Die an honest citizen.

Travance is not a place of orderly lines and clean consciences. It is not a land of obedience and convention. For as long as this place has existed, it has been a magnet for the violent, the dissident, and the defiant. Many who found nothing but scorn and rejection in common society have found a home worth dying for on this, the unclean side of the rift. For the whole of this barony's history, it has been the unstated promise of freedom to craft a life as you see fit that has made its people willing to defend it no matter the cost. We stand tall not because of a single code, law, or ruler. We still stand because of who we are as a people, and I think it's time we admit to ourselves just who that is. When even kings are forced to confront the truth that it is strength, skill, and courage that will save us, not restrictions and social classes, it is high time we spoke true to our own brothers and sisters. If monarchs can swallow their pride then we, too, can abandon our petty hangups and admit to being the killers we are. Let the fires engulfing the world bring illumination to this truth, and may you join me in dying an honest man.

I am Orias Wormwood. I have asked every god to bless the slaughter I've rained down on my enemies, and have experienced firsthand the truth that killing is killing, and its sweetness is not dependent upon whose name you do it in. If forgiveness is for the weak, and it is, I may be called murderer, anti-paladin, raper, and pillager. I have slain paladins of both orders, and trapped the souls of andorrans in a bottle for my own benefit. I have called True Warlocks brother, and granted Knighthood to servants of Agaurra for being even greater servants of Travance. I have slain nobles on the field of battle, and in the quiet of their sleep. I have carried the bodies of Travance's mightiest foes to dank crypts, for use as weapons of undeath. I have been called "Ser", "Lord", and "monster". Whichever title history remembers me by, let it be said the only one I valued was "Travancian".

come Xualla. come fire. come battle. come an end.

-WW

[The following is scribbled below the original post and is unsigned]

Even those who are vile will speak the truth sometimes.

Coming to Travance years ago deep down I saw myself as a bad person for how I left my home. But truly I felt bad about how I didn't care. I may be a known as a horrible person in some places and nice guy in others. But as long as I have a blade in hand I'll still be carving a name for myself for my own reasons.

Signed
A Z

(OOG this post does not have any other signature than what is shown)

It's funny that even though there are people who agree with you, yet they refuse to sign their names. Even in a dire time they refuse to acknowledge themselves embracing your honesty.

However, may each of us earn the death we deserve before it falls us.

-Ava.

I don't think I will be remembered as a smart man, but neither too will it be said I lived with fear in my heart.
Come Xualla, come Balfurous, so I may drive my blade in your hearts or die trying.

Orophin Eärƒalas

I have nothing to hide, and if I did, I doubt that I'd need to share now. We aren't dying. Say that we are and we're one more step to making that reality. That's not Travance.

-Clytie