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Calahan Antonius sat pon' a balcony of a massive western stronghold when the wedding missive arrived. Curious -- His mind wondering with a burning question "Surely they'd add a date right?"

FOCAIL DE ÓIR, TEANGA DE CRUACH 22nd of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1868 Erin’s Hall, County of Halstaig Since its initial establishment in Atlas, House O’Rourke has long been a staunch supporter of the Orenian ideals. Padrick Erin O’Rourke bled out upon the steps of Belvitz, fighting against a horde of raiders. Count Oisin and Padraig fought side by side against the Everardine machine in the House of Commons throughout the 18th century. During the Tenth Nordling War, Countess Anastasia rallied the largest Adunian host in recent history to fight against the barbaric forces of the North. We have loyally fought, bled, and died for Orenia and now we come to an impasse. Two factions of like-minded individuals have declared a state of conflict against each other and split the Empire into two: a civil war is incoming. Violence rages on in the northern theatre from the Battle of Vuillermoz to the Standoff at Fort T.O.S. House O’Rourke can no longer idly stand by and watch. It is thus by the will of Countess Halstaig that the County of Halstaig and by extension, the House of Rourke hereby pledges its fealty to Frederick I, the rightful King of Oren and successor to Philip III and Anastasia I. Furthermore, we urge our cadet houses of Orlov and Rosius to follow suit, taking action and laying their blades before the King of Oren. And to the pretender, Peter Augustus, we hope you find your senses and surrender before more have to suffer under your unlawful regime. The Right Honorable, Theodosia Illeana O’Rourke, Countess of Halstaig, Stewardess of New Esbec, Captain of the Westguard Lord Calahan Antonius O’Rourke, Commander of the Westguard Lord Nikolaus Oisin O’Rourke, Commander of the Westguard Lord Auden Thein O’Rourke, Seneschal of Erin Hall Lady Arabella Donna O’Rourke, Advisor to the Countess

An aged Waldenian man cusses up a storm on his families ship! He lost his bets about the war...

The Waldenian man is now up 150 shekels based on his bets about the war!

A Waldenic man chuckles in delight as all the missives are sent out. Aboard his ship he began placing bets with his brothers and nephews!

An old Waldenic man sits on the crows nest of his family ship, watching the world from the coast of Almaris, a brief chuckle as the missives of the war were brought aboard.

Skin Name: I Must(Ard) Have This Dance, Masked Bid(s): 200, 200 Discord: Pyrite#6874

I really like the details of this piece, there's a few nitpicks that other's have pointed out, but aside from that it looks great

Certainly offers a nice niche to Alchemy, as does most Further Alchemy pieces. +1

Calahan O'Rourke read over the missive from the Library of Halstiag with a smile "This will certainly be interesting..." He mused before returning to the book he was previously reading.

Calahan Antonius read over the missive allowing himself a sigh "Elias is going to get himself killed. . ." He muttered out from the top of his boat after recognizing the initials.

While receiving attention from the fight that had occurred prior, a cheeky grin formed on the Adunians face "Azhl Anemia is a pain. . ." He said giving a chuckle as he then returned to bandaging himself up.

Did beboon get the gegoon?

Alone sat a man on his boat. He sat and he drank with empty bottles of rum surrounding him. Nevertheless, Calahan Antonius gripped the paper that informed him of this wretched news, so tightly, he'd ripped it. Near him on the edge of the boat a sheathed sword lied, he glanced to it, before turning down and beginning to cry silently. Now making his way to the top of his ship, he stared across the vast western seas. The sunset glistening across the water as the city of Cartref Mor stood still, he brought the glass of Rum & Lemonade to his lips "Must've been a pretty shitty captain. . ." He muttered before leaning back and speaking something in the tone of a prayer.

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A tall standing Adunian, entered the grounds of Halstaig, used to the feeling of death and gloom. Alone he sat in the gardens as a breeze blew from the mountains to the east. "They're always too young. . . Aren't they?" He'd seem to ask for some GOD above as he'd bow his head in prayer. "Seigneur misericorde cher Alexandre alors qu'il te rejoint dans les sept cieux." Uttered the man in his prayer

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stabby stabby?

Calahan Antonius sits idly on the HIMS Ark of Peril as the press release is delivered, setting down his glass of lemonade he'd examine the words of the paper with a little giggle "Hey look!" He called loudly to a crew member of the Ark "I was there! I saw it happen!" With that, the day continued on the vessel, leaving the paper aside.

Green Arrow : ) +1

A rather Jovial old Waldenian chuckles as he hears the news then turning to his nephew "Ere' zis' Eddy, Alren is ztill' alive." He had then returned to loading his families Galleon back up with a pipe hanging loosely in his mouth "Ja'know, I zot' I vas' old. . ." The Falkenrath mused to himself stamping a golden falcon onto each box sat on his ship. Lifting the anchor with his crew and setting out to sea he'd wave as he passed the capital of Oren "Vest' o' luck te' ye' all!"

did beboon get the gegoon? i need to know

"Ay! I vas' at zat' vedding'. . ." Akello Cenobia had made clear to a tenant of Halstaig that joined him on the fields for the day "And ja', my comment on ze' d'Azors holds true." He bluntly stated as he continued his work with the tenant.