On the Heartlander strife

[Tide1 4535]

The Blackvale Vrijkorps

On the Heartlander strife 

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COMPLACENCY IS SIN;

 

To idle is to invite the devil. Thus say the Lords of Burgundy no longer shall we watch the countryside burn around us. 

Betrayal does not so easily heal, and as such shall the attempted murder of Tiberias the Young by his majesty Charles the Second not go forgotten.

 

We see the squabbles of Lords and Ladies, and your lack of knowledge in the art of war projects a weaker Heartland. You bring courtesans and peasants untrained to bout, carrying naught but cutlery, as seen at the late battle of Enswerp. So we, the men of Blackvale, prepare ourselves for yet another campaign to come, and offer our services.

Thus we claim our spot in this strife by blade alone. To be wielded by he who dares and feared by he who does not. 

 

With or without you, the Hound shall feast again.

 

 

Signed;

Tiberias                  

Hadrian  

[haenselover45 834]

Somewhere deep within the Heartlander mountains, Hadrian tossed in another log in the little campfire. "We move at first light." He announced to the landsknechts beside him.

[tilly 5115]

"Like... So what is he saying? Is Veletz back? And for who?" Renilde was graying by the minute.

[unlegiqDuck 324]

An old veteran of the Veletz and Adria wars read through the missive with a grin slowly appearing on his face, lighting up with every word he read. He quickly turned on his heel, his longsword ready for battle and his heart felt with joy "The hound shall feast again" he would chuckle

[Optimus420 1926]

"This is getting interesting!" commented a young lordling seeing his friend's name upon the missive! "Perhaps I can help him someway somehow."

[CharlestheDwarf 184]

"Brathmordakin be damned-"

A certain dwarf pinched the bridge of his nose before winging the parchment across his desk.

"Ah thought we finished thes th' first time around 'en the Covenant War!"

[Caranthir_ 2533]

Tristan Adelin, a bystander to the strife, crinkles his brows from his home in the far east, said, ‘If you were men and not mice you would fight for your own, by your own, without needing to scurry to a leader. For all the sins of your country, at least it had the guile and temerity to stand for itself.’ 

[Zqppy 918]

A Known Renatian Sympathizer reads the missive and smiles at the news
"Fight or be Forgot; For our Fathers, their fight isn't over."

The Man goes into prayer toward a shrine of Emperor Aurelius wishing downfall to the folly-full Claimants

[Ryanark 2738]

An old mercenary, a long descendant of Emiel 'the Fair-haired' van Aert, sat hunched by his campfire in the quiet woods, repeating prose not uttered in hundreds of years.
"So once again I will hear the landsknecht sing their bladesong, like silk to my ears. And only then shall they know, that we do not fall easily." 

[Nord 346]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the tranquil waters, an old man sat at the edge of a weathered pier, his fishing line barely twitching in the stillness. His eyes, though tired, scanned the horizon with a glimmer of hope. In the distance, the rhythmic march of boots echoed through the evening air, signaling the winds of change. The old man’s stomach growled, a stark reminder of his need for mina, and he wondered if fate had finally brought an opportunity his way.

 

[Haseroth 1740]

A broken man sits amidst falling snow, gazing across the frigid horizon. Footsteps are heard as boots crush the snow beneath them.. The man turns, and looks upon a figure, one who offers him a missive. His eyes widden as he reads it.. The signature most of all, bring tears upon his visage. He remembers the promise he made to Tiberias, the vow. "So be it.." His hoarse voice cuts through the frigid wind's howls as the man finally stands.

 

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