Posts from Knights of Tezoth

Oh, I see.

By the way - this is a banquet, so if you want, you can chat with the liege or go bother other NPCs. Or reflect on what you've seen, if that's of interest.

Why the heck does this work in the preview but not in the actual post... And tables still misbehave. The column width should take priority over the image width, especially when it's set to "auto" :|

That's nothing — from a phone, there's a whole long post where each line has just one letter.

You've managed to make yourself known here as well, Sir Tann...

Well then, Nebok. Only today and only right now is there a chance for Sir Axel to meet three respectable ladies...😁

Hmm, I didn't quite get it — did they arrive in the capital as some kind of "organized convoy," or each on their own "transport" (just together)?

And another question: is there enough room on a horse/pegasus/wyvern/hydra for Emilia to seat Amalia with her?

and Alex thought and couldn't come up with anything.. now I'll confuse them with Ples

strange that Nebok didn't take such a title

would be nice to ride to a birthday on a hydra or wyvern

Fluttering like a butterfly with all the grace, greeting and smiling, but stinging like a bee when it came to the invisible-to-the-untrained-eye grasp of the canapé, which was in fact a diversionary maneuver serving solely to assess the situation in the room, noting every detail in the appearance and behavior of those present — is there anything to note? — which was his direct duty, the Knight of Dawnsteel, knowing that his colleagues would easily eliminate any potential threat in the immediate vicinity of Deus, merged with the crowd and patrolled the premises for a while, until he drew level with the Knight of Joy and his liege — unrecognized as to which one, and so he decided to find out:
- It's a pleasure to see such a positive emotion on the faces of our beloved guests. What a rarity — all the Lords in one place, celebrating and having fun, if only it were always so. If I may offer a recommendation — these verrines are wonderfully refreshing. Today's harvest, the freshest.

She's fine with it.

If a non-chad cheats — he's bad. If a chad cheats — he just made a mistake, you need to give him a second chance, a third, a fifth, a tenth...

Nowhere does it say that Axel is cheating on her. So don't jump to conclusions.

She's fine with it.

It's already started, and I haven't even read all the quests yet(

But Axel is married to one already, no need...

Outdone Axel with the very first post 😭 I expected nothing less from Revan

By the way, did you know that in my DMs you're called user10067?

A wonderful day, filled with bright notes! What if not the annual council gathering, a fortunate chance to leave a crater from Calamention and the entire top of Tezoth with a single precise strike? Ah, not only a mosquito witch, but also a paranoid one!

With the gaze habitual to the ceiling-bound assembly, Alsira flits across the expanses of Paradelus. She nods and smiles at other guests, her lips casting compliments and speeches aged better than fine alcohol.

The cockroach woman posed a threat, but no greater than a random alleyway ready to bury even the most epically-titled knight in an unseemly manner. The fruits of training and thick armor turn a man into a vicious bug, yet behind the sharp mandibles under the layer of chitin—the helmet visor—lies the same soft tissue.
The Pumpkin Lord, the Lizard Overlord, the Sea Mistress, the Heroic Elder—people of different personal constitution, and for them the gathering was no reason to hide their traits behind a mask of empty sycophancy. That commanded respect.
The Unassuming King, the Respected Lord, the Underground Sage—chose to stay in the background, and once again did not miss the mark: excess attention only brings new problems.
The Sun Prince would likely have found greater support in her family, and would certainly have been an invited and dear guest at any Aconian get-together. Alas, she herself did not possess the religious zeal inherent to her surname.
The Money Lord, the Ostentatious Lord, the Warlike Lord, the Religious Lord found their path here, and duly complemented the palette of the motley canvas of the ongoing celebration.
The remaining ladies looked charming, their aesthetic attire and refined manners tempering the madcap tangle of aristocracy, reminding those present that the harmony of speech and appearance is just as important as martial skill and political acumen.

Having skimmed over the companion knights, only briefly lingering on the imposing portly gentleman flitting among the capital's guests, she tried to note new faces she had not yet had the honor of meeting at previous banquets.
Having finished her survey, she turned to her mistress:
— It is regrettable, my lady, that you were unable to spend today's dawnfall in the company of your beloved spouse. I hope, however, that the prepared festivities will settle properly upon your soul, and that my company will not prove overly distasteful to that end.

Yeah. But can that be changed?

Overly elated by his own recent elevation, Ambrose met the day of the momentous date in some bewilderment. He would hardly soon grow accustomed to the local custom of counting days. He had to hastily devise an opening speech, which he would undoubtedly have to deliver at the appropriate moment. For the capital is famed not only for the eloquent Lester.

Let worthy vassals now raise praise

To the most worthy of women

May I be cursed if I lie

That fate has sent us no happier day

Years will pass, the right hand will weaken

Time will silver the locks

But remembering Deus's radiance

We shall remain forever young

Life will surely send us a killer

Unfulfilled dreams sting like a snake

But feasts, so pleasing to the heart

Were worth all the vicissitudes of existence

Let us celebrate then, and glorify fate

Let us taste the sparkling wine

It will do no harm, the soul is already drunk with delight

From beholding Deus

Though he did not consider himself in any way inferior to other knights, since he was a newcomer in such company, he resolved to behave at first not too provocatively, especially since the ranks of the Knights of Canamia had just suffered losses of a third of their number. Therefore, for now, Knight Ambrose stands decorously beside his liege lady as a formidable but dignified guardian, weighing words and composing images. If no convenient opportunity to strike up a conversation presents itself within the next half hour—then he will have to follow the example of his portly comrade and dive himself into the storms of the human sea, seeking pearls of thought among the waves of empty talk.

An unpleasant day, filled with grating notes. How Axel hated such gatherings. They brought him nothing but discomfort. Especially birthdays. Who even came up with celebrating that? Fine, children — that's understandable. Any event with guests and gifts is a joy for them. But adults, what are they celebrating? Their own aging? The inevitable approach of bodily weakness, illness, fading beauty? Rejoicing in that is absurd. The day of death is better than the day of birth.

Over time, Axel learned to endure celebrations with less pain, but they still felt unpleasant to him. A crowd of strangers, noise, clamor, bustling servants, muttering from all sides, not always pleasant smells. Axel focused on guarding Deus, trying to carefully watch what was happening. He certainly had no intention of talking to her, of course. That was his usual behavior — silently controlling the situation. But his mind kept drifting into his own thoughts. Morgana's portrait. He had to finally finish it. A stroke here, a stroke there. Fix a shadow here, a color there…

Victim blaming.

In my opinion, everything here is obvious and clear.