Vege 4804 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Thirty years have passed since the infamous and controversial Courland refugee crisis. For thirty years the Staunton family lay dormant, waiting. Waiting to take revenge upon the people that betrayed them, lied to them and inevitably, slaughtered them. Courland is not just a person, it is not just a land, it isn’t even just a name. It is an idea. You can take away people, you can take away land, you can take away their name, but you cannot take away thoughts. On the 2nd of the First Seed, 1593, it was a mild and temperate Orenian night. There was a mellow breeze, the banners of House Horen fluttering gently over Ostwick, for a time. The guards spotted a group approaching, nodding to each other. This was a time that they had been waiting for. They raised the gates as a large force galloped into the keep, led by an elderly, dark haired man. The purple and black flag was lowered as a new, all too familiar green and black flag was raised. The Revolution had come. The Houses of Staunton, Staunton-Horen and Staunton-Horen-Vimmark were ready. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The King Of The Moon 7016 Share Posted January 6, 2017 The Watchman smirks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
shortchangehero 4217 Share Posted January 6, 2017 "Staunton the brave, Staunton the strong." Shouts Jacque de Staunton. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ambduscias 1028 Share Posted January 6, 2017 the young infant john ted vimmark-staunton, son of lady john staunton I shakes his rattle in celebration of the glorious act. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TankM1A2 840 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Henrik Kovachev deficates. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ducklingator 795 Share Posted January 6, 2017 "Interesting." An elfess smirks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suicidium 1295 Share Posted January 6, 2017 "Avarice and malice has reared its ugly head, and. . . We can only watch this fracturing all around us to see such. The Creator will not forgive those that use his name for only their own gain" Someone, somewhere wrote to another. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lsuvsfar 255 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Bastion would draw in a deep breath as he looked out on the horizon at the walls of Ostwiskt. "Finally the day has come." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gridlock 1033 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Grid of House Lock reminds all Orenians that he did in fact warn them. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Chaw 964 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Tarub would call his friend and profoundly accurate sniper. "Oi blad, t'ere back. Ah need ye're expertoise again weh can' 'ave t'ese fohken screemers maken truble." @Draeris Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pureimp10 5691 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Britannus rolls in his grave. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GavinTheViking 151 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Karl Klargus sits at his newly-made oak desk, taking his quill and bobbing it down into a glass of ink. He would look up from writing his nearly finished essay, saying out loud to himself. "Imperial tyranny will not put down those it has neglected to protect. Men are ready to fight, for Courland and for John, God bless his soul. The tyrant Philip will know: we kneel to no man." Karl would then smile, looking over his shoulder and seeing several men preparing arms and armor for future battles. He then would return to his quill and his piece of parchment. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chef891 232 Share Posted January 6, 2017 Osvaldo Mcdonough reads the transcript. It may surprise many but he feels it is necessary to help put an end to the power hungry Orenian Empire and its allies in the North. He then returns his former bannerman cloths to begin his journey towards Ostwistk in search to join the revolution. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Old Man Roleplay 380 Share Posted January 6, 2017 A red bulky Uruk would clean his human-size blade from enemies blood."Ah Rebel? Zkah... Hoomiez dun' even gruk whu arh dey real enemiez arh." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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