Javert

I feel like we should decide this once and for all. Personally, I was very sad when Wonks got shelved, because I was planning to make a wonk when they existed. Anyway, give me your thoughts and vote!

For countless nights upon Freddy's disappearal, Ragnvald stood awake constantly sending out fliers and messages in hopes of finding something, anything, that could lead to his return. He vowed not to rest until he found him once again and brought him home safely.

AN OPEN LETTER TO IVARUS 'THE BASTARD' To my former Kin, Ivarus 'The Bastard', You confuse me, Ivarus. Many years ago during the Sedan Rebellion, when both our Fathers lived, you decried the Empire as a tyrannical secular nation with no respect for the Church, thus your reasoning for joining the rest of our family in the Sedan Rebellion. You were already an adult at that time, no? Had you not supported the Anti-Imperial cause, you had the capability of choosing not to join it yourself. However, you made the conscious choice to do so anyway. It now seems strange after several decades following the Rebellion, now that your beloved Father rests in the Seven Skies, that you would now turn coat and support the Anathema Emperor. Were you perhaps too afraid to express your true feelings while your Father, may his soul rest, still lived; knowing it would break the man's heart? Perhaps you were bribed by the Orenian treasuries, or gave into Imperial propaganda, I know naught your motivation. Even so, there is one thing I make very clear. You do not have the backing of the Audrickian Line. You do not have the backing of the Devanite Line, the rightful patriarchs of the House of Bishop. I know naught what your Josephite Kin have to say about your treacherous actions, but should they have any sense, they too would see your act of supporting the Anathema Emperor as an affront to all the Bishop family has fought for the past sixty years. Moving on, I do not believe your motivation to be that of pure faith, yet one of greed and ambition. It is well-known that you cared little for your own flock when you were Archbishop. And, shall I tell of another family secret that you prefer to keep under wraps, dear cousin? When you were beginning your clerical career, you attempted to drown my Uncle, Audrick II, for his sins. You called it purification, I call it attempted murder. Uncle Audrick was a sinful man, such cannot be denied in any regard. He denied the church, and disrespected the clergy. However, one would expect a man of the cloth to have patience with such men, no? Attempt to redeem them with words and kindness first, rather than immediately try to take their life in such a cruel and inhumane way. Let it be known of your crimes, Cousin. Not only did you attempt to drown a man, you attempted to drown your own kin. And the line of Audrick does not forget such a crime. I will not dwell on your acts as a man of the clergy, I merely wish to prove a point. You are not fit to replace His Holiness, Everard VI. I will not spend time speaking of scriptures, philosophy and such, as it is not something I am well versed in. However, I will once again reaffirm that on behalf of the Line of Audrick Bishop, we do not support you in any capacity. We denounce you, and proclaim that you have no association with us. I encourage our Kin, the Devanite Line, to proclaim the same in light of your treachery. Ludwig von Audrick, Son of Jakob Bishop

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Itdontmatta did what nobody else could before, make me happy with conflict rules

"FOR THE GLORY OF GOD! DEUS VULT! DEATH TO THE ANATHEMA! RAISE YOUR SWORDS IN REBELLION, O' RIGHTEOUS WHO REMAIN! MARCH ON THE CITY OF THE ANATHEMA! DEUS VULT!" Roared out a certain man who supported the Pontiff and Canonism fanatically!

Javier de Pelear has a panic attack at the prospect of an Urguani Civil War right as they're about to win the War with Oren! "Hijo de puto! Mobilize the Guard! Call mis hijos! Prepare Arenisca's defences! Mierda, I don't want to fight Irehearts...but I don't want to fight the Frostbeards either! Son of a *****!" With that, the aging Hyspian flipped a nearby table and stormed off to his quarters. Ludwig von Audrick, on the other hand, saw this coming from a mile away. "Ich serve at the will of mein Prince, und so Ich shall wait for his word." he said calmly as he went to speak to his wife about the news ( @wowsirss)

Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric squints at Manfred's use of the title 'high chieftain of the Edvardssons'. He concludes that Manfred intends to follow the path of his pretender father, and thus goes to sharpen his blade "Claims to be an Edvardsson, lives in Oren, doesn't use the Edvardsson last name, and has no way to prove his connection to the Edvardsson clan. This is going to be fun."

On the health of the Marshal of Norland Published at this 13th of the First Seed, year 59 of the Second Age From the Office of the Marshal of the Ashguard, To all members of the Ashguard and Citizens of the Kingdom of Norland, it is the wish of the Eiriksson Clan to keep the Norlandic Population informed on situations regarding the Military and its leadership. In our last missive regarding the current health of the Marshal of Norland, it was declared that he had been wounded and was taking time to recover in the Varhelm Clinic. Since then, Marshal Ragnvald has been moved from Varhelm to Eiriksgrad, and his health has improved significantly over the course of his extended leave. The Marshal's personal medics have declared that he will make a full-scale recovery within two months, and is currently capable of returning to most of his duties with the exception of front-line combat. Therefore, effective by the publishing of this missive, the Marshal hereby relieves all Wardens of the Ashguard of their previously-stated duty to command the Ashguard's day-to-day activities, however will continue to organize patrols and other combat-intensive activities until the Marshal's complete recovery. With this, the Marshal will be returning to the public eye once more to resume his duties. Signed, Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric, Marshal of the Ashguard, Prince of Norland, and Ruler of Eiriksgrad

Javier de Pelear, Canonist ruler of the Barony of Arenisca, grumbles upon hearing the news. "I followed the Irehearts into war against an excommunicated Emperor with no hesitation...but if they attempt to squash mi canonist bretheren, who have done nothing but maintain neutrality, that is a different story entirely." grumbled the Baron, as he prepared to write a letter to the Grand King and Lord of Du Loc respectively.

The Siege of Southbridge A Sedanian's Perspective Four decades ago, Sedan declared her freedom from the tyranny of the Holy Orenian Empire. Four decades ago, the people of Sedan suffered our defeat at the Battle of Southbridge. A war to free ourselves from the Emperors who cared naught for us, the rights of the nobility, nor the true will of the people that had ended with the righteous people of Sedan being forced to flee their homes as the Orenian Hordes came bearing down upon our beloved Principality. Now, Four decades later, we stood before the same fortress that caused our defeat in our righteous war, now engulfed in flame. With the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, the Kingdom of Haense, the Ferrymen Band, and many more marching side-by-side with us, we returned to exact our vengeance. The Siege was glorious; beautiful, even. It brought myself to near tears seeing the trebuchets unleash hellfire upon that cursed castle of Southbridge. In that moment I knew that my Father, Uncle, Cousins, and all those who had suffered at the hands of Oren were now avenged. Stone bashed against the brittle walls of the Castle, the feeble Orenian rock crumbling and causing many Orenians to fall to their demise below. The Order was given, and we charged into the keep with no hesitation in our hearts. Under our glorious Prince Leopold, along with the brilliant minds of the Tripartite Leaders, I knew we would have victory that day. The Sedanians, alongside our Tripartite Allies, fought with a fury not seen since the War with Rozania. We fought the Orenians with fire in our hearts, determination in our minds, and vengeance as our goal. It soon became clear that the Orenians could not withstand the might of true steel and battle-hardened men, as many fell before our blades as we came upon them. The Coalition's Trebuchets had battered their fort into nothing but a kill-zone, that we gladly used to our advantage. Corralled in a single hallway, our arrows found their marks in the weak spots of Orenian armor, while others harassed our foe from behind, not allowing them a moment's rest. Not even Twenty saint's minutes into the battle, the sound of fighting died down. The bodies of thousands of Orenian dead littered the ground inside and surrounding the keep. From there, I knew with a wonderful certainty that the day had been won. We had endured minimal casualties while inflicting severe losses upon our cowardly foe. Upon the conclusion of the battle, nothing could be heard but the warcries of the many nations that had come. "Krusae zwy Kongzem!" "Iron from Ice!" "Narvak oz Urguan!" and of course, "Ave Sedan!" Let it be known, the People of Sedan shall always have their revenge. Be it days, months, years, or decades, we shall have it. Ave Sedan

Henry Bishop's Skygod is extremely concerned with how many Bishops are dropping dead recently. Nonetheless, Henry was the first one to welcome Maya upon her arrival in the Seven Skies, giving his daughter the biggest bearhug possible "Its a shame du are here so soon mein daughter, but Ich missed du terribly."

On the health of the Marshal of Norland Published at this 12th of The Amber Cold, year 58 of the Second Age From the Office of the Marshal of the Ashguard, To all members of the Ashguard and Citizens of the Kingdom of Norland, it is the wish of the Eiriksson Clan to keep the Norlandic Population informed on situations regarding the Military and its leadership. Therefore, it is with the utmost sadness that we announce that Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric, Marshal of Norland and Ruler of Eiriksgrad, has been gravely injured during an encounter with the Tribesmen of the Raenrland. Having sustained a large blow to his chest, he is expected to take many months to rest first at the Varhelm Clinic before being moved to Eiriksgrad to continue his recovery. Despite the severity of his injuries, the Marshal is expected to make a full-scale recovery within a matter of months, though the length of recovery is not yet certain. Therefore, in the Marshal's absence from the field, his subsidiary Wardens shall take command of the day-to-day Ashguard duties and will be responsible for maintaining its activity until the Marshal's full recovery. We in Clan Eiriksson hope that the people of Norland will offer prayers for the Marshal's quick recovery, and that life may continue in the Kingdom unhindered. Signed, Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric, Marshal of the Ashguard, Prince of Norland, and Ruler of Eiriksgrad

Ahsan Ibn Awf Al-Nabeel made sure to practice his dancing for his esteemed cousin's wedding!

Upon Luka's entry into the Seven Skies, he found himself being greeted by Henry Bishop, his cousin. "Well Luka, took du long enough du old man" he said with a sigh as he offered Luka a glass of Carrion "Come, sit, the Family awaits du."

Upon Petyr's entrance to the Seven Skies, he found himself welcomed by none other than his long-deceased brother, Viktor Bishop. "Brother, welcome. I have been waiting for you for quite some time. Come, let us celebrate with the rest of our family for your arrival"

Ludwig von Audrick frowns upon hearing of his Cousin's Coma. "Erwin will survive it. That much Ich am certain of."