A Daelish Bounty Is Claimed

[fetty bridgers 4492]

 

A Daelish warrior standing over the deceased body of an enemy soldier.

 

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Let it be known, that the first victim of the Daelish people have been claimed and are now on their righteous path back into the Metaphysical prowess of the World. Today those of the Cingedoz tribe have shown the force of their francisca axe and struck down the enemy. A bounty is to be made and Oren’s banks will soon be our’s to claim. To those who find themselves drawing blood from the Daelish Axe or Sword, I heed you a warning, come find us and give your offers or more bloodshed will persist.  As for those of the Cinged your valiant efforts will not go unnoticed. The Sionadh’s of Daeland will soon meet with you to provide your necessities. Hail Daeland.


"All men. All thoughts. Every Stone. Every sea. Everything that is and will be; and even beyond. The will of  Cruthaiche is beyond us.”

 

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Beannachadh Dhè,

 

Malcolm de Chlann (of Clan) Douglas, Hound of Daeland and Chlann Douglas, Sionadh of the A' Ghàidhealtachd

 

Gowther de Chlann (of Clan) Douglas, Stag of Daeland and Chlann Douglas, Sionadh of the A' Ghàidhealtachd

 

 

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[Guzr 2050]

Leanan cheers and decides to give a drink to this brave warrior, for free!

[𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740]

Major Sir Robert Archibald Galbraith raises a glass of whisky for the gallant Daelish man. Thankful for his service!

[Luxury 1085]

The sea splintering upon the crags of Daeland presented a soothing melody that wafted along. An odd, perhaps out of place, hatted woman sat ashore in listening distance. She had been contemplating those folks within the hamlet, eventually allowing an idle phrase to escape into the air with naught an ear to hear it beyond the fauna around

"I will lay witness for a while longer; How high can you build yourselves, I wonder?" 

[Franczhiz 4438]

Joseph Clement de Sarkozy smiled, raising up his sword in the air. "Death to the enemies of the Empire! - may the Petra River and the lands of the world render red with their blood!"

[Samson Option 9652]

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

 

Gaisorix had ridden upon a sortie on the Providential Highway. He stood himself up in his saddle to look around a small contingent of knights surrounding a dwarf. He sat himself back down; a scutum bound to one forearm and his hand resting on the binds pinning his francisca axe against his waist. He looked over to find a familiar face, that of Darir Ireheart, though he knew not his name The knights had caught a dwarf and questioned him for a moment before the surrounded dwarf cried out for Darir to ride back to Urguan.

 

Gaisorix had encountered Darir by the Stone Tower just a day or two ago. They departed without a fight and Gaisorix leaned on that small bit of trust to try and trot his horse over; hoping to keep Darir from fleeing. As soon as Gaisorix made his turn, Darir looked at him with challenge in his eyes and completed his turn to ride off. "Remember the contract," Gaisorix muttered under his breath as he led his horse to break out into a gallop after Darir. Through the winding road of Eastfleet and up to the towering spire of the Stone Tower, Gaisorix gave chase though his horse wasn't quick enough to catch Darir.

 

"Blow t'e horn!" Darir exclaimed, slowing and searching for whomever manned the warhorn atop Stone Tower. Gaisorix used that time to close in, swinging his francisca axe and barely missing the thick and flowing locks of the dwarf. Gaisorix heard the horn, its booming thunder felt like it drummed the dust off of his saddle and person.  The Cinged took out a javelin, tossing it in Darir's direction as a means to ward him from giving chase as Gaisorix made for the palisade and away from the Stone Tower. He managed to cause Darir to fall off his own steed and onto the muddied road underneath him. Gaisorix rode past the palisade, taunting in Spraekjom before slipping out another javelin. He raced towards Eastfleet and buried the javelin into the chest of another Urguani skirmisher before making it to the docks and safely back to Providence. He had no time to recover head nor belongings from the soldier he felled for the bellowing warhorn of the Stone Tower sounded like a beast chasing prey.