GET OFF OUR LAWN

[Willstertheking2 1101]

2 hours ago, Ryloth said:

Haskir loves when the Ferrymen help his Azdrazi cause for free. Except- they weren't ... right? He'd never asked them to, anyways! He puts on his Ferrymen bandana he'd bought at the gift store, crossing his fingers in hope they will ally with the Azdrazi to prove Levian'Tol right! "Wait ... they're vassals of Savoy, too? Holy ****!.. The Ferrymen must be a little bit of everything!"

 

3 hours ago, Lionbileti said:

Olivier Renault wears his Bboon is King shirt proudly. The aging prince was in the middle of ordering more ferrymen memorabilia until his beloved wife Adeline @Spiciicaught him in the act. “Damn!” Barked the Prince as his wife froze his banking account once more. 

 

Somehow, somewhere, Levian'Tol Grandaxe feels like his feelings are finally being noticed by senpai's but cringes at their cringe that he seems to just sense. "'Ah 'ope t'at t'ey ain't bein cringe oveh t'ere en Suti... Savoy. T'at would not be good." 

[Terry 1875]

Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard would chuckle at the missive's title as it was sent to his desk, picking it up and reading it as he walked around the palace. 

 

"T'at land was neveh yers teh begin wit'. Nae official deal, nae official record ov et. Yeh 'old nae claim teh et, nor d'yeh even use et fer anythin' besoides bloodeh storage." He'd practically spit out the word 'storage', before sighing and bridging his nose.

 

He'd then walk over to his chair at his desk, opting to take a seat, withdrawing a cigar in the process. 

 

"Funnileh enough, o'I didn' even know t'at factory belonged teh yeh folk. But t'is response all but confirms mah suspicions. Funneh theng too, yeh 'ave blatantly ignored mah attempt teh peacefulleh settle t'is, an' yet you send t'is ultimatum teh meh? Say ah meetin' can beh arranged ef necessareh..." Ulfric would scoff. "o'I've offehed teh simpleh move yeh, er meet an' rework w'ateveh deal yeh were given, but nae, yeh've opted teh leap forward an' send an' ultimatum ov all bloodeh thengs. A shame, fer yeh ded meh ah solid nae long ago Banjo, an' o'I was lookin' teh do yeh one as well, in return."

 

He'd opt to stand back up, turning to look back over the Throne Room. 

 

"Weh can speak ov t'is, but mah patience es thin. T'ere es nae reason teh warrant such ah response teh t'is, especialleh so given teh opportunites ov resolvin' t'is t'at 'ave been given. Onleh question es 'ow teh get mah response back teh yeh..." He'd then turn and write his response, before yelling for a dwarven courier.

 

"Return t'is where yeh found et, an' pray et foinds et's way back teh from whence et came."

 

Ulfric would then turn, pouring himself a drink and returning to his other writing.

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14 hours ago, AnonymousAlexa said:

 

 

A renowned mercenary yawns faintly, vividly recalling the multiple Ferrymen raids on Urguan that she and her brigands had successfully fended off. Perhaps it would be time for a sequel. For the right price, of course.

 

Iscesi sat within his summer home; his skygod pondering the downright idiocy gag of a 'mercenary' which he'd met some time ago. "I do hope somebody puts her in her place... her ego has grown far too big after her... vacation" The 'ker scoffed

[hotbox_monk 1024]

A lone wayward sage ruminated, but only for a brief period before setting a smoldering gaze back unto the missive.  “GET OFF THE LAWN.”  He would exclaim.

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17 hours ago, Willstertheking2 said:

Levian'Tol cringes at the Fer- Savoy Vassals, helping Azdrazi.

 

Savoy's foppish tavernkeeper removes his hat to reveal a pair of horns. He laughs maniacally and breathes fire on an innocent maiden.

[Gustando 1471]

A certain ferryman, Uncle Bokaldem, wakes from his rocking chair- in his mouth a sweet pipe wrought of pine. Yet nevertheless of his advanced age, the energetic old man 'donned the ferryman uniform, a blade rested in his lap. Ready to do what needed be.

[aiden0023 1374]

Lukas Castile mumbled something under his breath as he heard the news from his now former Captain. He sat at the wooden table in his room in the Sedan keep, staring out the window. The now Chancellor of Sedan had begun to grow old, retiring from his former years of fighting. However, he still stood up, making his way to a certain wooden wall in his room. Lukas banged on one of the wooden planks on the wall a couple of times before he became loose. He grabbed the plank, pulling it from the wall and placing it on the floor besides him. For a moment, all he did was stare at what hid beneath that plank and in the walls: his now torn and bloodstained Ferryman uniform and bandana. He grabbed both, making his way back to the wooden table wear he placed the clothing onto. As a yellow canary flew to the windowsill of his room, Lukas sat back down at the wooden table, staring out the window once more.