PC Full Name: Jean Dal'Dania Lorraine Reason For Being Here: Jean is a Veiren of House Lorraine. Place of Your Stay: Ciseperant--traveling across Daravin and the Imperial Badlands. Duration of Your Stay: Indefinitely Class: Entente Things You Want To Thread About: Magical Crafts (Necromancy, Artifi...

https://i.imgur.com/3UHL637.png . The Order of Ash A thousand years of scheming to reckon. . Frost 30th, 4621. Bardona, of Ciseperant. By way of spelled wind, by shadow or by bird, a letter fragrant with the savory, tart scent of pomegranate arrived with the bold and striking name of its intended c...

I am overly the eighteenth anniversary of mine first passage around the sun.

As I am such,

I demand my access to the Chamber of Dirty Secrets.

No, mine

https://i.imgur.com/Ft6TjSm.png . Duty Commitment and loyalty; who are we without these things? . It was a peculiar thing. Much of the world Jean knew was written in Gentevarese, or else the native words of his people, Silvain. Every other sign for Gleaming Way was spelled out 'Lueurant Ch.' and ye...

https://i.imgur.com/Ft6TjSm.png . Intrigue Peril of a tongue spoken any other way but words. . As the emotionality plaguing Jean's fiery mind dulled, the Treveyn's sigh cut through his mind like a hot a knife. He stood, stepped back, and bowed his head gracefully with a throaty chuff and a shut-eye...

WIP Tick, tick, tick, tick, [indent=20] Dong, dong, dong. The whispers of morning echoed through Landrys Estate, servants shifting through the halls. So began the daily monotony. Tearing away the fetters of sleep, Jean rose, stony of face. He opened his curtains to an azure, early morning, and chose...

When Brilan had chosen him for some grand plot, the boy raised as an arm for his House could feel the contentment of his purpose wash over him. Yet, the more she spoke, the more every terrifying word spilled from her lips so casually, Jean realized he was facing not a woman nor a man, but a fledgli...

https://i.imgur.com/3UHL637.png . Necromancy Adventures of flesh and the grotesque; not for the faint of heart. . Frost 50th, 4621 Rigid-backed and uniformed, Jean sat in the dining hall with his father. Dinner had been a sour event, and though his father was fuming - stone-faced, yet Jean knew the...

Catching up to him like an echo as the shock faded, Jean recalled the Precepts--artifacts from another age belonging to the Treveyns. So, then, Brilan had brought them well beyond the reach of reprisal by spies and worse. The perfect tool for secrecy. To operate all these years, undiscovered and un...