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THE BROTHERHOOD EXPEDITION INTO THE UNKNOWN.

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FITSK DLUM ZE BIRODAL

 

Issued by the

OFFICE OF THE MARSHAL

On this 7th day of Gronna Ag Droba of 432 E.S.

 

 


 

 

 

VE VA BORSAZEN

 

It was last Saints Day in which the Brotherhood of Saint Karl reacted to a threat, brought to the army's attention by the Knights Order.

A task force of brothers and sisters were organised to resist and investigate the dark force while gathering information for a second assault. Led by Lord Marshal Hieran Melphestaus and Lieutenant Markov, the royal soldiers of Haense embarked their force into the woods of Krusev and its silent ruins.

 

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The task force - composed of soldiers armed with aurum weaponry, marched slowly into the undergrowth as a blanket of darkness and fear overtook each one in turn.

Voices barked through the whistling howls of the frost bitten wind. Voices familiar to only one member - Barley Wick.

This creature of the knight spoke of 2 daughters, lost and stolen. And the abilities of this voice did not conceal itself to its entirety. An Oathedman - Felyx Colborn - found himself to be overtaken by an urge of uneasiness against Wick -  speaking lies that he was the true monster - and I cannot say it didn't cross all our minds.

 

Eventually, the force reached an old bridge at which they took up a circle formation - holding their weapons drawn and held strong. The voice like daggers to the mind stood relentless - but only for so long.

Armsman Barley Wick was able to provoke it with words of the daughters while the other soldiers beckoned for a fight - and so sprung forth the first assault.

 

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Enraged by the torment, the being made its first move. With power only seen in that of a dark mage, the ground began to erupt skeletal forms. First one, then two, then a dozen soldiers stood before us. A mirrored mirage of dead Brothers and Sisters stood opposite the bridge, swords drawn as ours were. Ready to fight, as we were.

 

Within an instant, the Brotherhood had claimed a defensive position over the bridge - a choke point in which only one or two could pass at a time. But alas, the creature's ability did not cease there. For yet another identical force sprung from the ground in the east - staring down the guards from the dark mist.

And with such, the battle of old to new commenced.

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The fight was bloodier than any skirmish. Outnumbered and overwhelmed - the soldiers held their ground to allow the exhausted Colborn to escape. But it soon became clear that a task force was nothing to the might of an undead army. For corpse struck down - yet another took its place. Beaten back and heavily outnumbered, the Marshal ordered a full retreat - allowing every member of the task force to leave the forest completely unscathed.

The information required had been gathered - and this was no loss in their eyes. Each soldier of the BSK remains to stand tall against the threat of evil, and this shall not be the end of their fight.

 

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IV JOVEO MAAN

His Excellency, Hieran Melphaestus

Lord Marshal of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl


 

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Ser Reinhardt was happy to be involved in the mission 

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Upon hearing this tail, Guile looks around his humble abode nesting atop the furnaces of Hanseti-Ruska. He looks to his armor set, Madinia, and thinks back on his former days serving alongside his brethren and sisters in arms. His eyes begin to glint around his home and how neatly everything has been placed, the cleanliness it holds; a stark contrast to anything he had known before it. As a stern look forms across his aging face, whether of disapproval in himself or of intimate understanding of the circumstances, perhaps he himself not even knowing, as he takes a deep and haggard breath.

Finally, after a short time that might be confused as eternity to those whom have ever lived in such moments, Guile rises to his feet mumbling under his breath. "Golden Swords..." he mutters silently to himself and any gods above that might hear the words of an unbelieving man, "Golden Swords."

He grabs his sack and apron hanging atop the coat rack beside the door frame as well as the many ingots of gold he had been storing for any such occasion. Heading down the creaking steps of his home and into the furnaces below, he begins fashioning the ingots, preparing them for the burning coals while he stares into the  abyssal flames. "Golden Swords it shall be then," he mummers to himself, his brows sweating from the heat of the flames and melted ores as he begins his works through the evening.

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Klara Elizaveta got to her knees before her children, recalling the screams of an aunt long dead when encountering the very same creature. "Vy stay out of the forests, do vy hear? Do niet leave the city unless an adult is with vy, a trusted adult." @wowsirss @giambro @ReveredOwl

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