CALLING THE FAITHFUL

[rukio 8910]

"How the spider's web is spun ever further on...how fate ripples with every action." Mused Nehtamo upon reading the missive. "Everything in balance, everything in turn, the world will go on and on...ever spiraling, ever misunderstood." Folding it away, however, he would begin to dust off his levyman's armor from the days of Acre's rebellion, contemplative. 

[Nouveau_Chateau 244]

Roko Ein Aryskiy reads over the missive with members of his company. "Deus Vult, Brothers."

[Tide1 1592]

A young and growing Acre-boy finishes his logging run when he overhears talk of a Crusade. Clutching a wooden cross 'round his neck, he rests his axe over his shoulder. "Didn't think it would be this soon, though God wills it."

[exanimated 1360]

"Death to zhe unholy bastards!" Lothar von Reuss would cry as he reads the missive!

[Javert 5498]

"DEUS VULT!" roared Louis de Joannes of Sedan!

[Tabby64 1295]

Durin hammerforge prepares food and drinks for the incoming crusaders. "hopefully t'ey can help get rid of those evil folk"

[AstriaS 3683]

A young woman with romanticized ideals of gallantry, Elena Camian, remarked, "Though we may not see eye to eye on matters of faith, to illuminate the darkness is a blessed act no matter the hand which holds the torch. They shall have my sword - Seremus Delenda Est!"

[Traveller 2126]

An old pirate would grasp the missive, squinting as his single eye's gaze danced between the lines. "Oh shit." he'd utter.

[_mady07 1066]

[!] Every persona of _mady07, regardless of faith or alliance to Serhiem.. collectively after reading the missive all have said in unison "Oh.. shit.."

 

-Princess Khoine of Serhiem, is glad to be cocooned right about now-

[Roguechaotic 263]

A young apprentice waits long bow and missive in hand upon a cold stone wall...

 

A bloody day was rounding the corner and time was something he knew there was not much left of.

[XOCO 502]

1 hour ago, Kornazkarumm said:

Ser Uther of Acre draws his sword, hoisting it skyward.

 

"DEUS VULT! NON NOBIS DOMINE!"

A boy would glance down at the knight from the walls of his keep, his hand slowly curling around the pommel of his arming sword.

 

"Deus vult," He utters, as the men of Acre raise their blades.

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Elsewhere, a knight, more akin to rattling bones in a rusted suit of armour than a soldier of many Kingdoms and Empires past, tugs his cloak tighter around him.

 

He marches warily towards Serheim, seeking death, glory, or both.

[TheBigBubbles 651]

Some creature reads the missive by the fire, kicking her legs up with an uncanny grin "How sweet" That same creature then heaved herself from the seat that was a good distance from the hearth reaching for her kettle she'd idly work on brewing some tea. "Took them long enough really, I did that decades ago." she'd coo with a little hum, "Greener pastures..."

 

[Josh3738 1712]

2 hours ago, Kornazkarumm said:

Ser Uther of Acre draws his sword, hoisting it skyward.

 

"DEUS VULT! NON NOBIS DOMINE!"

 

Ser Uther hoists his axe into the air, shouting alongside the other fighters from Acre. "DEUS VULT!"

[Capt_Chief26 1205]

Squire Wilhelm Barclay draws his arming sword and shouts “DEUS VULT”  alongside his fellow warband members 

[tadabug2000 3494]

Lady Johanne Vuiller, descended from Saint Harald Vuiller, the Saint of Priest Combatants and Demonic Banishment prepared for a crusade. Her cross fit at her neck, hair tied tight within a veil, stray strands of blonde peeking past to frame icy blue eyes. Potions of varying kinds sat at her hip, alongside a blade that's seen her through many a fight.

"For the Eagles foresight, we reign victorious. Saint Harald, I pledge on this day I will do what is righteous and what is holy as your descendant and a proud canonist." The lady then signed the Lorraine and uttered a prayer.