Javert

For years, Oisin had been reflecting upon the relationship with his father. William was never there to raise him as a young boy, but Oisin would be lying if he said he learned nothing from his estranged Father. William taught him how to command, to lead men into battle. For that, Oisin was thankful. Late at night after having recieved the letter, Oisin spoke to himself. "More than a decade its been since you and I split. I must admit, I still think of the day. The day that led to thousands being murdered and our family being torn at the seams. The things I did, who I did them to..." Oisin sighed softly as he looked up at the night sky "You had every right to carry your hatred of me to your grave. Hell, you probably still do, wherever your soul has travelled. Either way, through everything, my largest regret was and is splitting from my family. Nadia, Aldigar, Gwyn...I hurt them all. I suppose the only thing I can do now is honor your wishes. I will not take the Buckfort name again, GOD knows I no longer deserve it, but I will never abandon my kin again." Oisin went to rub his forehead as he became overwhelmed with sadness, the Prince doing his best to hold in his tears. "I am sorry, William. Rest at peace, and know that I will never again stain your bloodline with dishonor." "Goodbye, Father."

The Skanarri remnant preparing to leave Camp Fnod It was years since the Sven's Day Massacre, yet the Skanarri still remained in Camp Fnod where they had retreated to. Now, in the temporary cease-fire between Norland and the Svarlings, the Skanarri saw their chance to escape the fighting completely. The Skanarri had seen and fought the Svarlings, and they were no ordinary Humans. Something about them seemed...off to the Skanarri. Regardless, it mattered little. If the Skanarri were going to flee the fighting, now would be better than later. However, the fear of the Svarlings was not the only reason for the Skanarri's migration from the North-West. Even before the Sven's Day Massacre, the Skanarri had been running low on sources of food. Their farms at Ikarusbrug barely got them by combined with the wild fruits and game collected by the Skanarri hunters and gatherers. It had only gotten worse after that, and at Camp Fnod the Skanarri were critically low on food. Many families went to bed hungry, and seeing a man expire of starvation was no longer an uncommon occurrence. Thus, the Skanarri needed to find a new place to gather more resources. While they did once raid Norland for food, Norland itself did not provide much in the way of farmland to steal from, especially after the departure of Elysium from the Kingdom. That, and the late high chieftain had signed a non-aggression pact with King Vane. The Skanarri were desperate, but they were not completely honorless. They would not steal from their 'allies', even if only a decade ago they had been tearing each other's throats out for dominance in the North-West. Skanarri scouts had already found better land regardless. This land, just near the abandoned Principality of Rubern, put them directly North of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. The Skanarri had been friendly with the Haeseni before in the face of the Svarling threat, but no official peace had been pre-established with Haense, and the Skanarri were desperate. And thus, the Skanarri tore down Camp Fnod and prepared to move. The Skanarri had decided, they would migrate to the North-East in order to seek out better food sources by any and all means necessary. What this would entail would be up to the locals the Skanarri would soon come to border. Would it come to a peaceful resolution where the Skanarri could co-exist with their neighbors, or would it devolve into another violent theater of war in the northern part of Almaris?

Javier de Pelear released a sigh as he picked up the missive and walked to the edge of his estate that was Arenisca. There, he saw the voidal mess that the destruction of Ando Alur had caused, and he knew that should nothing be done, the Hyspian people under his rule would suffer first. "Mierda...we must act now, and we must act reasonably. If this is not dealt with, Hyspians will again go without a home to call their own." With that, the aging Baron summoned his new council, and began to draft up plans for how best to combat this voidal horror.

Henry Bishop finally rests in peace in his grave. The war he had never seen come to an end finally reached its conclusion, and the old spirit could finally rest easy knowing Haense had her justice.

Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric could be seen brawling on the field with one of the Miners in retaliation for his comrade's broken toes!

Firme en Armas Issued by decree of His Lordship On the 5th of Malin's Welcome of the 49th year of the Second Age UNA CARTA ABIERTA To all Hyspians across the realm of Almaris, I issue this decree to you. For too many years, the people of Hyspia have not had a proper land to call their own. Not since before the destructive Hyspian Schism did our people live in peace and harmony with one another. I, Javier de Pelear, seek to change this. As many of you may or may not know, I have issued a Declaracion de Formacion for my own estate known as the Barony of Arenisca. However, up until recently, the construction for this estate had not yet been completed. Now, with the final stones of the keep being placed, I come to you again with another declaration. I hereby declare once more that the Barony of Arenisca shall take in any and all Hyspians who seek to reunite with their countrymen. Whether they be former Red Hyspians or faithful Canonists matters little. With the help of DIOS and the combined effort of all Hyspians, our people may be reunited once more under a single banner. I urge all Hyspians to make their way to Arenisca as soon as time allows, and to enter the open arms of Arenisca and the de Pelear Family. Signed, Javier de Pelear, Baron of Arenisca

Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric could be seen jogging throughout Varhelm square in preparation for the next match. Rumor has it he was heard chanting as he ran. "Berserkers ballin'...Berserkers ballin'..."

Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric cheers rather loudly as the Berserkers win their first game! "Hah, there'll be more where that came from!"

"Oh damn...this is going to be interesting." said Prince Ragnvald Ruric as he read the missive from his home of Eiriksgrad. Antonius Barclay spat out his beer as he read the missive from Reinmar, a frown forming on his face. "Sheisse, mayhaps they also intend to raid Haense!" Javier de Pelear, Baron of Arenisca and a vassal of Urguan, began to quietly panic to himself. "Mierda, Mierda, Mierda! ¡Ni siquiera me di cuenta de que tal situación estaba a la mano!"

Rolf the Peasant, a Myrine Serf, doesn't know how to read the missive! Regardless, he's proud to be serving under his lord Cyrus Mareno!

If you're gonna make a warclaim fort, at least make it look good and like a proper fort rather than a literal lunchbox

The Barony of Arenisca "Firme en Armas" Declaración de formación: On this day, the 5th of the Sun's Smile, 47 SA, the de Pelear family does hereby decree the formation of the Barony of Arenisca under the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Brought to life by Hyspians who formerly remained scattered across the realm of Almaris, Arenisca is a hub of Hyspian culture and history. Led by Javier de Pelear, the Areniscan Hyspians do declare that their Barony shall remain an open and free land for all Hyspians who seek to have a sense of belonging among their kin once more. Thanks to the Grand King of Urguan, the Areniscans have been able to settle on their lands bordering the old Vasiyevi state. As is expected of any Urguani vassal, Arenisca shall also answer the calls of Urguan should a time come when it is necessary. El noble gobierno: The Barony of Arenisca is firstly and most importantly governed by the Baron, who rules as an absolute monarch of the state. Beneath him, there are four key positions which have been established by the Baron to act as his representatives in each department, and who oversee a certain element in the Government. Hand of the Baron The Hand of the Baron acts as the Baron’s second in command and is his most trusted advisor. This position, modeled off the Hyspian Kingdom’s former position of Hand of the Crown, is often given to a person of extreme intellect, or to the Baron’s heir in order to prepare him for administrative duties. Head Medic of Arenisca A self-explanatory position. This position is designed to oversee all of Arenisca’s medical proceedings, and is given to those who possess key knowledge in medical aspects. The Head Medic also oversees the Baronial Clinic, which serves as Arenisca’s all-purpose hospital. Capitán de la Guardia Traditionally, the armed forces of the Kingdom of Hyspia’s estates were managed by the Monarch themselves, or the Hand of the Crown. However, Arenisca finds it necessary to create the position of Capitán. The position shall oversee all military aspects of Arenisca with Baronial oversight, and is second only to the Hand of the Baron in the chain of command. Supervisor de Moneda Yet another self-explanatory role. The Supervisor is in charge of the Barony’s treasury, and is expected to report the Barony’s financial status to the Baron himself. This was a duty previously held by the Head Steward of Hyspia, which is a role that was not carried over to the Areniscan state. Castillo Arenisca: The castle of Arenisca itself is a moderately-sized keep built primarily of sandstone brought from the lands of the south. Having employed skilled builders, Arenisca has built itself a cozy little enclave for any who wish to come and reside within its walls. Plans have also been made to possibly expand the keep, should overpopulation burden the Barony. [!] A few displays of the castle are shown below! Signed, Javier de Pelear, Baron of Arenisca

"Hmph, it is a trick. The Svarlings wish to see how desperate we are for peace, then take advantage to throw themselves at us. It is a tactic the Skanarri used when I was a child, and no doubt the Svarlings are not above such tactics either. There can be no peace with the Svarlings, so long as any Norlander is left standing." Ragnvald released a hefty sigh after his brief monologue, and began his journey to the Hearth Temple so he could find some peace in this time of great strife.

"Hmph, does this bastard get a kick out of other people's relationships? Hell, go get drunk or something if you want to be 'quirky' rather than insult my kin!" roared the outraged Antonius Barclay as he tossed the paper into the firepit and then proceeded to go find his cousin @Ziggitee.

Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric raises his hand up in one final salute for the High Keeper, whom had been a key religious figure in the young Ruric's life ever since he was able to comprehend religion. He had been told stories of the Camian, the wars she fought, the ceremonies she performed. He never got to truly know her, hell the only interaction he often had with the High Keeper was him throwing grapes at her when he was a young lad. Ragnvald chuckled at the memory with a sigh as he turned to look at the firepit of his residence. "Iron from Ice, Alisa Camian. You lived a legend, yet died at peace."

An amused Prince Ragnvald Eiriksson turns to his favorite Edvardsson cousin. "Imagine the fit she will have when she learns humans can do it as well!" @Qaz_The_Great

Ragnvald turned and nodded to Alric "That they are. Quite frankly, I would love to see the Mali'fenn wrip the others a new one, especially those imperial elves. After all, from what I have seen, the Ivae'fenn are the most ferocious fighting force of the Elven realms."

"I always knew those Mali'fenn were fuckin' cool." said Prince Ragnvald, who had always been a fan of the elves to the north!