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Location: An anonymous tavern along the coast of war-torn Banard

 

At an indecent hour on an indecent day for drinking, a dire-eyed young man (who’d look a dead ringer for his father, if he had one) slinks into the smoky old watering hole, home sweet home. As the mercenary walked very deliberately around the bar, his hands out and away from his pockets, a dusty tavernkeep polished an even dustier glass whilst nonchalantly peeking under the bar for his dagger, his old wounds acting up something fierce. The barkeep warily eyed Guildenstern all the way past the bar, until the man slipped through the kitchen doorway and out of sight.

 

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A cadre of men surrounded the butcher’s table in the kitchen, brooding over a couple of letters and other documents stained with pig’s blood. They turned toward the newcomer one by one, and the tension in the room was palpable. Some of the younger men peered up in excitement. Others, the older and wiser only looked on in weariness and bewilderment. Baurus even drew his knife.

 

Guildenstern produced a rolled up map from his sleeve and raised his hands to his ears as he approached the table. Although he greeted his knife-clad mate with a brotherly smile, Guildenstern’s cat eyes gave away nothing. He brushed past the gathering to the table and hastily swept away the previous documents, instead laying down his map.

 

“Gentlemun, wae’ve a job.” The man sounded more like he was fighting with his accent then speaking with it.

 

“And wot happens when all goes south, on dis job o’ yers, Guild?” Spoke up Tullian, one of a few navigators truly worth his salt.

 

Guildenstern dared not turn his eyes up from the map as he unrolled it, neither did he grace Tully with a response. “All yew lads familiar wit de whelp who sits 'pon Ulmsbottom’s roightful swumpland on Taahn isle, aye?”

 

Some men nodded in affirmation, while others only muttered confusion. “Well 'es got sumfin' belongs to mae, savvy?” He’d place his hand on his chest.

 

“Dis sounds like revenge, Guild, not a job. Yew tryin’ to crown yerself a King?” Roared old Glenroy. Some of the other men joined him in mocking laughter.

 

“Nah mate... I got nofin in common wit dad.” Guildenstern muttered grimly and frowned up at the old warrior, the look in his eye as cold and alien as ever. “All de loot wae split, eaven.”

 

This had the intended effect, causing a murmur to ripple through the stuffy kitchen.

 

“All de gold, iron… de land.” He let that last word hang a moment. “Devils know oi’ll cot my own cos inta twenty pieces and give each man a share.”

 

...

 

When Guildenstern and his merry band set sail on a boat requisitioned from Charles II’s fleet to gather allies, they flew this flag:


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WARCLAIM

 

 

Tier Chosen: 1st

 

Type of battle: Skirmish

 

Date And Time: 3pm est April 1st the year of our lord, 2017

 

Side A: The Bastard’s Band & Friends

 

Side B: The Free Duchy of Mardon & Allies

 

Location and boundaries:

 

Direct Area:

https://puu.sh/uZEB3/496b23552e.png

 

Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location:

https://puu.sh/uZEfz/f2ad520e49.png

 

Terms of Victory

 

Upon Victory For...

 

Victory for the Attackers: All Mardonic forces are killed or flee the battlefield

 

Victory for the Defenders: All Bastardic forces are killed or flee the battlefield

 

REWARDS

 

Offensive Victory: The Bastards may go on to siege a nearby location

 

Defensive Victory: Mardon may go on to siege a nearby location or can prevent the Bastards from skirmishing for 2 weeks

 

Rules

 

  • No status shenanigans

  • No flying

  • Legitimate nexus items only no roy tier """relics"""

  • No apples, no explosives, no one flay day alts

  • Play nice

 

 

 

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hello my friend, First off I must ask where are you attacking from and what is your CB? Also it is Monday yet you are posting a warclaim for Saturday.

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My base of operations is the wine factory (haha who would've guessed)

 

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Its still sunday for the civilized parts of the world

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The traditional rules for these threads  apply as per usual. Refrain from posting unless you apart of the War Team or a leader of the involving parties. Any unnecessary posts will receive warning points.

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Don't worry, we'll talk this down with Harrison. Though, you've no CB to have a shot at Mardon.

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So after talking with the administration this warclaim is:

Denied

 

There is no valid Casus Belli for you guys to war with Mardon. This situation is very similar to the Oren vs Orc warclaim that went up after the Orcs tried to rebuild. 

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SKIRM AT 3 EST TOMORROW BE THERE OR BE SQUARE.

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