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Father Walter gazes upon the announcement with pride, beaming for his homeland. "Vienne was rather ugly anyways. By the grace of GOD the land is marked with beauty once again."

the title of this post made me spit out my drinkl

why did you not brutally die in savoy like me and @Milenkhovplanned

you had one ******* job

40 minutes ago, Burnsider said:

Insurgency is fine, as long as it's kept only IC and there is frequent "after-care" reach out to other players after antagonizing them. Honestly, this should just be done normally in all player conflict situations. 

 

That said, whoever was leading that Mercantori group was exceptionally toxic and shouldn't be held up as a standard for it, even if the RP amongst the others was fun. 

I dont think we ever interacted with you once

As the MRA godfather and resident schizophrenic vomitposter I must concurr with the sentiment that we, infact, did nothing wrong.

Anyways yeah we got a lot of OOC pushback for our generally non-threatening demeanor and friendly cooperation. What I remember was funny about it, is that we stuck closer to oren because of how other Anti-Empire insurgent groups treated us at the time. Gustav and the revolution guys often harassed us for being "Oren Plants" ect. 

Btw the MRA guys are looking to come back and im glad there is still some love for the type of things we used to get up to

Viva Mercatorii n that

holy **** he did it again long live the ISA

An aged Snow Elf sits silently upon the tundra, squinted eyes carefully scanning the document with some confusion. After a few moments a deep sigh escapes him, dissipating silently into the frigid air. 

"We gave them everything Vytrek, and they squander it. I suppose you can lead the horse, but you can never make him drink."

how the **** did you know about this

im in shock

i am literally dagoth'ur, what the ****

holy shit this is literally humanity

5 hours ago, rukio said:

Your dusty mood don't vibe with me

You are old and so therefore I must say 10-4 dinosaur

god i ******* hate you rukio you rat bastard

Your honor he's guilty

he did it all from the shadows

The Mareno's eyes scanned the declaration, Valentin feeling a sense of burning hatred fire up in his chest.

"No right." He muttered, swearing silently to himself.

"The Penny Duke has no right to be making demands, let alone demands for honor."

dude ive taken so much ******* Adderall these ADD meds are crazy

see you later dude thank you for blessing us with quite possibly the best LOTC copypasta in the server's history

you were a wise man with a moderately level head, rare talent

godspeed

Valentin read the paper with a smile, resting his hand loosely upon his sword's pommel. 

"I did tell them didn't I? It wasn't just us going hunting! Vilac, fallen so far."

Valentin Mareno, his knightly honor and title rightfully restored after the defeat of the Penny Duke, smiled as his eyes scanned the Petran forest. He felt a swell of pride in his chest. In that moment he reached down across his breastplate, retrieving an old cigar that a certain Archduke had given him many years ago.

"So Gustaf, I did good didn't I?" He turned his head, speaking to someone that wasn't even there. His eye twitched, brimming with a repressed madness. The Mad Dog of Acre lit the cigar, smoke pouring out from between his lips with every puff.

Valentin eyes the paper with a deep interest, happy with it's contents.

"The Consort sat there the entire meeting and provided nothing but crude comments and belligerent childishness. Hopefully the man is less wrathful after sleeping on it."

Valentin rolled one, sticking the spliff directly between his lips. A chuckle escaped him, a certain madness lurking in his eyes.

"He couldn't keep his wife, how does he expect to keep a country he's no claim to? Madness!"

Valentin Mareno, sworn protector of Renilde I eyes the missive with great distrust.

"Paul, I've come to fulfill my end of the deal. Your posthumous payments kept me afloat all these years, I suppose I've a job to do." 

Valentin Mareno begins to weep uncontrollably, the memories of his fallen comrades flooding back into his head. Oh if they only knew what they were dying for, what all their sacrifice would lead to.

"Old Comrade, how I've failed you. I'm so, so sorry."

lol

ur evolving joshbright

beyond fleeper status

"For GOD and a righteous and Canonist Norland!" Spoke the Acolye, a smile upon his face.

40 gorillion dead pink tags beneath Oren (traumatizing)
 

on a serious note Tree I'm glad you've seen the error of your minecraft villain ways and have stopped being a feeding CA murderhobo

god bless

Please continue down this righteous path so you may restore the souls of so many dead pink tags

A teal-faced marauder sat high upon the orcish construction, eyes cast down upon the field of death left in the battle's thunderous wake. Upon the ground he spotted the mangled form, trampled beneath torrents of boots. The armor caught his eye, it was from land's so far from where it's wearer now lay.

He turned his head, unable to look any longer.

"Just another soldier, that's all." He reassured himself, grimacing.

An old mercenary grins from the seven skies, a deep laugh escaping him as the memories flooded back.

"Ah! The Silver Isles Campaign! Mad Freddy! What strange times to live in."

2 minutes ago, excited said:

Eli and his "Mod Friend", colorized, c. 2022 @MaltaMoss

This is so realistic. It's a borderline doxxing. How did you get this photo