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Battle of Talons Port, or the lack of.


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Again, I would like to say that we do not have any OOC Dislike towards anyone in Vortice, and we do not want it to be seen that way. All of this is IRP.

 

Rep Farm #2

 

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"Reclaim the Golden Throne, Restore Vortice!"

 

Battle of Talons Port

Or the lack of it.

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It was 14th of the First Seed, 1865 FE (69 SE) and a amalgamation of random people arrived to the gates of Talons Port. Perhaps an Olog, a few humans, and an elf. All of them were from different nationalities, with some of them sporting armor that is currently in use in Nations, and some from a place long dead. 

 

Profanities were exchanged on both sides, and perhaps a few arrows exchanged. But the blasted Vortisians were too much of a coward to have one of their people to fight in a fair duel that would result in nobodies death, to decide who was right in the game of honor. They hid behind their gates.

 

How can 600 Rapscallions (6 People OOCLY) against an highly fortified city make them call for help far and wide? Even though no blood was spilt, and the arrows inaccurate, this shows that the Vortisians are cowardly, and refuse to fight a outnumbered, outequipped foe, half of the Maelstormic Men walked on foot, too poor to afford horses, yet still Vortice feared them enough to hide behind their gates!

 

Maelstormics 1 - Vortisians 0

 

 

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The Grand Martlett, 

Former Princess of Vortice.

Grandmaster of the Jackalope Order.

 

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 Warlord Thomas Venice, 

Professional Fisherman.

 

 

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"Sorry of not falling for your bait attempts for some fighting. More so over people whom have been disowned. ..Tough talk for the group who claimed who has said, "Oh, we have a bomb!" ....idiots dont realize the fact that we are the defenders. Why just blindly rush out...clearly these former maelstorms do not know the ways of common sense or tactics it seems...for shame. "A few arrows were exchanged" hah, more like a single arrow on a lass who was somehow swimmin in full plate.. i wonder what she made that suit out of. Ah well, back to work!" The ker said as he chuckled over the claims ..little did they know that they even breached the walls but not attack once and fled, so in theory. This is all a petty joke in his head.

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Kosher dislikes cowards, though sad he wasn't there to fight someone

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Frisket magically dabs up her fellow friends in vortice laughing at the raiders

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Lenora sat straight up in the Sovereign's Office in the center of Talon's Port, using her quill on the parchment she had pulled out with the light of the lantern she used burning brightly. The letter would be sent to the group she was told having been stationed in Pinemaw.


"There is no honor in fighting a band of rebels, denounced by the true heir of the Maelstorm Family, who wish to overthrow the legitimate government of Vortice. There is no reason to bring conflict within the walls of Talon's Port when bloodshed could simply be avoided by laying these false claims on the throne to rest. An official reply from the council is coming soon"

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"I did it better." Grumbled Ivarielle as she continues to stand in her favoured spot, overlooking the city that was uncontested.

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5 minutes ago, Bethinwonderland said:

Lenora sat straight up in the Sovereign's Office in the center of Talon's Port, using her quill on the parchment she had pulled out with the light of the lantern she used burning brightly. The letter would be sent to the group she was told having been stationed in Pinemaw.


"There is no honor in fighting a band of rebels, denounced by the true heir of the Maelstorm Family, who wish to overthrow the legitimate government of Vortice. There is no reason to bring conflict within the walls of Talon's Port when bloodshed could simply be avoided by laying these false claims on the throne to rest. An official reply from the council is coming soon"

 

A letter would be in quick reply, by a independent courier of no loyalty to either party.

 

"To the esteemed and highly honorable Monarch of Vortice, Lenora Jusmia. It is a band of raiders running your city, you dis-enlightened pirate."

With warm and lovely regards.

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The Grand Martlett

 

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Vakas Jusmia would seem to pinch the bridge of his nose as he is seen to visibly cringe at the announcement made. He would then lower his hand from his visage. A deep sigh would be heard coming from the Jusmia's maw. He would then speak with utter Irritation.

"It is funny how they come over to reclaim what they would call Golden throne within Vortice. Two disowned maelstorms throwing a hissy fit over something they have no right too. And the chance of any has been taken away from you. If it didn't before. Well the family head of the Maelstorms took that away from you with merely one notice. Talking and praising yourselves by calling us cowards. Cowards lie. Which you did by threatening our peaceful home with a boomsteel bomb you didn't even have. We were just merely waiting for you to come in to defend what is ours. One of your men even found their way in. But when they saw us. They dove into the ocean. Talking about cowardly. Next time you threatened Vortice with a boomsteel bomb you better actually have one. Cause next time you don't it will be for sure a bolt will rip through your skull"

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Ja'Bunguz is wondering how he will get his daily dose of grub. 

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A Magi scribbles down in his notes as he heard of the battle. Sulieronn scoffed and spoke to himself. "Clearly they wish not to fight those whom are simply too stupid to see that this world isn't made for them. Grow Up. Pathetic, truly pathetic, raiders. You are unable to grab an ounce of power so stop trying to make yourselves out to be those born of gods." The elven man had taken a visit to the city he'd once lived in many years ago and took note of how a specific person was banished from that city, curious. Even while feverish, he shook his head and decided to travel to the city once more to ensure that harm would not befall it. "Call them cowardly all you want, but in the end, it's a tactic to keep themselves alive. Simply, you are too stupid to see that."

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While Aerith continued to look for her late mother's belongings, she caught wind of the event and missive and chuckled. This is exactly what she was talking about when she had wrote her own missive, disowning these disgraced bandits running about using the Maelstorm name all willy-nilly. "Despicable, honestly. They've no shame nor any common sense. There is no such thing as heirs to the throne in Vortice. I have the original book stating what this city once was. Thank Malin for my mother's sense of preservation for books, if nothing else..." As the elfess grumbled, continuing on her work, the missive was swept away and forgotten.

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