A FINAL OFFER

[alexmagus 959]

 

Esther die Erikdóttir prepares herself for a war between Humans, sitting at her workspace while reading on various missives upon the table. The woman's facial expression remains stoic. Cold. The youthful woman, having lived through many wars just as everyone else had, stacks the missives and places them to the side, not offering a modicum of emotion to such a thing. Not physically, at least.

[Andustar 4143]

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Arthur de Lyons ran a whetstone along the edge of his blade, a slight grin etched upon his face.
"Every event has its counter... Aaun sought to deprive us of spirit and morale; they shall instead bear witness to our righteous resolve. For the Commonwealth!"

[Esterlen 4499]

As per usual, Oliveira was deep in his cups when he first heard the rumour that the Balianese regiments were to go on campaign. In their drunken bravado, him and his men had toasted to King John and proclaimed raucously their future heroisms in this new war. The sot of a corporal ended up making his bed beneath a hedge near to the tavern, after the publican had thrown them all out at closing time. 
 

The next morning, that drunken bravado had all but evaporated. Oliveira had never actually fought in a real war - a skirmish in the arid steppe with a few highwaymen or the apprehension of careless Malinorese smugglers hardly counted. The young soldier felt sick to his stomach, more on account of the trepidation than the night before’s wine. War was old men sending young men to die, he had heard, and for what? To battle some God-forsaken, inbred reprobate in the old country who had traded in a life of itinerant banditry for a self-declared kingdom? It hardly seemed the concern of the people of Atrus. 
 

The dirty water stung as the tavern-keep upended a pail onto him, roused from within the prickly embrace of his hedge. 
 

“Get up, you lout, and get out of my damned garden. Men from the constable’s office were here looking for you,” whined the rotund publican, his voice as thin as a whip-crack. Oliveira muttered something incoherent and slithered out of his hedge, his eyes sensitive to the sun of the south as he took in his surroundings. No, war was no great adventure, but it was his duty, and he would go all the same - for the country he loved, and for a just cause. 

[Tigergiri 3073]

A youth peeked up at her mother, rosette hair wobbled back as she supervised thier house rustle into a wind foreign to her.. the sounds of blades and the usher of blacksmiths into the home... “mama?” 
 

 

A bronzed skinned women skimmed to the East her gazes out her window before closing the shutters “I guess that  I will not be able to call upon my niece furthermore. Raven's close the entrance. And getting prepared for refugees.” 

 

 

a hyspian watched the chaos emerge.. singing a long old song forgotten by many

[hotbox_monk 1049]

"Oh.  .  .  Oh ****."  A youth cursed as his gaze caught sight of a local recruitment drive setting up station within his town.

[CalvinOP 415]

SER SVENELD IVANOVICH, BARON OF CHERSKAVY AND COUNT OF PRAVETS RECIEVES WORD OF THE MISSIVE,

The hall of Ostrog Krovny is still and silent, Sveneld would adjust his position to make himself feel at ease as he twirled around his fingers before releasing a sigh. Swearing under his breath before announcing, "War it is then." Sveneld departs from the hall towards his balcony, gazing out towards the Haenseti farmers that plough his fields.

[rukio 8924]

Wilfred of Acre prepares his armor for a final dance. "There can be no peace without war. The church has only prolonged what was always to come." He'd decide firmly, ensuring his armor and weapon were in working order before returning to the planning of his wedding. 

 

"Why will you go off to war?"

 

"A promise I made to the Farmer." 

 

"What if you die?"

 

"What if." 

 

"Have you made your peace yet?"

 

"No."

 

"Then you'll return."

 

"Likely not, Fate is a fickle monster. Silence its lies." 

[LithiumSedai 5750]

"The serpent has reared its ugly head- the cards are on the table," Prince James announced to the men of the Nauzica gearing up for defense, donning his black plate and tartan. Good God, it has been years since the last time he could fit inside. "And I think they've overplayed their hand."

 

 

[sergisala 3451]

The Lord Galbraith was planning the construction of his Barony when his cousin Marcus Galbraith approached him and told him of the news concerning the declaration of war.

 

"It is time. Raise our banners. Time has come to join the fray." said the Baron of Castelorena.

 

[Islamadon 9158]

"Crazy it be, that th're is anoth'r multi-alliance war f'r a regional conflict. Why fear eternal sl'mbr when one already liveth 'mongst these 'MEN'?" Inquired an undead skeleton from a bygone Horenic age.

[exanimated 1363]

“Fuckin hell.” muttered Ser Lothar of Aaun, putting down his paintbrush as he went to sharpen his sword of sand. “Can’t we have a fuckin year of peace! They all screamed for it at the meeting and now that we could have it they refuse. Fuckin hypocrites.”

[SapphirePool 1360]

1 hour ago, Harald said:

Gwendel Vilac would look out this window while he held his two children in his arms, his blade resting on upon his hilt "Soon enough your mater and I will tell you stories of this,  I just pray you won't have to live your lives at war like so many generations have this far.." he'd put his children to bed, soon after finding his lorraine neckless saying a small prayer within the Petra Chapel.

 

Looked at her husband from the doorway, a hand resting on her abdomen where a young life was growing. A somber look played across her visage as she began packing the children's belongings to move them to the safety of Atrus's palace. "Stay safe, stay strong my dear. We shall rely on you for now" she hugged her husband.

[ReveredOwl 5639]

"Oh yay, let us fight so that Petra and Balian can reform Oren in the ruins of Aaun, what a joy!" exclaimed a disillusioned Walton.

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Constanz nods at his wife's missive, preparing his warhammer for battle.

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

"As I understand it, the land that these fools are trying to claim was offered to the Kingdom of Haense yet they refused it. If they are so scared and think that Aaun want to reform the empire, why didn't Haense just take the land when it was offered to them and then give it to these fools. They just want an excuse for a war and an excuse to destroy another human settlement in an attempt to get people back to their dead city" says Bult Wick, packing his things up inside his house and heading to his horse