Jump to content

PEACE IN OUR TIME


Elite Snipes
 Share

Recommended Posts

Ser Grigori smiled the sun's smile, and tucked his blade into a sheathe, headed for retirement, perhaps into a cozy, little Karosgrad cottage.

Link to post
Share on other sites

His Holiness was seen with a wide smile by one of his acolytes as the young apprentice delivered him a copy of the treaty in his office. Though he didn't read it, for he knew already of the joyous news within, he'd nod to his student. "The blood spilled already is regrettable. To know of the thousands of lives saved with this, it truly shows the mercy und righteousness of GOTT. All has been according to His plan, even if it's been executed loosely."

Link to post
Share on other sites

John Casimir Grand Duke of Balian signs the treaty with a smile, "My dear nephew has finally gotten some sense of humility." 

Link to post
Share on other sites

master negotiator Cardinal Viktor wipes sweat from his brow "I hope they don't get angry about the bench"

Link to post
Share on other sites

Karl III signed at the dotted line, smiling as he glanced closer at the paperwork. His good friend, Dmitry, had signed something!

 

Spoiler

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Good times." Commented a content Markus Morovar. "Good ending."

Link to post
Share on other sites

“Let ‘em do their cowardly tea party activities” Jakodi states before chuckling to himself wiping stained Orenien blood from his blade. “Rastahman, they’re all cowards” he mutters to himself shaking his head in disbelief.

Edited by Booyah
Link to post
Share on other sites

Chef Hogo Bojo, Geopolitical Mastermind of Almaris would stare intently at the missive. "Peace in our times indeed." He would say with a nod as chugged some Carrion Black by his crackling fireplace. "How long will it last this time though. For this is the true question. This map has been soaked in the blood of so many different peoples. Only time will tell what the future will hold."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Joseph smiles preparing the Sedan Goats to scout new hunting grounds. He turned to his Uncle Isaak, "Short-lived, eh?" They both smiled and kicked their horses into a gallop.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Ragrin smiles as victory set in his eyes 

Edited by Ragrin
Link to post
Share on other sites

"May all those fiendish valah, and 'ata lessers, fall upon their blades. For a great Holy War shall be raised eternal. Never will these fiends succeed, for their plots of terror will only be met with resistance! Eternal, is our great society, and Eternal, will Haelun'or be!"

 

A hoplite stands before the high-walled city!

 

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya!"

Link to post
Share on other sites

The Lady Palatine wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead. “Sheesh!”

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...