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[Publius 4098]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExVtrghW5Y4

 

For a second time, the loyal armies of Oren walked over the piles of Adrian losers and snakes.

 

For a second time, the loyal armies of Oren walked closer towards Brelus with their broad smiles and heavy rucksacks filled with goodies.

 

And for a second time, the Ducal Coalition was smacked senseless.

 

In droves, Adrians would scream at the gates of Felsen and Dour Watch, numbering in the tens of thousands, these screamers beating their chest and claiming dominance because of the success of a single raid, much like that of a monkey who may have joined Dunamis. Their protests would not extend to the merchants of Savoy, as they brought in bounties of salt to those who cried over their loses, and exclaimed foul play on behalf of the crown.

 

Though they may not accept it, the fact remained true that the rebels were not safe on the field, or in their hidey holes. As more and more men switched allegiances to the true crown, the remaining crows in leadership would sweat buckets.

 

Whether it is because they were hot and bothered, or nerves, no one could tell.

 

Though these men fought for their freedom ever so valiantly, much like de Bolbecs, they too were no match in the end for the POWERFUL Orenian armies.

 

Louis Brisache would walk among his men and the dead alike near the walls of the Vladov keep, smoking his pipe merrily as he pried chains, rings, and whatever else he liked the look off of the bodies of young men of the crow who were smashed and shmucked by the might of Oren and her allies, happy that his days work was done.

 

(DISCLAIMER: this is for fun)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECyhrYuHh7c

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=18&v=vnulAutH0QY

[argonian 14254]

Tylos learned a valuable lesson today. Oil and fire don't exist and cannot be used on siege towers.

[Raomir 1855]

Tomislav goes home and lights a piece of wood on fire, frowning, he wonders why it did not work today.

[Peter Chivay 2494]

 

[ please make this the music on the top thank you

 

the first dude is awful but it gets hype from there ]

 

*tom yells*

[Samson Option 9652]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuviHgApV9o

 

Quinn and Branwen neared Barrowyck, eyeing the siege from their sheltered position betwixt two elms in a grove. They both drew crosses across their chest in unison and dipped their head.

[Guest]

"Giving up already? It's just as well, you have no chance at winning anyway." quotes Guile de Sola.

[Publius 4098]

 

 

[ please make this the music on the top thank you

 

the first dude is awful but it gets hype from there ]

 

*tom yells*

 

 

(it warranted adding a after, but replacing Donald? Naaaaaah)

[Hammer4_ 166]

Upon hearing of The Grey Cloaks being disbanded, Aultyr would spit on the fallen stone of Barrowyk, saying softly "Time for tha' Broken Crows ta do tha' same thing."

[Geoff 33]

"All that's left is for me ta' bring home some Crow heads." Solbjorn says, while looking from above on the wasteland once known as Barrowyk.

[Peter Chivay 2494]

(it warranted adding a after, but replacing Donald? Naaaaaah)

 

[[ first time i watched sweatpants' music video i was stoned af so it bugged me out

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Athirius stood pompously atop of a tower, yanking an arrow out of his chest-plate, letting out a proud exhale.

 

[Savoyard 263]

Sergius de Bar begins his trek back to Peremont, his iron boots crunching on the rubble of Barrowyk with pride. 

[KimJongCharlos 3]

as they brought in bounties of salt to those who cried over their loses

 

Losses*

[KUSHerZombie 222]

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    Maxwell would let a thin smile of pleasure fall on his face, his armour and sword stained with the blood of Adrians. He runs his finger along his blade, as he would remember all of the wars he's ever fought in, his hands covered in scars from every battle and fight. He stands up from his chair, and moves to a mirror, looking at his reflection as he realizes something new, a sign of old age- a single patch of silver now visible in his formally youthful hair. He would swallow, looking at his reflection in the water-stained mirror as he runs his fingers through his hair, then he slowly and gracefully moves to his small couch, taking a seat, relaxing. He sighs, then closes his eyes to dream of the great Orenian victories.

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   The young Bracchus, smiles, it had been his second battle. Caspar's formally shiny armour is now stained red. It had been five days since the battle and he had finally returned home. He had his armour sitting on top of his chest of doors. His room is neatly organized and he sits cross-legged on his made bed, still in the moment of victory. He strokes his chin, he had become visibly older in the past years, maturing from a ripe fifteen year old boy to an eighteen year old man. He had managed to grow a small goatee, and his hair had gone near wild, growing long and beginning to show present curls. His previously rather slim body began to show sign of muscle, and overall looked much older than just a short few years ago.

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  Ja'Rizren, a somewhat frail kharajyr grips her bloodied trident as she arrives to her home village. She had never been much of a physical fighter, and typically resorted to magic, which left her with many painful wounds after the battle, an arrow wound in her upper right thigh, and a few cuts and gashes here and there. When she finally arrived home, she sat down, and closed her eyes for a short moment, wincing in pain as the cuts came in contact with her bamboo chair. He took a few huffs, and a blue bubble began to warp into existence, it began to split, and surround each of her wounds. They slowly time lapsed away to a time that they hadn't been there until completely healed. Exhausted from the hard work, she gracefully maneuvers her way over to her lavish down bed. She pulled back the covers and slipped under the sheets. She grabs a book from her bedside table, and opens it up. She begins to read it, and before long, she falls asleep, book in hand.
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"Ave Orenia."

[Helios_ 288]

"'Orenian army'... Who the hell was the other half then?"