WHERE WERE YOU? (WHEN HAENSE LEFT)

[Draeris 3124]

 

WHERE WERE YOU?

(WHEN HAENSE LEFT)

 

Adrian Helvets sat at the head of the table, pricking his fork into the steaming salmon. To his side sat Lemuel de Langford and Richard Hildwin. The dinner proceeded rather peacefully, until his father stormed into the dining hall most displeased. 

 

“Ohh children of Oren, have you heard? Our beloved Haeseni have departed!” The maids started weeping, the hounds howled, the parakeets chirped, thunder behind the window. Doors were slammed, portraits fell, the carpet tore, the lights went out. It seemed like the end of the world. 

 

As tears filled the floor of the dining hall, and the room’s silence was broken by screams and cries; Adrian simply asked Lemuel: “Could you pass me the salt?”. And that was that. 

[Guest]

 

Kairn and the Ithelanens celebrate happily with vicarious glee! In a true Dunamite fashion, they rolled cigars and smoked, and consumed copious amounts of alcohol.

 

What else is to be expected from men such as they? 

[winterblood 11181]

Alexandria burns a powdered wig in celebration.

[Orlanth 4667]

Donald the Damned golf claps.

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

9 minutes ago, seannie said:

Spoiler

 

just saw this go from 1 rep to 13 rep in like 4 minutes.

how many discords did you ping

 

Filibert Applefoot looks up from his newspaper.

”O’ look, t’a biggun ‘r nay tergethah anehmore. Guess t’is means tha’ t’a Spiceh Empire beh much more grandiose by comparison!”

He’d light his pipe, blowing a few smoke rings out of his mouth.

[TheNunnery 1853]

Theodosiya Vryonov burns a powdered wig in celebration as well at the Barony of Astfield, the woman having a bright smile of joy and kindness!

[InkGolem3k 63]

Meanwhile Joshua Sirsk sings, shouts, and drinks with his fellow Haeseni citizens in celebration of their newly found freedom. “No more powdered wigs! No more imperial idiots! Let us drink!” He then shouted at the top of his lungs “Krusae Zwy Kongzem!”

[Islamadon 9158]

Lord Podrick Cunnington plugged his left nostril with his thumb as he snorted a delightful amount of intoxicating powder from the knots within his bobbed powdered wig. A priggish smirk formed across his visage, highlighted by a rubied lip balm, as he rose a porcelain cup in jubilation.

“MMM, yes, I can now whiff my beetle-snuff without catching the ghastly scent of of those unhygienic barbarians!”

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

Isabella Barclay marveled in the ongoing festivities celebrating the liberated Kingdom of Haense. She paid little mind to the Orenian nationalists who had belittled her home Kingdom for years. This was the start of a new generation.