To the Glory hungry and Daring, 1648

[Publius 4098]

Across the lands, couriers would ride hard from the South with stern gazes and ragged packs. Unless they were prevented, they would seek the criers of all settlements they had come across to holler the following:

 

 

“Could they write this any smaller? Hrmph… DEAREST CITIZENS!

 

Trouble brews near Markev; the dead rise only to take up arms! Evil forces are at work, and already have done combat with the Haensetic Royal Army on occasion. Following an expedition past the Czena river, it is revealed to us now that they march on the capital!

 

Though they have each time repulsed the wraiths so far, it is now the walls of a city, and not the shield wall of men at stake - the citizenry is at stake. To the glory hungry and daring, to the bold and brave, act righteous and stand with us!

 

Should you only come equipped with honour, worry not; simply send word and you shall be armed and transportation paid for. Send word down to Markev addressed to Hadrian Clovannus, and if the least of your concerns is losing your nerve, you will receive a warm welcome.”

 

So there stands the crier, scanning the crowd. A brow lofted, he stops and gazes at you - is it a sign, or does he think you are interested for having heard the whole announcement?

 

Spoiler

This weekend a siege event in Markev is going on, and this can be considered something of an open invitation. To those interested, this will likely be the founding event of a Knight Errantry order meant to participate in these sorts of RP events and such similar. Should you be interested, PM me on here, Discord (Publius#1947) and/or simply drop a response here. It shall be hosted at 2PM EST this Saturday. Happy hunting!

[herculean_wud 3662]

Sweaty Stefan, the Raev pig farmer turned Errant in recent times, donned his brigandine and mail, and made his way to the great city. 

[Endovelicus 613]

The youth sat upon his bed outside of the Lord Palatine's office, a vial of sacramental chrysm and a steel blade by his side.

"Ave Oenus, vires plena, Dominus tecum..."

Jan dabbed his finger upon some of the sacramental oils, making the patern of the cross of Horen upon his blade as he prayed.

"...Benedicta tu in imperatoribus..."

The Londenlander continued with the ritual, a few candles within his home altar burning lightly, he formed the cross of Lorraine with his finger over his blade.

"...et benedictus fabulae fractarum tui, Sancte..."

The soft murmur of his prayer to Exalted Owyn matched the flicker of the candles upon his altar, above the altar a painting of Blessed Jack Rovin and Saint Kristoff as he made the cross of Rhodesia with the oils, his finger feeling the cold steel as he did so.

"...Sanctus Oenus, Defensor Casti, ora pro nobis peccatoribus..."

 As he began to finish the prayer his voice rose, his eyes now upon his altar piece upon his room as he mentally made a vow to GOD Himself. His thumb gathering any remaining chrysm before he made the cross of Hussaria upon the weapon.

"...nunc et in hora mortis nostrae, Deus Vult."

The youth crosses himself, rising from his siting position as he goes to blow out the candles, sheathing his sword he's take his arbalest with him also before making his way down to Markev, to join the Clovannii and his remaning kinsmen in the fight against the undead and the unholy.

[OzYmandi 647]

Roland var Rothchild takes up his arms in defence of the great nation and city!

[bromadan 368]

Clement III stood in the Adamantine Cathedral as he heard news of this.. undead incursion against Haense. With a flick of a hand he ordered his Knights to gather the Order of Saint Lucien. With shouts of orders and direction the district became alive with activity as young men grabbed their arms and armor from the Smith.

 

The older Pontiff strode to his chambers and neatly folded his hands before him as he gazed at the suit of armor he wore during the Third Crusade. He signed the cross before him as he took a deep breath, a simple thought came to mind.

 

"The Church, and the Faithful, will aid their Brothers in the South to defend against the corruption of Iblees... Deus Magnus." 

[Guest]

"And so we ride," comments Mithras, Keeper of Xan.

[drfate786 1690]

Alifer Von Amice reads the pamphlet and scoffs. 

 

"Mere pretenders."

[DarkElfs 160]

"Robyn hold her hands up lifting up her middle finger"  Finally I get to see some action in this town I can possibly join! Usual stuck watching it all but lease this time be different hopefully! 

[Arhbi 181]

A burst of flame which resembled silver starlight engulfed the right hand of Thomas and illuminated the dark surroundings he found himself within. He moved his enkindled hand down to the notice of warning to shine light upon its script so that he was able to read. With an expression of curiosity and a will to vanquish the dark beings that were creeping ever closer he prepared his belongings, saddled his horse and rode to Haense. "These beings will find nothing but their damnation when they march on Markev." 

[Jentos 9422]

Feremyr stared blankly at the crier, picking his nose with a pale finger before going off to notify a select friend of his. @Joltastik

[Joltastik 506]

"Brand's Itchin' . . ." A ragged man states, dragging an used cloth over the flat of his aurum blade. He'd usher Faremyr a simple, reluctant nod, going as to make preparations.

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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