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Eastern Baal-Asha River - Near Saellorahttps://images2.imgbox.com/ef/a4/He6s8Bs9_o.jpg "I know, I know Trik." Olvir said, waving off his oldest friend and bodyguard. The massive ogre-like human followed after the now Captain-Commander, his one step counting for every two of his friends. "It's...

Shit. Shit shit shit. He'd thought there would at least be some time to prepare. Some time to watch the brute. That would have helped him. Knowing which side the hulk favored and where he preferred to swing, but...now he was fucked. It was a guess, and all he could do was guess. Focus. The...

"Don't worry." Ollie said with a chuckle, trying to force himself to feel some sort of amusement at the situation. "There's only one woman who I want serenading me." There had never been a question in his mind regarding that. His performance in the melee today? Even as he listened to every...

Ollie cringed inwardly as Marta declared him a future champion. Not because he didn't appreciate the gesture, but because a sharp laugh echoed out within the confines of his mind. The blade mocking him with the sound of it's mirth. This one is a comedian. It mused within the confines of his...

Ollie grinned wide. "Now that's an idea." He said to Marta. The smile on his face drawing even wider as Monroe agreed next. He really was great at making new friends. "Decided then." The young noble said as he pulled out his own coins, though two instead of one, then added a few more for the...

"Fair enough. There is a bit of a faff with it all." Ollie acknowledged, remembering all the forms he had to sign in order to actually get into the Melee. The tournament of Tides was open to all, but that didn't mean they weren't assholes about entering it. His lips pressing to a line as Marta...

”I aim to try.” Ollie said with a shrug, though he knew he was far from gaining any sort of legend. Though the tournaments back home had gone well, he was hardly a blade master. It was true he'd been making leaps and strides ever since his return from Tyr, but he was still far and away from...

Ah, the Knights of Anathaeum! He should have seen it before. The young noble smiled, wishing for a moment he'd paid more attention in his studies with Professor Thremir. He'd done his best to instruct him about all the Knightly Orders and what they stood for, but at seventeen, wealthy, and...

Ollie lounged on one of the deep sofas in their new suite. His head tipped back over the back of the plush cushioning the sword leaning besides him. As Ivan stepped back from the balcony, the young noble took in a deep breath, considering the weight of the day still ahead of him. ”If my cousin...

A wide grin spread of the Anirian’s face. ”Ollie.” He offered his name, catching Marta's and hoping to receive Monroe's in turn. His ears catching the term ‘sister-knight’ as the former was introduced. For a second he wondered if they were Templar, though that seemed somewhat unlikely to him...

Ollie chuckled as the two Anirians stepped back out of to the street. "I'd say let's find a place to rest our weary heads." The Noble said, already peering around the market square for something that might resemble a hotel or tavern. He'd brought enough gold with him to buy a House if they...

A wide grin spread on Olvir's face. House Weiroon was not known for any particular talent. They were, in fact, the only Great House who had come about by the sheer force of luck. Much of their wealth, status, and fame came simply from their familial magic, the ability to bend the very fates...

Ollie chuckled, letting his hand drop. ”Yeah, a few people have tried to teach me that lesson.” Unlike most Anirian nobles, Olvir had not grown up at home. After his sister had joined the Anirian Navy and staked her place there, his father had been insistent on ‘not losing another child to the...

Monroe As he walked Ollie found himself musing on the words of his blade. Ever since his trip to Tyr the sword had been far more open with him, though that had only had the effect of revealing how little it knew of its own past. It seemed that although sometimes it remembered, the blade had...

Alliria - Harbor https://images2.imgbox.com/dc/35/XmAYWRPa_o.jpg Every Thirty years, like clockwork, Allira the largest city in the whole of the world became just a little bit larger. The Tournament of Tides was a festival that had existed for almost as long as the city itself. A storied and...