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"I can count the amount of people in Adria on one hand." The Prince of Haense sighed, scrubbing vigorously at gore stained onto his boots. "This is gonna' end up being our problem won't it!"

THE NORTHERN VOLUNTEERS Issued by PRINCE ALEKSANDR BARBANOV On this 14th of Vyzmey ag Hyff of 472 ES KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM VA BIRODEO E HERZENAV, The world is on fire in the East and the West. Yet the North stands stagnant. In the East, chaos reigns by hand of the anathema Duke of Adria whilst the West is assaulted by draconic and arthropodic forces. The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska has found itself overly preoccupied in these matters of human politics and the heartlands as a whole, albeit a righteous cause, worries still span elsewhere. As a Prince; now nearly a man, I am still yet to receive my investiture as Grand Prince like my father when he was sixteen. I do recognise the need however to prove myself as worthy to my brothers in arms of Haense. There is much difference between he who commands, and he who leads. It is therefore by this matter that I set out on a quest to do so. I shall not falter in recognising the threats of the world, or turn a blind eye to the threats of the world over humanity’s squabbles. It is all our world that is at threat, for even a moment we must work as one to combat it - lest we be all overran. Therefore, I call upon the banners of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, those loyal knights of the Crow Order and my friends to join me in assisting those of the West. May our banners wrought of Black and Gold persevere, and the North stand stagnant on this threat no longer. IV JOVEO MAN, His Serene Highness, Aleksandr Otto Barbanov, Grand Prince of Kusoraev, Duke of Alban

"Honestly you got me heated for a moment there. Got me a little upset. Got me aching to *places hand on the hilt of my sword. But I think this is fine. We're good now. You're good now." says Aleksandr Otto, one of the good guys?

Aleksandr Otto frowned as he read the letter, the Prince growing frustrated. Yet, frustration only came due to the extensive amount of time it took the boy to understand the letter thanks to the aid of Amaya Colborn. Then, he smiled.

ALEKSANDR OTTO, the Grand Prince of Kusoraev looked upon the missive grimly. Would he be just another Prince raised through warfare? Another Prince to live through the terrors of loss. Another Prince to witness the horrors of death? He realized, such was the way of life. Yet what kept him going was that he would be another Prince to win. And so he sharpened his steel.

gmros never wrong (real)

you can go down stream just not up stream, makes sense to me. no it's just a small area

There's some decent elevation but elevation is fine. The only issue is whether it peaks at the top which 99% of the map doesn't. The one part at 30 seconds which may be "completely useless" got claimed by a nation to be their capital and maybe takes up less than 0.5% of the map. Lot's of mistakes from prior maps were thoroughly gone over as to not make them once again.

ALEKSANDR KUSORAEV glances between two letters. One of the two, a handwritten letter addressed to him by his grandfather, and the other, that missive of excommunication. The Prince simply "Huh..."'d

"this guys dad is twenty-eight how the heck is he sixteen?" aleksandr otto barbanov-bihar inquired to the rainy sky

how many more excuses can he make to marry frenchlessfry ???

you’re all sleeping heavy on @ibraheemc2000 bro went crazy last map

"Guilty?!" Cried some schizophrenic Leonidas Mareno running around larping as an ISA soldier. "That's ridiculous! We've only the finest lawyers on the block!"

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ALEKSANDR KUSORAEV keeps a keen eye out for any of these spoken of tunnels. For avoiding, of course.

Marius Audemar sat on the edge of the bed, and stared down absently at the scabbarded Raevsblade Svjetlast across his lap. That blade had cut through swathes of Petrans to secure Valfleur for the loyalist cause, and it hadn't faltered once during the battle. He stared at the grooves of the scabbard's leather, his eyes unseeing as the words of Constanz's challenge reverberated in his head. Marius had little respect for the man, and certainly no love. And yet ... I took so much from you, he thought wistfully as he ran a gentle hand along the length of the scabbarded sword. The least I can give you is a worthy death.

Marius Audemar returned to the Kingdom of Haense with a grin on his lips, he said simply: "A win's a win." To his brother Georg, the King.

ALEKSANDR, GRAND PRINCE OF KUSORAEV ran by and taped a missive to the inept man's face: "You're just all brawn. No brains!" The Princeling shouted in the midst of his escape.

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