Daeland's Warning

[blago 1602]

Spoiler

 

An old Daelan’ figure would rise from the journey he vanished into, with him standing a few remaining Daelanders of old cladded in their torn, dirted kilts of orange and green. Looking over the horizon of Carolustadt, Alistair Gromach’s tired green gaze would rest, his own idea and understanding of where the Daelander people he left remained, unknowned. Marching into the tavern of the Empire’s capital, he’d be shocked by all that changed, everything that had faded as it did in Axios. Having sent message by flying log to one of his fore cousins, Alistair would find blood still in the lands - though not in good fortune, only being informed of all the false hooded bastards walking with the Gromach name and claim of lineage. His tranquil presence broken, this would drive him into a fit. To think of everything his Father Callan had built, ruined by those wanting to carry a dying legacy given without his own seed, those not thrown into the lake by his very hands. Tradition was lost, and the people he once saw to be united with his Father, scattered over like the numerous baronies that plagued the continent. Returning to honour the blood he was born to, those not deserving of the same privilege would have to be removed.

 

“M’eh brothers an’sisters! Our legacy is bein’ tainted by ‘es filth prob’ bred by m'eh ***** o’an Aunt. Evere’h Gromach or false Clan Daelander will b’eh executed by me’h hand for even tainting an’ impersonating the nobility. Sprea’the word, oie’m coming for them. Let this be a warning to any Gromach or Clan member otha’ than the false Daeland Gallics’ outside o’ me’h party, y’are renounced t’the name, spoken b’eh the Father of Clans, the ol’ Duke of Rosgar, and Leader t’the Daelands. Take th’mercy to leave your undeservin’ name, or be’h found and gutted by me’h an’ my men. Oie’ll be back f’something bigger than us, an’old duty m’eh Father oathed t’.”

Ranting on in a belligerent state, angered by the insult to his name and people, he’d slowly calm down before sending his Brothers and Sisters to repeat his very message, speaking in whispers and loud ramblings over the Human scape of Atlas. It’d be clear that those to not uphold his demands will definitely come to repercussions, at least allegedly.

[Wulfery 832]

*Wulffrey only shakes his fist in anger from Halvengr as he looks down on Alistair. That bloody bastard stole his sweet roll!*

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"Now now... what a funny world comes to be. Sheeps are fighting with rams, rams are fighting with deers. Deers promise death to sheeps, and all of those little ones forget about the big lion who only watches with calm eyes and waits for them to do one bad step to crush them to the ground." With his fluent common, Sigtrygg would chuckle, rubbing his non-existing eyebrows after he have successfully insulted kindling so well that it bursted into a massive fireball. That was a very weird situation. "Let's see dear brodirs and sitja where we'll travel with that. Let's see if firely buzzard will seek war or bonds."

[Gallic 1066]

4 hours ago, Blago said:

false Daeland Gallics’

"Ye WOT?" Yells Gwion, his jimmies rustled. "I spent the prime years 'o my life tryin te keep Daeland alive an' ye abandoned us the fek you TALKIN' ABOUT ALISTAIR? FALSE DAELAND GALLICS?"

 

The dude, now old, wheezes.

 

"By tha time we left, we were th'only ones there. We stuck around te try to make Daeland work. You didn't. Keep our names out yer mouth."

[bungo 3965]

The Adunians quarrel amongst themselves.

[Vindicant 642]

4 hours ago, Gallic said:

-snip-

"Fear not my young nephew, you are protected. If these men wish to break themselves on our spears, they are free to try." Karyssmov says to the elder Gwion, strange considering Gwion absolutely looks like twice his own age.

[blago 1602]

6 hours ago, Gallic said:

"Ye WOT?" Yells Gwion, his jimmies rustled. "I spent the prime years 'o my life tryin te keep Daeland alive an' ye abandoned us the fek you TALKIN' ABOUT ALISTAIR? FALSE DAELAND GALLICS?"

 

The dude, now old, wheezes.

 

"By tha time we left, we were th'only ones there. We stuck around te try to make Daeland work. You didn't. Keep our names out yer mouth."

“Ye’ dead.” He’d say simply, him and his marauder folk pulling out their axes and readying.

[Wulfery 832]

 "And so it seems that fate has decided. Interesting. And yet a shame to see brotherly cultures go against each other." With a wide grin Sigtrygg would toss a cracked bone into hearthfire, soon after hearing a loud crack as heat took care of it well. "Truly interesting."

[Slothtastic 761]

“Let Daeland die. This is practically necromancy. Besides yeh left, yeh idiot.” A Satyr speaks. 

[blago 1602]

3 minutes ago, Slothtastic said:

“Let Daeland die. This is practically necromancy. Besides yeh left, yeh idiot.” A Satyr speaks. 

“We’h aren’t Daelan’, jus’ cleaning the waste who ‘old our name sake.” He states, a new Daeland having never been announced. “Daeland demands ‘eh unity of clans, oie’m n’eh here f’that. Sons of Callan be’h arriving on a diffen’ purpose to serve an’old oath.”

[Slothtastic 761]

5 hours ago, Blago said:

“We’h aren’t Daelan’, jus’ cleaning the waste who ‘old our name sake.” He states, a new Daeland having never been announced. “Daeland demands ‘eh unity of clans, oie’m n’eh here f’that. Sons of Callan be’h arriving on a diffen’ purpose to serve an’old oath.”

“So yer killin’ those who have Daelish names? Yer a feckin’ idiot. Gallic was its own thing before Daeland. We moved there because of the Church.”

[blago 1602]

46 minutes ago, Slothtastic said:

“So yer killin’ those who have Daelish names? Yer a feckin’ idiot. Gallic was its own thing before Daeland. We moved there because of the Church.”

"Oie'nay say a thing abou'killing Gallics till ye'lil spook love'h made a comment." He'd be confused by the claims on comments never stated, waving him off as Daeland even existed far before Gallic was a name to Axios. "Now fok' off an'get read'e to die by ye' leader's ego."

[blago 1602]

17 hours ago, Blago said:

Let this be a warning to any Gromach or Clan member otha’ than the false Daeland Gallics’

Alistair thinks deeply, having remembered he specifically made it clear he excluded the Gallics from his warning due to not being of the original clan blood that dates to Axios. Shrugging it off, he'd return to his seat and continue sipping away at Clunge Gromach's famous brew - His sons and cousins outside his door bursting in joyful party as they prepare to settle with the very old friends who called them back home. 

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