian era military dress. He has a variety of hats, but mostly it will be fur hats or military caps such as Kepi, Picklehaubs, and folded wide-brim hats. However, he will wear others for social events. He has no augmetics, but he is a generally basic man who tries to look as high and mighty as he can, when he can due to his family, and some partiality on nationalism. Personality Sigismund would be rash, brash, and firey when in confrontational situations. But, he is relatively soft spoken, and quiet, a gentle giant and that shows. He might enjoy fighting, but he honestly cares for the small things in life. Compared to most of his family, he is very gentle, and well-spoken, but his main purpose and desire is balance. Healing, he had learned to due through imported texts and knowledges about the human body, but also his knowledge of how to use the earth to both improve fertility in local farms, and how to use it to create fortifications quickly, or just buildings since he enjoys architecture quite a bit. He enjoys luxury and a life of fighting, but he does enjoy relaxation and quietness in life. There are two common things to find him doing, one is fighting, the other is reading. There are smaller things in between but he enjoys rowdiness with peace sprinkled in. He is a glutton, and will eat as much as possible due to his size, mostly meats. He enjoys hunting his own food, and that is likely why he likes to eat is because it means he can hunt. Should he be at a social occasion, he usually tries to roleplay a log standing there, typically wearing darker colors that aren't blue, like dark browns, burgundies and such, anything so he does not have to talk to people, and when he does talk, he tends to either be awkward and spew information, scare them with vigor about the topic, fight them, or stand there roleplaying a lot listening to people rant while he nods his head, and makes a small comment here and there. When it comes to others and his power, he runs them through the ringer, he makes sure that they should be trusted with his gifts, and that they are wise. People have tried to force him to give gifts, but that tends to go the bad way. He does believe they should be used in a military manner, but that is because of efficiency in it. The few he has given his gifts to are often nurses, but one commander whom he trusts. But, he believes war should be fought the old ways, or in duels. He sees what the world would come to with how quickly technology advances, and adding magic to that would only make it worse. But with that, he also sees both potentials as honoring his duty as a scion, he trusts the church but believes in a more internal vision of his worship. He sees the world as a place that needs change; he believes the church could do that, but they refuse to step too far into politics. He sees the church as a limiting factor, as a good thing because of the lack of trust in the hearts of man, but a hindrance to progress and freedom. He truthfully cares about the traditions of his homeland more than the church, however. But, for now, he sees a status quo in the world as the best thing, until a definitive edge can be found somewhere. Biography The firstborn son of Otto von Abhbleman and his wife Lorietta, he grew up relatively pampered due to his seal, given the best things, and also bringing his family out of near poverty. He saved his family from loosing what is left of their land, and estates purely because of a holy mark upon his chest. But, from a young age, as soon as he could be trained and taught things, those in power sent him tudors and teachers to bring him into a more nationalist fold. He grew up loving his family, and they grew because of him. They showered him with gifts, and toys, and he lived life well as a youth. Learning to be proud of his people, his family, and those around him, indoctrination is the game, and it probably messed with some of the social queues in his life because he often didn't spend time with those his age. It was frowned upon it for him to speak with anyone his age that wasn't family for fears of messing up his 'learning process.' the church also did something similar, and gave him a bit of humility, but it still messed with his social development skills. While his family rose, they did not rise to control. They were more of puppets, and guides for their young boy to grow to be a literal war machine behind the back of the church. Did that happen as intended, not really, maybe they should have let him have friends that weren't old generals, random engineers, philosophers delving into the nationalist ways, and the eventual priesthood member. His siblings, had similar treatment without the church, and they were allowed friends. As soon as he became the ripe age of fourteen, he was allowed to go to school, military school to learn doctrine, further his skills reading and writing, and he took to engineering, and sciences more than he did most of his true classwork. He found a love for architecture and the human body the most. Enjoying those two studies, and masking them into building fortresses, and how to heal combat wounds. The church of course did not enjoy this at all, and did give him side classes again, taking up the time for socialization to learn how not to be a killing machine. He spent most of his life there, or in court, he was often sent to social occasions to be a statue of pride for the nation, and people, while offering him up like a turkey to suitors. However, that was more of the family's decision than anyone else's, and they were looking for a strong suitor for him. He would enjoy life, however, primarily through food and hunting. Hunting was one of the few things that the church and he encouraged as it taught him to do things for himself and basic survival skills that can be used on people. When it comes to that, he found himself to being a decent engineer as he enjoyed making his own weapons, but this was seen by the church in a negative light, and by his people as a major positive as they thought he might be just a natural in creating things to kill and hoped to see what monstrosities of war he could create. In which he created rifles to hunt with, and a crossbow to shoot smaller animals and not waste meat. But, he grew to be both patriotic, full of zeal, anger, but someone who desires freedom. He sees what is around him, yet he can only enjoy so much of it due to his position in life. He often tries to do things with others that can, bring him into interactions with others outside of those the government and church tries to bring him around. He often does this through sparring matches which he can say is just a way to continue to train, or to protect honor and face. He makes excuses to live life, however he can. But, at the end of the day, he is pretty much just a pawn to be used until he sees fit to change that, or someone else does. Weapon of Choice His preferred weapon would be a rifle of some kind, but he will use autoloading pistols, and swords. He sees the use of magic in war as only a last chance, or as an equalizer in a larger battle Misc. Constantly fights, and purposefully gets hurt so that he can train his healing abilities on himself. If he stands very still for a long time, he can be considered a log. He does fight, on a constant, and will with anyone who wants to willingly, even if it means getting his ass handed to him. He loves it because it means he can talk to someone or at least have contact with people besides those assigned to be around him. He does not like a lot of art, or music due to associating that with social events. Dislikes using magic, but sees it as a necessity.

Knights of the Skies

it has been sadly over the past year, text rp is a slowly dying thing sadly.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Thernous and Erwin

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The elderly old man felt something trying to rouse him from his slumber, he had been sleeping since they left Rascade. When something tried to rouse him, he figured it was some form of unknown entity like a dog trying to be sweet, so he slowly turned a but to his side as he sank deeper into the cloth.

Erwin seeing this and having dismounted, relaxed as he began to unfurl his saddle and his things from Bread. He brushed his steed, kept it's lead tied to his things before he moved over to the wagon to look up at the sister, then he just leaned over and slowly lifted his grandfather's shoulders as he pulled the cloth out slowly.

"Take what is needed out from under him, he seems to have made his choice on sleeping arrangements," Erwin said quietly as he freed the tent from its elderly prison. Then he smiled up to them both, "He typically stays in the backs of these while his coachman takes him where is needed. The fact he is so close to the coach seat means there must be something of comfort here. But he's been awake for over a day; he is tired. But, I'll get you both a tent, and if anything else is needed I'll move the hibernating old man again."

He, after helping the tent freeing, went to release the two horses on the wagon, making sure they were tied to the wagon, before doing the same with bread after putting his saddle bags in the wagon near his grandfather. Hopefully, that would keep him warmer or give him something to rest on should the old man decide it.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Thernous

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The old man smiled at the two bears as he slowly reached up to get the lip of the wagon; before he started to climb the nice little latter made for him on the side, a few pops could be heard, mostly from his back, as he did so, and he relaxed in the seat once he got up. The old man patted the seat a few times before standing on the step and climbing into the back behind the driver's position into the wagon proper. He watched the bears further back as he just more or less snuggled into the wood, cloth, and other supplies inside the wagon.

It was something good, a nice settled spot for the old man to rest in as it got darker. It was dusk, and there was limited light coming from the sunset and that which reflected from the moon and stars. However, he figured that just giving the direction North-West when they got out of the city would be the best course of action; everyone seemed educated in some form or at least should be able to read a map. Or at least he hoped, but that could be seen; he had spent some time awake trying to make schemes into plans.

"Erwin, if you are behind me, please just lead the way. You should know it; I will be trying to sleep once we get outside the city." with that, he snuggled in tightly and found himself a corner of a tent he was next to, pulling it over his lap as he just went deeper into it like the little old man he was.

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Erwin

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The young man was in fact behind his grandfather by several paces, to keep in line with his betrothed, he held her arm and separated from her as he moved to Bread, and he took from his pack a chainmail shirt just to slip on for now, and his sword to put around his waist, setting his musket in it's saddle mounting. He checked it's powder pouches, and the holder for his shot and climbed up onto the horse.

"Grandfather, it's out of the city, and then the north road until the river ends. To my knowledge, the ferry crossing line got broken a week or two ago and no one has been able to get a new one across yet," he replied to his grandfather. "Once outside of town, it's only one road, and at these hours we will be the only ones moving on it."

The man moved bread towards the door, when his grandfather spoke.

"And be in the front with the elf lad if he wishes to ride, he seems like he has good ears and eyes, you two might do well together. Just keep away from the toll roads like I taught you." Thernous said.