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"Still more of a man than any aaunite supporter," says Wilhelmina. 

"... WAIT. Are we the BAD guys?!" exclaimed Wilhelmina in distress. She had not known about the murder torture and genocide - perhaps... because it did not happen?

"Ave Adria!" cheered the young Wilhelmina van Aert as she read through the Duke's reply to the king's pathetic attempt at trying to look like he was winning the war.

5 hours ago, Shmeepicus said:

 

Alexander I nodded his head in agreement with the missive. "It would seem the idiocy of the Adrian's has once again reared its head- complacency is not for this day, or the 'morrow. Canonism as a whole must rid itself of this plague that swallows the southernmost land of the Heartlands."

"Youre just mad youre losing" says Wilhelmina.

Wilhelmina awoke to the sounds of a cheerful crowd. She rubbed her eyes and stumbled out of bed to see that traitor's head lay in the mud. A quiet "Oh" was followed by an "Ave Adria!"

"You state you were going to join the fight on Adria's enemies side, yet at the same time you mourn the fate of those that are considered enemies to the Adrians? I believe that, perhaps, the Archduchess might be simple minded..." Wilhelmina trailed off as she put down the paper. "I suppose someone who was once a puppet to Balianites can never not be a puppet after all."

"So basically all of humanity is afraid of one rebelling state? Where is the backbone?" asked Wilhelmina van Aert.

Wilhelmina slowly turned to her friend. ".. Put that stick down, you'll hurt yourself and I will not waste medical supplies on foolishness!" @Valkirey

Wilhelmina puts on warpaint. Shes got her shoe laces tied, her blade polished and her suit of armor on - it was time.

12 minutes ago, milkyi said:

Emerentia Vilac extended a cigarette to her brother Constantine at the locked gates of Minitz, "Smoking on that Aaunite pack, care to try some?" 

@chaotikal

 

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Wilhelmina steals one of the cigarettes, the sheer boredom driving her to take up smoking.

Laurentina wonders if the priest has been smoking too much cactus green to come up with this arichsdorf slander.

Wilhelmina, who was also thirteen, sat up from the pub stool she was sitting on and stopped polishing the blood stains off her sword. It was nice to have something to do after the fighting subsided and everyone began rejoicing and licking their (few) wounds. She didn't want to sit upstairs with her brothers and cousins since they were being too loud for her taste. Lifting the public letter that the other youngster had written, she let her gaze stray over the paper's lines.

She finished reading and grimaced momentarily. She experienced a wide range of emotions at once. The van Aert opened and closed her mouth once more, unable to find the right words. Perhaps, there were none.
Indeed, they were young, and it was frightening. Yet even the child understood that you must fight for your home if you wished to keep it. Hence, they would always do so.
 

Upstairs, she heard a chant that she mutely repeated to herself in a low voice: "Ave Adria."

Wilhelmina cleaned her blade after the fight was done, silently pondering on the win as the heat of the battle died down.

Wilhelmina's mouth stood open with joy upon noticing that her friend Lorina was a ward as well!

Wilhelmina nods to Valentin. "This is such a well written and good missive, I WONDER who helped you!"

Wilhelmina gave an approving nod to her older brother, Valentin. "We did good work."

Wilhelmina frowned deeply as such an inspiring woman had died. She took the Duchess into her prayers that night, and in the one after that as well.

"I LOVE VAN AERT AND VILAC!!!!" shouts lil Wilhelmina van Aert

"nooo the church is not political! noooo!" says rhosyn

Now Rhosyn leaned back in her seat, waiting to see how this would play out. A small smile played on her features as she saw Renilde doing the first sensible thing in... a while.

Aloisia forms her mouth into an 'o' shape, put on her travelling cloak and sharpened her blade before making the trip to Sedan.

Luisa cringes hard upon hearing the news. She threaded a hand through her salt and pepper hair, thoughtfully contemplating the situation. In the end, the aging lady shrugged and uttered the following words to her brother in law.

"Some blessings come disguised as problems. And some problems sort themselves out. I imagine he'll last for a few Saint Weeks before tiring himself out and sailing away again."

@Greehn 

"Maybe I'll get my own home at last," said Dame Rhosyn hopefully.

A fire-haired Lady gazed down on the valley in which Arichsdorf had been built with a pensive expression. Turning on her heels to make her way back home -whereever that may be- her thoughts lingered on her sister, Lyds.

Louisa once more took to the woods, the mournful expression returning to her features.