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Courage, the selfless trait to not falter in doing what is right. Upon another victory, a quiet death is displayed.

Henry Alexander, a subtle man wishing to do right has risen through the ranks to the top of command. Immense pressure in his mind to show his men that he could do it, he will not fail, he cannot. Upon another day of battle, he donned his plate armor, his striped green tabard faded and red stained with blood. He'd open his door, peering out, seeing what he stands for, who he fights for.

Walking through the camp, spotting men readying themselves; crying, writing, sobbing, talking. He must show these men victory, he must show them the glory they deserve. Hours later a horn would be heard, rallying the men into their regiments. Henry would take his spot in front of a group of older men, receiving nothing but scowls from battle hardened veterans ready to take their place in heaven. Was he too young to die?

Henry, clad in blood. Stood fighting the yellows of Haense for many a day. As he held ground, his feet digging into the soft mud below, his leg would be struck by an axe cutting deep into it, falling under the boots of many men of different tabards above, none caring for the dead they tread over. Henry would lay there, trampled. Blood running out from his mouth as his eyes fall faint. Courlandic men pushed back from the area he lay. He'd raise his arm, and in his final moments as another Haensetic executioner noticed him, he'd smile. With sullen eyes, his gaze far above on on the clouds looming overhead, a sword would be pierced into his chest.

Henry Alexander Norfolk 1585-1604
 

By the grace of god, he is removed from this land.

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Ser Romanos would collapse to the ground after learning the death of another one of his friends and begins to calculate how many friends this war has taken from him. "Ser James... Jacque... Henry..." he'd mumble as he cannot force himself to stop crying.

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2 hours ago, Glocky18 said:

Ser Romanos would collapse to the ground after learning the death of another one of his friends and begins to calculate how many friends this war has taken from him. "Ser James... Jacque... Henry..." he'd mumble as he cannot force himself to stop crying.

"Grown men don't weep." States Aleksander Boronberg.

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Just now, TheAmazingPheonix said:

"Grown men don't weep." States Aleksander Boronberg.

"When you lose your friends in the battlefield, you'll understand then" Says Romanos

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1 minute ago, Glocky18 said:

"When you lose your friends in the battlefield, you'll understand then" Says Romanos

"You're a bit ch" says Gianfrederico Gradic

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