A Temperate Orenian Night

[Vege 4804]

 

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.

 

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

The Watchman smirks.

[shortchangehero 4217]

"Staunton the brave, Staunton the strong."  Shouts Jacque de Staunton.

 

 

[Ambduscias 1028]

the young infant john ted vimmark-staunton, son of lady john staunton I shakes his rattle in celebration of the glorious act.

[TankM1A2 840]

Henrik Kovachev deficates.

[Ducklingator 795]

"Interesting." An elfess smirks.

[Suicidium 1295]

"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. 

[Lsuvsfar 255]

Bastion would draw in a deep breath as he looked out on the horizon at the walls of Ostwiskt.

 

"Finally the day has come."

[Gridlock 1033]

Grid of House Lock reminds all Orenians that he did in fact warn them.

[sneLf 314]

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[Chaw 964]

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

[Pureimp10 5691]

Britannus rolls in his grave.

[GavinTheViking 151]

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.

[Chef891 232]

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. 

[Old Man Roleplay 380]

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."