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The Lotharingian Lament


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A young patriot hums an ancient tune on the road to Metz, heart beating with pride at the reunion of two once disparate states as one once again. As his feet fall upon the cobbles he happily sings the song - the ambition expressed by it still burning within him.

 

"Vive Rex Augustus..."

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5 minutes ago, Stigwig. said:

 

 

A young patriot hums an ancient tune on the road to Metz, heart beating with pride at the reunion of two once disparate states as one once again. As his feet fall upon the cobbles he happily sings the song - the ambition expressed by it still burning within him.

 

"Vive Rex Augustus..."

 

 

Original Anthem.

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John would smile in approval of Ser Otto's decision.

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((Sad to see you go, really. I always saw you as a friend, even through the Metz scandal. You were solely the person that got me where I am today on LotC. Stay on Skype in case I get bored and need someone to play Arma with :). Anyhow, I really do appreciate this gesture, farewell brother.)) 

 

 

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((Take care pal. Hope life treats you well.

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Good night, our sweet Arabian prince. :(

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John smiles as he's reunited with his brother in the seven skies.

((take care Ali I hope your health continues to improve and life works out for you. You've got my number keep in touch.))

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15 minutes ago, Lyonharted™ said:

Good night, our sweet Arabian prince. :(

wtf i do emoticon then it does useless smiley ?? 

 

? ?

 

this need fix asap

 

wow thx

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((Farewell my brother, I'm sad to see you go man but you've got my number so keep in touch

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Eleanore, first daughter of Augustus, shed silent tears. She sat, white haired and wrinkled now, reminiscing on days long past. She remembered her father, a man of tall strength, hair golden as the wheat fields around her home. A broad chest covered with a golden tree on shining steel, the same as their family words. Gold in peace, steel in war. Summerhall, the most beautiful place in Vailor, her true home and the place she visited often still in her dreams. A tall stone keep, sat high on an island, surrounded by vast fields of golden wheat, backdropped by the greenest forest you had ever seen. In her minds eye she saw hawks flying, people laughing. She saw joy, without falter, as the Lotharingian people worked and lived in peace. She remembered the day she lost her father, the day she wept for him and for her home. She remembered the day she left Summerhall, for the last time. She never returned to Lorraine after that. The people there never felt like her family, and the halls of Metz could never be her home. The land was her father's child as much as she was, and so for Lorraine today she wept. Her heart ached with longing for those halcyon days, though she knew a new generation of d'Amaury children would find their own. And for that, she was proud.

 

“You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.”

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Goodbye to a fellow Persian.

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