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    supernal got a reaction from Zigzag in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    Ah well then if it’s just a “oh hey hah” type of thing then never mind me! I don’t want to take the fun out of commenting on the crazy stuff that happens in a roleplay thread. I thought it was directed specifically at me to address, my bad 
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    supernal reacted to Zigzag in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    Na I think I'll keep it as is, just a thought I wanted to share. 
    I'll have a post up soon just gotta get some other posts done first. 
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    supernal got a reaction from Delicious Steak in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    I'm not married to this but the spell I usually reference halves the physical dimensions (height, length, width) and divides the weight by 8. Doing some rough numbers on the average American female would bring her to under 3ft and about 20 lbs. So more kid sized than doll sized
    It affects equipment as well and also is not permanent
    Partial effects are fine too
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    supernal reacted to Zigzag in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    True, I'm just trying to figure out like how it's going to effect her abilities, like naturally everything is going to be downgraded cause smol so I'm thinking about what my options might be which is dependent on how small she gets. 
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    supernal reacted to Delicious Steak in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    Before @supernal responds, I’d like to add that you can counter-curse a curse. So, you can unsmallify Sarah if someone is familiar with the reverse hex, or even an enlargement spell.
    So it won’t have to be tiny banshee for the rest of the thread 😬
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    supernal got a reaction from Venus Sprite in Abudctions at a farm - closed   
    We're coming up on Levi's final day so @Venus Sprite can skip him this round and post at their leisure. Levi can post at will or add OOC character notes we can incorporate
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    supernal reacted to Zigzag in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    Fair enough. Just needed some info as I ponder how to avoid becoming both Honey I Shrunk the Kids and Skeletor from He-Man at the same time. 
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    supernal reacted to amenities in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    Idk about Philip but Sarah is literally smearing the blood of the dead on her face all Jennifer's Body style in the middle of the blasted out market 😂
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    supernal reacted to Delicious Steak in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    Philip hasn’t actually done anything yet lol. So if you wanted, he could probably get away by claiming to be a civilian who somehow survived by being behind cover. As for why he was attacked, I think the shopowners might have taken his suspicious positioning (in the dark alley) and the fact that he was unharmed by the banshee to be an indication that they were affiliated.
    @Zigzag
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    supernal reacted to Zigzag in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    I apologize I didnt mean to come across as if there was doubt on whether or not they had done it. 
    My question is how did these shopkeepers, who just saw a woman kill over a dozen people as well as causing a considerable amount of damage to the surrounding area, have the wherewithal to not only attack, but attack in a coordinated matter such as this.
    Secondly, as I should have separated these two before and perhaps elaborated more on in the post, but Phillip is hidden away in a separate location, having concealed himself in a cloak to an alley some thirty or so feet away I guess, and is only just now wearing the helmet to protect himself from the Banshee Wail. Given that I have doubts that he would be seen by these shopkeepers, let alone targeted for retribution by either them or by the clergy. 
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    supernal got a reaction from amenities in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    They’re on the scene and reacting, not arriving after the fact - part of the people out of the lethal range ear shot but whose infrastructure got destroyed. They saw the attack happen + those characters are the only ones alive and moving surrounded in, as you worded it, the immediate vicinity by the bodies of those they insta-killed. One is as amenities pointed out sort of smearing blood all over their face. These characters are wearing protective gear so they aren’t harmed by being in range of the scream so I know they aren’t super far off either 
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    supernal reacted to amenities in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    The wording states that this one is only being thrown at Phil, and the other one is only being thrown at Sarah. Not both at both.
    @supernal what dat acid do
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    supernal reacted to Delicious Steak in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    We all replied at the same time. LOL
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    supernal reacted to Delicious Steak in To kill or to kill? Is that even a question?   
    I think it’s two spells actually.
    The bottle thrown at Sarah had cast a shrinking spell. If hit, she will be shrunk.
    The bottle thrown at Phillip let out some sort of corrosive gas that burns flesh and metal.
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    supernal reacted to amenities in Canvas of blood and nightmares (Valdrin)   
    ‘Nature had never been this harmonious before…’
    For anyone who knew Lagrimosa, that statement couldn’t be more of a lie. Fight as an entire army, fight as a whole Empire might, peril filled the streets and desolation lapped at its shores. It wasn’t widespread, but there was uncontained famine and sickness in certain parts of the continent that devoured their settings like wildfires. Aspyn, Biazo City, Last Chance, Tia, Ashville, and Casper were all cities that had seen more than their fair share of disasters. The sickness was evident, because here was its spread. As it robbed the outskirts of the small village of its toiling farmers, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters— left them for the coming men to see— the plague’s denizens excitedly sealed their demise with some of their very first steps into Valdrin.
    Just like a sickness has doctors, like a body has white blood cells, Lagrimosa is full of men and women who stand bright and strong in the face of fear and darkness.
    While there were times when he did, as of late Michael did not sleep. After a slew of gruesome encounters that had forever stained his hands with the blood of the evil, he took his energy from the sunlight and gave back to the earth blessings. He walked, day and night— barefoot when he could and in heavy black combat boots when he couldn’t— throughout Lagrimosa as a benevolent protectorate of the innocent and the weak, and a stormlike plague on those who would do them harm. Him and a rotating squad of five others, two military and three clergy.
    “H-help… Help. Help!”
    Even as the undead split up, alarms spread across the city and a ping emanated to all surrounding soldiers. This was the first alert that the nearby squad picked up. It was early afternoon and they had just finished packing up after eating an intentionally sparse meal. During their quiet debate over whether it was worth checking out, another scrambled alarm sprung up from the marketplace of the same village. Their scout pulled out a crystal telemetry device and found the nearest Fauxton receiver contained in the city’s police station. Michael’s squad locked eyes meaningfully. ‘It’s time to go,’ they all agreed.
    All of them stood around the Fauxton receiver procured by one of their agents.
    @Dabi
    As Dauner entered the church moments after the banshee cry and closed all the doors and windows, posing his ultimatum, he would first find that his vaunting about stout Gaians killing themselves fell on near-deaf ears. Then he would find that the Brother and Sister stood between him and the children of the All-Mother, a new door to safety from his attempted deviance behind them. This door wasn’t just an exit, either; it was an entrance.
    One would have thought, with any knowledge of Prayer Crystals, that Michael might come blazing down from a chandelier at any given moment, but that was not the case. Instead it was the oracles outside who made a crystal to which Michael teleported from Valdrin PD.
    As Michael’s team distributed themselves (two to the market, two to the fields, one to the tavern) and an observation crystal that swirled into existence from the sediment kicked up in the aft of their boots took to the sky for field analysis, as the huddled bodies of those who could barely move in their shaking fear, bolstered just enough to escape by Sister Tilt’s active Crown of Courage, Michael entered the church.
    "If you hide your darkness, hide from your darkness, however can you shine your light on what it obscures?"
    In that moment the sand spike aimed to steal away Dauner’s malicious attempt to reign butcher of Valdrin, Tilt and Cyne would feel their own courage bolstered as a hand fell on one of each of their shoulders. Between them stood Michael Commager, behind them Gaia’s sweet bounty.
    In that moment, all the fear gathered in the Prayer Crystals, the prayers to Gaia for her help, her safety, hit him. The observation crystal’s images of dead farmers and fathers out in the fields, his scouts’ images of the crumpled marketplace and the fight ensuing in the tavern, slammed into Michael’s consciousness like a ton of bricks. Slammed into it like a ton of bricks does the flagship of a fleet of dreadnoughts. Instead of fear, instead of worry, rage boiled within Michael’s veins. Filled his heart. His hands fell from the shoulders of his siblings to create angry knots of muscle and smight. It welled up in his chest like blood before the words dripped like venom from his lips.
    “Death has come to claim you,” his raspy voice mocked simply, darkly.
    He stepped past the Brother and Sister toward Dauner, laying eyes on Dauner’s face. Just as Dauner had hoped to shut in his prey by blocking all the entrances, Michael and the Brother and Sister did. Now the trio stood between Dauner and his only escape. Dauner would find that, where the emphasis of Sister Tilt and Brother Cyne seemed in subtle attack and primarily escape, the scarred and calloused Michael’s aura boiled with a mean streak that manifested quite differently than theirs.
    @Zigzag
    Meanwhile, the two clergymen who’d come with Michael fell upon the fields. The observation crystal followed the unnatural whispers in the wind from above that indicated where the culprit of these kills flitted to and fro, homing in on it. Moreover, before their arrival they were privy to the infestation of unholy magic that had befallen the farmland’s crops.
    “I’ll take the fields, you go after the killer,” said Rillo.
    Ferbanks didn’t even nod, he was simply out in the brush. A bright light surrounded his body as he jetted through the leaves. This was a dangerous job in theory, but an infestation of unholy magic as widespread and young as this one would do little to stave off the potent repulsion effect exuding from Ferbanks’ body as he sought out Shadow-Prey. [1]
    “Decoded the message,” said the small, alienesque Barrett to the soldier accompanying him to the marketplace. “It says ‘Banshee scream.’”
    “Banshee scream?” responded his teammate quizzically, because there were a lot of forms in which that could take place. Radio static parted way to reports about the explosion downtown and two, possibly three culprits being spotted. Screams danced off the walls, gutwretching things that indicated death and loss of loved ones. It almost sickened Barrett, even though he was more blob than organs.
    “Yeah,” said Barrett. “It should have actually come from right around here..”
    That was when they spotted the debris blown down the market alley by Sarah’s blast. Crouching, Barrett took out a spray bottle and sprayed some of the debris. [2] Upon turning the next corner, they were walking up from behind Phillip. 
    “Hey!” Shouted Barrett at Philip just as the police grade acid splash blew up on him. Now Barrett and his teammate both drew their solar guns and aimed them at Philip. Now, like an angry cat, his devil's tail began puffing up behind him in response to the threat. A couple police officers patrolling the market on daily rounds were emboldened by a Terran Officer’s arrival and ran out to surround Sarah as the reduction vial blew up in her face.
    [1] Repulsion: Capable of amping the intensity of their holy aura to physically repel evil and unnatural beings.
    [2] Array of Inexpensive Diagnostic Sensors (AIDS): A spray solution saturated with nano-sensors. The sensors are fragile and will break after use but on contact the sensors take detailed impact analysis and send information on density, chemical structure, speed, and other variables back to the designated console before being rendered useless.
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    supernal got a reaction from amenities in Canvas of blood and nightmares (Valdrin)   
    ### Dauner and the church
    It had begun.
    Screams, pain, rippled from the market, flooded the streets, flowed through the town, crashed against the stout walls of the church. The apprentices and priests were concerned, as they should be, but they didn't know; the oracles were concerned, as they should be, because they knew. They did not have to wonder what was coming - parsing the signs and symbols of Her infinite complexity told them darkness fell, and would test their light.
    Dauner's induced panic was potent. It, for a moment, made these men and women of the cloth forget that their deity was not some remote force, to which prayers were sent only to be given silence in return. Their god was not an incarnate god, such as those they had in Renovatio, who could be felled by way of sword or cleansed by fire, who could be halved by mortal means and then consumed by those mortals . . . there was talk that some of the Renovatio's pantheon was being used to make drugs, an idea which boggled the mind. What good was a god who could do nothing? Why pray? Why worship?
    But theirs could, and once the moment of panic lapsed, they began to remember.
    Or, rather, the presence of Sister Tilt reminded them. As a ranked diocese her presence alone contributed greatly to their calm, to their mounting courage[1]. The members of her clock parted for her like the ocean, and she moved to the side of Brother Cyne and laid a hand on his shoulder[2] while addressing Dauner.
    "If you hide your darkness, hide from your darkness, however can you shine your light on what it obscures?"
    The question was not really a question, it was a statement, and though directed towards Dauner it was meant for the people around her; in the studied rhetoric of their practice the Sister, in effect, called the cryptic entity willfully ignorant.
    The Sister was standing now. To her side a portal (like a door, not like the magical kind) opened in the wall[3]. The church was made of the very stuff which connected their mortal coils, as animals, to the Mother's eternal presence. They didn't need to struggle against windows and the doorways made for the unlearned, they could simply make their own. An open suggestion that those who felt could not fight for their lives do the other good work of checking on the town. Some left, others remained.
    It also served as a clue to Dauner, a commentary on his choice of prop and victim as well as on his ability to dictate terms. Well before the sand ran to its final grain it punched through its housing in a spike aimed for his heart[4].
    1: Crown of courage: Aura bolsters strength and courage in nearby allies.
    2: Heal [major]: Capable of healing organ failure and massive trauma.
    3-4: Geomancy: The basic ability to manipulate earth
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    supernal got a reaction from amenities in Canvas of blood and nightmares (Valdrin)   
    ### Daemon and the tavern
    "Good Gaia."
    One of the soldiers responded, watching Daemon exude his influence to cause the dogs to bite the hand that fed them. And the leg. And the stomach and face too. The soldier brought a hand up to his mouth to keep his gorge from rising, while with his other hand he gestured to those with him to prepare their arms and utilities.
    "I'm not sure who has the right of way here. The young fellow came in and threatened everyone's life. I suppose the guy with the dogs was just defending himself but he made a threat. Was the kid just defending himself by making his dogs bite his whole face off? Hmmm. I'll let the courts figure it out, the kid seems a little unhinged and really only one person here is responsible for murder. Okay."
    Convinced of his ineffable grasp on jurisprudence, the soldier mobilized.
    Daemon, to his credit, made good use of this time and easily decapitated a soldier and took off someone else's arm; it was just as he went to take off another person's head that instead of easily parted flesh, the young man's sword found intractable metal. And at the end of the sword, a hand attached to a body with sharp teeth, horns, and a prehensile tail. Echer looked mostly human but never made a point to hide his tiefling roots.
    "Listen, let me ask you something." By now the people were evacuating or, if blocked in their attempt, concocting means by which to escape depending on the nature of the obstacle.
    Echer spoke with his blade, stepping to one side to relieve the pressure of their contesting swords and draw his own across Daemon's dominant shoulder. If cut, while it would hardly finish the fight, the bisected sinew would make it more difficult to wield his sword on that side.
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    supernal got a reaction from Delicious Steak in Canvas of blood and nightmares (Valdrin)   
    ### The market and the banshee's wail
    A handful of people died, immediately, expired the moment that the banshee's wail touched them and stole them away from earthly delights. The victims here numbered towards a dozen, given the fact that the murderers sauntered into a busy square in broad daylight to do so. Someone watching from a distance could see the rippling effect of the wail, as people near the point of origin dropped without a word, the people beyond them brought their hands to their ears and blood ran from their eyes like tears as they stumbled to the ground and back to their feet to escape, and others beyond them were both the most pained and the most mobile, dispersing immediately.
    This left those wearing protective helmets, and around them a ring of dead bodies. With the market mostly cleared now, the way ahead was paved for more of their bedlam.
    Paved roads, of course, could communicate their payloads in two directions. In the immediate aftermath of the attack there was no where for the murderers to hide, no crowd through which they could be lost, and the infrastructure which might have given them cover had been deliberately destroyed by the same attack which had taken lives.
    This made them conspicuous targets.
    A glass vial rolled to a stop in front of Sarah, and one in front of the spying Philip. They broke apart just as they entered the field of vision and consciousness, almost as if the observer's paradox was the trigger (it wasn't), and unleashed their respective spells; the first a potion of reduction, to shrink the woman down to a manageable size, and the second a cloud of acid gas that will warp metal and flesh alike on Philip.
    It takes minimal effort to spot across the center of the market a growing contingency of what, judging by their attire, must have been a few of the merchants whose commerce had been so unceremoniously interrupted. Among them a weaponsmith and an alchemist stood out as sporting some of their best wares.
    A scroll had been broken here too, and a Whisper sent out.
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    supernal got a reaction from Delicious Steak in Canvas of blood and nightmares (Valdrin)   
    ### Dauner and the coerced murders
    "Shay?"
    What had been an unhealthy, but not dangerous, expression of sibling rivalry, the hoodlum angry at his younger brother for being smarter and having better prospects than he ever could, had not been a fatal exchange until that stranger arrived. That was how Shay remembered it. Names and spitballs and shoving, not chipped teeth and broken skin. Underneath that jealousy was a core of pride as well - at least one of them was making it out.
    Then the stranger came and all of that changed. Actions were taken which could not be taken back and all of that because . . . because . . . ?
    "H-help . . ." It was a weak probing of the air by sound. As weak as Reon himself felt as he rose and stumbled away from the bodies.
    "Help." Stronger now as his familiarity with magic began to make sense of his past. He had been reading about city living because he was on his way to one for a scholarship. He remembered reading about the Safeguard Act, and how they classified unnatural compulsion as a violent crime; just that, just the act of taking over someone else's will, let alone using them to commit further criminal acts. Was all of this coming to mind because that's what?
    He had to get, "Help!"
    Someone nearby, for villages were not the sprawling and anonymous infrastructures which were cities, had seen events transpire. They broke the seal on a Whisper scroll and used it to let the recipients know on the other side in the multicast transmission: "There's been a murder."
    Note: The local militia is informed; they will relay the information abroad
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    ### Dauner and the church
    It had begun.
    Screams, pain, rippled from the market, flooded the streets, flowed through the town, crashed against the stout walls of the church. The apprentices and priests were concerned, as they should be, but they didn't know; the oracles were concerned, as they should be, because they knew. They did not have to wonder what was coming - parsing the signs and symbols of Her infinite complexity told them darkness fell, and would test their light.
    Dauner's induced panic was potent. It, for a moment, made these men and women of the cloth forget that their deity was not some remote force, to which prayers were sent only to be given silence in return. Their god was not an incarnate god, such as those they had in Renovatio, who could be felled by way of sword or cleansed by fire, who could be halved by mortal means and then consumed by those mortals . . . there was talk that some of the Renovatio's pantheon was being used to make drugs, an idea which boggled the mind. What good was a god who could do nothing? Why pray? Why worship?
    But theirs could, and once the moment of panic lapsed, they began to remember.
    Or, rather, the presence of Sister Tilt reminded them. As a ranked diocese her presence alone contributed greatly to their calm, to their mounting courage[1]. The members of her clock parted for her like the ocean, and she moved to the side of Brother Cyne and laid a hand on his shoulder[2] while addressing Dauner.
    "If you hide your darkness, hide from your darkness, however can you shine your light on what it obscures?"
    The question was not really a question, it was a statement, and though directed towards Dauner it was meant for the people around her; in the studied rhetoric of their practice the Sister, in effect, called the cryptic entity willfully ignorant.
    The Sister was standing now. To her side a portal (like a door, not like the magical kind) opened in the wall[3]. The church was made of the very stuff which connected their mortal coils, as animals, to the Mother's eternal presence. They didn't need to struggle against windows and the doorways made for the unlearned, they could simply make their own. An open suggestion that those who felt could not fight for their lives do the other good work of checking on the town. Some left, others remained.
    It also served as a clue to Dauner, a commentary on his choice of prop and victim as well as on his ability to dictate terms. Well before the sand ran to its final grain it punched through its housing in a spike aimed for his heart[4].
    1: Crown of courage: Aura bolsters strength and courage in nearby allies.
    2: Heal [major]: Capable of healing organ failure and massive trauma.
    3-4: Geomancy: The basic ability to manipulate earth
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    supernal reacted to Witch in PETAL is looking for buds - action archeology! still open!   
    I'll have it up today.
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    @Witch reminder
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    supernal reacted to Zigzag in Core lessons from media   
    The Outsiders-Book
    Lesson: Never let the world take away your optimism. Stay golden, Ponyboy.
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    supernal reacted to amenities in A Man of Many Crystals   
    It is said Michael Commager has been doing a certain conspicuous type of espionage around the Cities of Empire...
    Not the espionage one would expect from the seasoned Major, no. A very unique type.
    Terran Major Michael Commager has been furnishing Gaian churches all around Lagrimosa with crystals that illuminate the cathedrals of the All-Mother's faith.
    Prayer Crystals hang from the undersides of their steepled roofs.
    These crystals thrum to the prayer of Gaians, both invigorating them and responding in kind to their benevolent creator. Through them, Michael is connected to the goings on of a growing number of churches in Lagrimosa.
    This is the same Michael Commager who established Aspyn in the wake of Biazo City's destruction, which was symbolic of the Empire's instability at the time, in the process nurturing millions of refugees from all around Lagrimosa. This is the same Michael Commager who routed the evil armies of a warlord known as Dredge off the shores of Last Chance.
    Now he looks to get out ahead of these threats. Now he makes Prayer Crystals.
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    supernal reacted to Dabi in Nobility is but a gift [Hasturia]   
    Hi y'all. You seem to be getting a lot of me lately. Well get used to it
    Today, what I bring you is power, wealth and opportunity. If I have your interest, then please proceed.
    THE KINGDOM OF HASTURIA

    Wanna start a noble house in Hasturia? I'm looking for a minimum of 4 houses of nobility to fill the void in Hasturia, but more is more than welcome. I think it'll be only right for me give you a little explanation for this, but first, here's for those who wanna check out Hasturia's landing page.
    On to business then. As you might already know from the above article, Hasturia's government is that of a constitutional monarchy where the democratic branch of the government is the one that actively governs the nation, while the monarchical branch only handles a few aspects of government, and overwatches the action of the democratic branch to make sure the people come first.
    The kingdom is made up of several villages and towns, but only 5 cities, the biggest one being Jiyuu. The cities of Hasturia are:
    Jiyuu (Capital) Selmburg Harris Inari Tolenor Each of these cities, except for Jiyuu, is supposed to be governed by a Duke (head of a noble house). Now the thing is, there are no noble houses in Hasturia. Selmburg has a temporary Duke, but that's it. So I'm here to find out who amongst you guys will be interested in creating a noble house in Hasturia. 4 cities remain, so lay your claim today, lest it be too late tomorrow.
    Now, why am I doing this now? Because I want to get Hasturia as much canon activity as possible, and possibly prepare for a civil war arc in a year or two (this will depend on how the storylines play out).
    Please note that Hasturia is a new nation and so your noble houses cannot have histories that date back to times immemorial. Noble houses are created once Dauner grants nobility to someone, and that person creates his house. However, even if Dauner has granted your character nobility, they still would not have met him in person for that, but would have rather met Shelly. Below if the format for creating a house.
    * = Required
    *House name:
    *Sigil:
    *Coat of Arms:
    *House motto:
    Estate name: 
    *Current Head/founder:
    *City of preference: < City you'd like dukedom over >
    *History: < Short history about your house dated back to at most 1 year >
    Heir: < List if possible >
    Ancestral weapon: < Weapon of Choice; MP prevails >
    *Military: < Military Strength > 
    Source of Wealth: < Notable Achievements >
     
    Let me know if you'd like to rp out the creation of your house, or if you prefer to have it already established. I'm open to any and all questions you may have.
    Edit: if you have any fields you'd like to add to your application that are not in the template, please do.
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