Drew2_dude 2130 Share Posted December 3, 2021 (edited) Andrik Jan Baruch would puff his pipe; moans, huffs, and belligerent grunts could be heard by those that passed the Lord Palatines Office, “A-A-And another thin’, those pretentious fooks ‘ave always looked down on us! Always hated meetin’ wit’ em, hope the dwarves get their share ‘n mine too! Hehehe, ‘ope they shove those damned powdered wigs so far up their arse, they’ll be tastin’ chalk for the res’ o’ their no good miserable lives!” Andrik would cackle until it turned into a cough, clearly spending too much time ranting and smoking with his nephew. @Herod Edited December 3, 2021 by Drew2_dude 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mady 3005 Share Posted December 3, 2021 Upon her return to Valwyck, Margot Baruch would hear the cackling and groans of her cousin Andrik @Drew2_dude echoing through the halls of the castle. “Some things never change.” She muttered through a cracked grin as she dropped her bags to go join her family. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Security_ 1073 Share Posted December 3, 2021 Garagrim Starbreaker melts down another ingot of steel, pouring it into its molded cask. Taking a moment away from the forge he heaves a breath, “Ah pray t’is blade will scalp ah few wigs. Is ‘et even scalping if ‘et’s ah fake set o’ hair?” 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fekr 418 Share Posted December 3, 2021 Nafec Ireheart sharpens his blades 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AstriaS 3683 Share Posted December 3, 2021 Mera Camian simply responded, "I've seen this one before." And with that, she proceeded to clean off her desk, preemptively expecting meetings to follow in the coming days, productive or otherwise. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DwarvenDaddy 177 Share Posted December 3, 2021 A grumbling longbeard dusted off his beloved bagpipes and plays it with hostile intent. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xepphir 347 Share Posted December 3, 2021 Zirath held the missive with his worn out left hand only hand as he raised his gaze upon the perpetual night of Stygian Hollow, the sight from the mountains was astonishing. He carefully folded the missive and placed it in his bag “nev’r thought we’d be on da opposit’ side of da field… eh ol’ lad?” He muttered as he unsheathed his golden sabre in a decisive manner and gazed upon the worn out edge that shined in the dark environment, he smirked “nothin’ personal…. knowin’ ye, ye’ll never give yerself up hm?” he said to the wind as he put his helmet on and turned to face the north, his long silver hair escaping from the bottom of the helmet as wind rose through the mountains. He spinned his sabre in his left hand effortlessly before sheathing it “WAR ES COMIN'!” he roared through the city as he wore his cape over the golden armour and mounted on his trusted mare. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kumoko600 90 Share Posted December 3, 2021 Anerian would place the missive on their kitchen table, sighing as the Parrot on their right shoulder chirped and stretched its little neck out. "War is coming..." they trailed off before going round the counter to brew a second cup of tea. A single glance at the armour stand, a full set that looked like it hadn't seen use in many years. "But no reason we can't make the best of a bad situation" they said before pouring some steaming tea into a yellow mug. _̷̡̱̤̯̓͜_̵̢̛̬̮͇̩̰̮̱̬̎̔̏̅͊̍͘͝_̵̡̧̧̱̻̞̖͎̯̌̔̀͑̎͑̒̈́͝_̶̫͑̅̐̍͋̓́͗̃̇_̸̡̯͓̥͚̯̂̓̆̑͂̈́͘͠͝_̸͚̺͚̞̙̊̉͋́̈́̚͝͝͝_̵̖͔̇̒̀̆͂͆̉̚͝͠_̴͇̻͇͉͖̈̈́͘_̶͈̞͙̬̱̫̖̰͋̈_̶̰͕̳̖̎̋͗̌͑̑̐̐͋͒_̸̛̯͈͍͛͂̀͜_̸̡̥͓͖͚̆̓̃̀͂̇̄͛_̷̡̛̫̦̯̂̈́̓͌̀͑͂̕͠_̷̪͇̈́̒́̀̂͘_̶͉̣̩̜͗̅̐̉̇̔̐̚_̸̭͖̲̓̃͆͝͝_̵̣̫̬̜̲͓̏̓̊͑̄͐͐̓͊͆ͅͅ_̷͙̞̫͇̱̅͋_̴͕̞̪̲̗͂͑̕_̴͚̘̰̙͉̊_̴̨͈̘̩̭̥̯̺̜͛͐̕_̷̲̝̣̜̭͓͈̠̟̀̉_̵̹̯͚̝̘̜̳̖́͜ _̴͉̗̗̗̖̲̅͒̃̂̎̓͋_̵̢̡͉̱̞̝̗̫̰̇̿̆̎͒̈̿̌͝_̶̖̬̟͖͋_̴͚͕̠͔̭̓̊́̍̀͗̐̋̚͝𝓐𝓝𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓐𝓝 𝓣𝓗𝓤𝓛𝓤𝓝 𝓡'𝓘𝓚𝓐𝓡𝓣𝓗MEMBER OF STYGIA HOLLOW'S COUNCIL /TRUSTED CLAN MEMBER OF R'IKARTH. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qaz_The_Great 1189 Share Posted December 3, 2021 The Baron of Krew looks over the recently arriving missive, he shakes his head before he starts writing a letter. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phersades 1164 Share Posted December 4, 2021 16 hours ago, xepphir said: Zirath held the missive with his worn out left hand only hand as he raised his gaze upon the perpetual night of Stygian Hollow, the sight from the mountains was astonishing. He carefully folded the missive and placed it in his bag “nev’r thought we’d be on da opposit’ side of da field… eh ol’ lad?” He muttered as he unsheathed his golden sabre in a decisive manner and gazed upon the worn out edge that shined in the dark environment, he smirked “nothin’ personal…. knowin’ ye, ye’ll never give yerself up hm?” he said to the wind as he put his helmet on and turned to face the north, his long silver hair escaping from the bottom of the helmet as wind rose through the mountains. He spinned his sabre in his left hand effortlessly before sheathing it “WAR ES COMIN'!” he roared through the city as he wore his cape over the golden armour and mounted on his trusted mare. Rhaella Ashwood would have been enjoying her night on the balcony that was attached to her and Ziraths room.. the children asleep inside the home. She felt oddly at peace for the first time in weeks despite war now raging outside the walls. With a soft sigh, the woman thought over her future, and the battles she would fight along side her husband, her family, her friends... Though, in the middle of her quiet time, she heard her husband scream something about war. Dramatic. "ZIRATH, THE CHILDREN ARE SLEEPIN'. GO AND SCREAM ELSEWHERE!" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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