rukio 8924 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Adelith Elyris, thankful to live outside of Helena and its violence, would pray for her friends Uhtred, Justin, and Sam during these times of conflict. ”Why do humans fight so much, mum?” @TheIchorDruid Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 8055 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Achille Nicephore lets out a distinctly Orenian war cry. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coolcod77 614 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Manfred Karl Barclay, Lieutenant of the HRA picked up the notice on his way to the Reza festival. “We’re at your service, you only need to call.” He’d comment as he read the Emperors words, proceeding to fold up the notice and place it in his back pocket. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roguechaotic 264 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Derik would hear murmurs of the news through out the Bastille "Planned on visiting sutica again sometime soon, wished it was under better conditions" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Proddy 2415 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Peter Amadeus de Sarkozy of Pompourelia looks down from the Seven Skies with his mother Henrietta of Alstion, the woman who had shared the same unfortunate fate as he so many years before. And for the first time in a long time the two of them rejoiced – the tyrant of Sutica shall face a swift justice at last. No longer would he be free to oppress not only the Orenian people within his state but his own people. They would be saved from the shackles of dictatorship from their terrorist, authoritarian leader at last. ”I tried to warn you.” the deceased Pompourelian heir hums coyly, a gleeful grin stretching it’s way upon his lips. ”You have killed me, and now I have become more powerful than you could possibly imagine. I would say I shall see you soon Alstreim, but your only destination is straight to hell.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DAENGIE 514 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Edward Kursin would pick up the missive, meanwhile holding a small paper cup by the sole Norlandic water cooler and missive table. As he read, he would sigh. “Seem’s our king’s undead cousin pete is at it again. Och joy...another war between th' nations. Oh well. Dont ave nothin ta do with our ome so, could care less.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ApplePieKathy 561 Share Posted June 13, 2020 ”LIBERATE SUTICA!” Yelled Vivaca Rutledge in the streets of Helena! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8924 Share Posted June 13, 2020 4 minutes ago, Proddy said: Peter Amadeus de Sarkozy of Pompourelia looks down from the Seven Skies with his mother Henrietta of Alstion, the woman who had shared the same unfortunate fate as he so many years before. And for the first time in a long time the two of them rejoiced – the tyrant of Sutica shall face a swift justice at last alongside his Elfen *****. No longer would he be free to oppress not only the Orenian people within his state but his own people. They would be saved from the shackles of dictatorship from their terrorist, authoritarian leader at last. ”I tried to warn you.” the deceased Pompourelian heir hums coyly, a gleeful grin stretching it’s way upon his lips. ”You have killed me, and now I have become more powerful than you could possibly imagine. I would say I shall you soon Alstreim, but your only destination is straight to hell.” Alyssa Swint looks down from the All-Father’s Halls alongside her great grandparents, down to the city where she had met her own unfortunate fate six years prior. With bright, intelligent eyes, she would weep. For there would be no justice for the Orenian tyrant, nor his Elfen harem of whores. He would instead continue to oppress and bully those within and outside of his nation. The nation in which she had died. “All-Father guide my family in these trying times. Let not war take them before they look to you and not the Canonist’s false god.” She would then smile, rejoining those who had also died as Fatherists, murmuring a quiet verse from the scrolls. Do what is right, be it hard or soft going. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axelu 4333 Share Posted June 13, 2020 The Lady Pompourelia rejoices from the heavens above, hands interlocked with her son’s, the boy christened Peter Amadeus. With a kilted chin, the somber and staid princely noble drew a cadaverous palm to her viscomital child’s leftmost shoulder, divulging a telling utterance: “Peter the Third — my uncle, and by descent yours — is a GOD send. Justice is ours through him, and it will leave the world alight.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AdventureMaan 130 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Lifted his head up from his notebook which contained the foundations for his first book the Adventures of Stervon Shadowsteel as his friend told him of the news. After he went to his room in the Bastilles barracks and started sharping his sword "Finally I night be able to use this against real warriors not pesky bandits" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_pr0fit 3084 Share Posted June 13, 2020 “Ah yes, the non-tyrannical and heroic oren shall save us from the corrupt and despotic government of sutica.... oh wait.” Vykk says rolling his eyes “You’d have to be orenian to believe any of this bullshit.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eddywilson2 2117 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Niko packed his bag for a possible deployment. The horse cried in protest as the portly boy mounted it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 24181 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Roland Bren stares patiently at the missive from his mighty villa, a kettle settling upon the fire-place, bubbling and boiling. After steam exude the gaps of the kettle, he snapped out of his wondrous thought. A sigh parted the lips of the imperial soldier before one of the bankers stationed in the villa would rush into the manor, waving a missive in the air. ”Mistah Bren! Mistah Bren! Here!”, as the personal-banker handed over the parchment and ran back to work. The imperial soldier, Roland Bren, turned towards the gates, reeled upon by the congregation manning such. He’d take his mighty steed, riding off towards the serene city of Helena and into the Bastille. Upon arriving, he’d don his fourth brigade armour, shifting the sword into the scabbard across his waist. ”Time to serve His Imperial Majesty and bring justice to this vagabond.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DistantCryptid 405 Share Posted June 13, 2020 A tired-looking elfess would read the missive, tattoed fingers drumming agaisnt the table she settled herself in. She allowed a sigh to leave her lips. Her amber gaze running quickly through the lines. “Well sh*t” she heard herself mutter as she leaned back on the stuffed chair, turning back to her studies. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MC_BreadStick 203 Share Posted June 13, 2020 Lillian Grandaxe emits a short scoff ”F’course-... Sutica, back at et again” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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