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TWO DEAD PRINCES.


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TWO DEAD PRINCES.

 

The vast plains stretching from Renatus to Curon had long-since become a preferred hunting ground for the Imperial Loyalists, there could be no safe passage along the roads for the rebels who sought to strive our Imperium into disarray, no mercy could be granted to those that would risk the lives of all Men by perpetrating a war against the rightful Emperor.

 

And it was upon this very Saint’s Day that Augustus and Mark, who both hailed from the House of Skynor, stormed out of the Capital in a search for blood; it could be assured that they got exactly that. They were halted by a contingent of Rebels and Snow Elves led by the Crown Prince of Fenn - Aelthos Tundrak. As expected, a fight ensued which resulted in:

 

The death of Aelthos Tundrak, butchered by Mark the squire of Ser Aldis.

The death of Siegmund Corbish, slain by Augustus.

The capture & execution of Brube Barbanov.


 

 

 

 


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Perhaps it had become a repetitive scene for some, it seemed almost daily an enemy leader was dragged in chains to the Capital. A routine almost, fight, capture, and execution. The brave men of the House of Skynor placed him on to the guillotine and shortly after, his head rolled.

 

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Then there was the casual talk of another grievance, only this time it was different - it was no ordinary soldier or loyalist ushering the cold, meaningful words. It was Clive, Clive the Jester - dubbed as a god of warfare and battle. Surely an omen for what it is to come; the words rasped from betwixt his cold lips.

 

Grievance 95.




 

 

 

 


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[!] Attached to the bottom of the missive is a list of the so-far deceased signatories marked in red.

Conrad de Falstaff, Count of Leuven

Arthur de Falstaff, High Marshal

Edward Morris, Count of Ager and Patrician of the Golden City of Ves

Nedric Arkazniv, Patrician of the Golden City of Ves

Leopold Stafyr, Count of Nenzing and Palatine of Hanseti-Ruska

Aelthos Tundrak, Crown Prince of Fenn

Brube,  Prince of Haense

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The death of Aelthos Tundrak, butchered by Mark the squire of Ser Aldis.


Again?! He must have weak legs, for ‘e spends more time layin’ down than standin’!Ser Darius Ault would laugh in hysterics after hearing of this news!
 

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(messaged you beforehand I wasn’t pking if you weren’t gonna put more effort into the RP and whilst willing to cooperate with your RP, also not a prince of haense)

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An elderly man in red garb takes a long drink from his flask of wine before wiping his mouth with his robe sleeve. He squats down by the executed men and tuts in disapproval. From his leather bound tome he read:

 

”Thy cause was true but thy skills did lack, See you in Cloud Temple when you get back!”

 

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Ser Henrik Ludovar would let out a laugh.

“They don’t even know who is and who isn’t a Barbanov.. such idiots.”

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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