The March of Liberty, 1989

[LithiumSedai 5750]

"Once your entrails nourish my Bloodtree, you might become real Renatians then," uttered at the declaration the progeny of Dragon Knights, Knight Katharina of Calliopeburg, readying herself for her first war in these lands, out of likely many to come. She grinned at the thought.

 

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

The young Constantine Leopold Haverlock looks over the missive while sitting at his desk, an expression of neutrality on his face. "History has a weird way of repeating itself in the weirdest ways, if only my ancestors could see me now" a small smile slowly grows on his face.  "It's kinda of funny isn't it Gaspard" he looks over to the young knight and laughs a bit at the ridiculousness of it all.

@DeadraSlayer

[frankdh 2418]

"I can't wait for the peace treaty to come out before any battles happen," said Stanislav var Ruthern cheerfully.

[Cheese 8881]

Esfir groaned, placing her head in her hands. "If it can niet be unavoidable... please, Godan, let it be quick." But she knew that, more likely than not, it was going to be a long, gruesome few years ahead of everyone...

[DeadraSlayer 419]

The Sir Gaspard looks over towards Constantine, as he simply nods to the lad

"I suppose it is a bit funny"

he'd then take the missive out of Constantine's hands, throwing it away speaking sternly

"Now, get on your feet. . .grab a sword, and fight for God and Glory"

he'd pause as he spoke once more 
"Remember these words, and remember them well. . ."
"Fight or be forgot"
@Pegleg_Bob
 

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[M1919 2298]

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The street was quiet and peaceful. Hours of the evening have made the capital of Norland so soft and gentle that you may even forget that it had been a fortress city. A quiet gaze had kept a man from the tundras studying the vast skies above—in the graceful heavens, said to be where souls ventured, the landscape where greater giants would fight. Where the Jotunn of the Old World would die in their crusades of the River of Dreams, he had stared for so long that it had all begun to sting. The fiery burn of the cold air faded, and he rubbed at the nose and the brow before smoothing over the lids. Too long, he thought.

 

The air was bitter, and so was he.

 

“Conan,” a familiar voice called out. It was a horseman whose legs and stirrups he saw before the man-at-arms' dark blue eyes and golden hair. The Northman turned, his sapphires set onto the lone horseman…

 

The road had taken them south, as it always had for handling southron debauchery. The wind howled at their backs, the cloak of the slain griffin keeping the thegn comforted. A thousand hells could not have steeled the man better. His companion's words had brought out a particular ire from within that he had not experienced in some time. So they stormed the palace, Conan guiding the pair within the quarters he had routinely broken into since first Tiberias had informed him of the attempt on his life - how far away that seemed, then. How distant. Yet how close it appeared even to now. 

 

The right foot of the brute found a wedge in the rock; the left swung onto a railing of marble and wood. He reached over, hoisting up his companions with a huff and familiarity to ease. Then, two became three. And three became four; what began as a lone wolf's pursuit became a gathered fellowship who had broken through doors and all uncontested. A portrait is even slightly crooked in response to the thudding of the soles against the marble - the only clean semblance of life within the halls.

 

“The whole of it’s a barrow of ghosts,” the thegn grumbled, rounding a corner to study something. Then they took up a flight of stairs before one arm reached up to grasp at something before the boot kicked up afterward. Up, up, ever up did they have to climb. Ever forward, did they move. The scent wafted over afterward, and how foul it must have been. 

 

Conan went still when he found it, the first to see the still rotting remains of a friend he once knew. The brother who had been slain by his own laid out before himself. The memories of watching them flee into the catacombs under Whitespire resurfaced, and underneath the maille and scaled gorget, the Northman expressed his discomfort and horror. They had left him in the chapel. They had abandoned him there to deteriorate until the walls and ground were sickly ripe in all the findings. His eyes stung from the wicked manifestation, only blinking what must have been a minute afterward. He dispatched a man to find a priest, a cardinal, who would later come to verify their findings. The sickness left by the sights clung to him like a chain to the prisoner’s ankle, even after he had carried the cardinal out and James as well, guiding them to the Holy See. 

 

But that was some days prior, and the darker thoughts had not escaped the thick skull of the chieftain. Doubt had run its course; wounds were suffered at the expense of other beasts and devils, and GRENDEL and its ilk were ever-elusive to him, but he did know one thing: they would surely dine pleasantly on the rotten caricature of Southron dynasties.

 

Somehow, winter had been more comforting than any bask of gold the lower dirt of Aevos had to offer.

 

 

 

6 hours ago, Orlanth said:

"Charles The Second is infamous for his use of witchcraft to allow him to see what is happening in his realm from hidden tunnels and bunkers, but what good does that do if he can't see that he's already doomed?" Calias asked the legendary Conan Thegn @M1919

 

"There exist few souls that froth so readily to bestow themselves into the shieldwall of swine, but more can always be convinced," the thegn remarked to his great wizard and oracle. His nose wrinkled, and a finger traced one of the many scars that lined his image. "Here exists a pit, and within that webbed labyrinth of catacombs, we will find that GRENDEL lures them all. A pity,"

[ichigomaster98 966]

The Dragonslayer Laird of Grenzstadt obtains notification of the declaration via their largest raven in the middle of breakfast. Setting their bowl of soup aside they read over the letter. "Ah, it seems we're at war." They think out loud to their children at the kitchen counter. "War? With whom?" Their least social child asks. "Aaun, it seems." Came the reply. "The kingdom south of here? But why?" Asked the same child. "Because they attacked the kingdom North of here, who we're allied to." Informed the calm parent to the child, followed by a history lesson. "Our family has defended Norland's Southern border against Orenians for two-hundred years or so. They've crossed the Ancelie river with their Heartlandic aggressions, and so it is our duty to defend Norland and her allies." A nod follows as their armor is carried downstairs to them by their body double. "So this is personal I guess?" The child asked with a sigh. "Might as well help out while being here." The child added, to which the nod and smile of a proud parent replies. "There's always use for another archer."

[RianNeverfield 149]

7 minutes ago, ichigomaster98 said:

The Dragonslayer Laird of Grenzstadt obtains notification of the declaration via their largest raven in the middle of breakfast. Setting their bowl of soup aside they read over the letter. "Ah, it seems we're at war." They think out loud to their children at the kitchen counter. "War? With whom?" Their least social child asks. "Aaun, it seems." Came the reply. "The kingdom south of here? But why?" Asked the same child. "Because they attacked the kingdom North of here, who we're allied to." Informed the calm parent to the child, followed by a history lesson. "Our family has defended Norland's Southern border against Orenians for two-hundred years or so. They've crossed the Ancelie river with their Heartlandic aggressions, and so it is our duty to defend Norland and her allies." A nod follows as their armor is carried downstairs to them by their body double. "So this is personal I guess?" The child asked with a sigh. "Might as well help out while being here." The child added, to which the nod and smile of a proud parent replies. "There's always use for another archer."

Vanth Ioson Anarórë, the above mentioned child only recently returned to their family and already finds themselves in the middle of a war. This will certainly be an experience, armor needs to be fitted, arrow tips sharpened and bow strings waxxed. Afterall, "There's always use for another archer."

[TheOnlyTub 550]

The Baron of Valcour frowned as he read the declaration "Mon pere died for Stassion, je do not want notre future to die for Ravenmire."

[Andustar 4143]

"These demands..." John murmured softly, reading the missive within his chambers, "They go well beyond appropriate calls for justice."

"Calling for the removal of King Charles is one thing, but the complete dismantling of the Alstion dynasty? The instalation of House van Aert?" ~ "Like the warmongers of Veletz before, Tiberius' host seek the domination of all who condemn their Aurelianist cult." The Prince of Monterosa felt a sense of unease, having recently come of fighting age. His hands, he thought, were meant to heal and preserve life.

 

"...Now, I must be willing to take a life as well. I only hope something gives and that people come to their senses."

[bickando 3967]

2 hours ago, Andustar said:

"These demands..." John murmured softly, reading the missive within his chambers, "They go well beyond appropriate calls for justice."

"Calling for the removal of King Charles is one thing, but the complete dismantling of the Alstion dynasty? The instalation of House van Aert?" ~ "Like the warmongers of Veletz before, Tiberius' host seek the domination of all who condemn their Aurelianist cult." The Prince of Monterosa felt a sense of unease, having recently come of fighting age. His hands, he thought, were meant to heal and preserve life.

 

"...Now, I must be willing to take a life as well. I only hope something gives and that people come to their senses."

"charles is half van aert" pointed out amelya van aert, queen mother of aaun

[Ryanark 2738]

"Our battle will be glorious, and my great killing sung of in songs back home!" Beówulf screamed in the camp of Sólgaard, as he tediously applied the azure warpaint across his body, to grant him strength in battle.

 

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[TheBigBubbles 963]

On 8/10/2024 at 8:38 PM, Pegleg_Bob said:

The young Constantine Leopold Haverlock looks over the missive while sitting at his desk, an expression of neutrality on his face. "History has a weird way of repeating itself in the weirdest ways, if only my ancestors could see me now" a small smile slowly grows on his face.  "It's kinda of funny isn't it Gaspard" he looks over to the young knight and laughs a bit at the ridiculousness of it all.

@DeadraSlayer

One of Constaintine Leopold Haverlock's ancestors was very alive and sat at a table, gambling over the outcome of the war "DRAT!" she'd exclaim, "Kinslaying was NOT on the bingo card. Lucien! Fetch me my wine!!!" @Direswift

20 hours ago, bickando said:

"charles is half van aert" pointed out amelya van aert, queen mother of aaun

This same screaming witch quickly gets up from her seat at the table to fetch Amelya some tea and blankets "So he is! So he is!" - "Now, I hope my great grandson doesnt die, trying to kill off your progeny" - "You must admit, though, dear. Watching is so much nicer than having to participate. In their shoes, I'd have been putting dents in the wall by now."

[Josh3738 3137]

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