THE WAR OF THE FLEECE

[ickyNuN 53]

Vandrake Vourkehardt clicked his tongue as he read the missive, making sure to not put his cart before his horse as he made preparations to march to the Southern Kingdom. 

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

As the duke of Marna looks at the missive, he smiles, taking a step off the boat. His companions from his recent Adventure behind him, he looks over to Gaspard and Isabel in particular. "So then it looks like we didn't miss all the fun after all." Then, looking over at the Uruk with his group, "And I'm sure you'll also have fun, big lad."  Going to walk off, he turns to the last two of his companions. "And I'm sure you looking forward to seeing your families again, aye?"

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[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"Callahan, once more into the breach...-" The blind swordsman invokes his old contractor's name as he once again began preparations for the Koyo-Kuni warband to traverse the jungles of Ubuntu.

 

"Maybe then, we can finally come home at last..." 

[Digit___ 1224]

A squat being would read the missive, his bushy unibrow furrowed as he did so. "Let 'em come, time t' show dese gitz ya don' mess wit' Balian!" Rumec Broadbrow hollered in the Balian square.

[Rig 17580]

Meracahe saddled his horse and rode now to join the main war camp. He thought back to the meeting at Lemon Hill four-years before.

 

"I will see you at the other side of the battlefield after all," he thought to himself.

[confusedjester 811]

Einin worried for Aurus, and the Greyes.- yet such outcome was something she assumed- something she knew would happen, regardless. 

 

 

Tears befallen, as she crumpled the missive in frustration, throwing it away.

 

The End of the South was inevitable.

 

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Valarie, on the other hand, couldnt wait for war. "VOURKEHARDT RAHHHH1!!11!" She also double-checked that her father did not put the cart before the horse. 

[Baccaaa 490]

"All of this bloodshed because a man refused to be recognized as 'the Impious' until the church resolved the grievances. Valah really are blessed with ambition, which often is a curse." Would comment a fennic elfess, seemingly understanding the nature of the conflict. "How many displaced and how many legacies torn asunder, over such an epithet? All preventable... or was it?" Thus the widespread missive was stowed in a bookshelf full of missives.

[KillerMaid 636]

".... Are... they really are collecting all the human nations like cards. What do they need with all this land?" a wood elf stated, confused as to why the church wanted ANOTHER war, so close to the end of another

[FireAGN 1207]

"It seems like it's time to return home." Malcolm thought to himself. Once a son of Sunholdt, now a soldier of Lemon Hill.

[STBNL 250]

"Y moved to Numendil from mea own accord as a little dzeicko, but never forgotten mea childhood memories, mea brosa, e mea frail old mamej that hails from there.. Y do niet have heart to go to clash against them this time." Stated by a saddened Wilfriche that the war went towards his homeland, a guilt so heavy he decides to retire much earlier from the Radiant Guard. Giving his serjeant uniform one last feel, before handing it in to be repurposed.

[TomFunks 756]

      The former Baron of Cadiz looked upon the missive, the cyclopean gaze tracing every word. He had, in his twilight, found a deepening dispassion to most personal quarrel. Yet now, he found the capability to etch a smirk upon his aged features.
“Ah, of course.” The current Lord of Caladras remarked, a side-long look granted unto his sons. “...In his letter, it had appeared John learned to put his people above himself, to surrender — but there he is! The Conspirator Casimir, as conceited as the day we left him.” He strained to mask his amusement, to no avail. “And they shall make it all the more enjoyable, offering opportunity after opportunity to sink their skulls into sand.”

He offered a prayer to those friends who still remained, ensnared by familial duty in that broken land. He aspired that they might yet escape the clutch of their false monarch.

[sanriu 734]

“War is so dreadful,” Vacslava said quietly, her gaze distant. “It tears nations apart, leaves families broken—and yet,  it must happen, peace demands it they say. As if peace can only come once everything has been burned down.” 

She paused, taking in the weight of it all.“But what if we truly tried to speak instead.. Not with threats or armies, but with honesty, with real effort to understand. I’ve read their histories, their letters. They’re not without reason. There’s humanity there. There’s hope. But no one seems willing to listen… they just keep marching.”

[Phersades 1710]

Vayan Vulnrith would sort through letters and missives delivered to her; all worldly news laid right there on her table. The threat of a continued war caught her eyes quickly, and she'd skim through the words for the sake of just getting it off of her desk... In the end, she'd think of the large empty manors that took over the island Balian shared with her people. 

A grimace was offered alongside a few words. 

"Damn... Makes you think, man. Makes you think." 

 

 

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