Gambit

"The Champion of the Brotherhood." Winchester, Captain of the Arichsdorf House Guard corrected. "The dispute was between the Brotherhood and Haense, and our humble March was caught in the crossfire."

Winchester would already be over seasoning his dry rotisserie chicken as he used his 0.12% Hysian blood to justify his cultural appropriation like the super villain he was

--------------------- In the little village where I was born life moved at a slower pass, let felt all the richer for it. There my two distant half Hyspain uncles were known far and wide for their delicious cooking. They seasoned their scented chicken using only the freshest spices, people called them... -+- Los Pollos Hermanos. The Chicken Brothers. Today now, we at Baker Family and Co, carry on their tradition in a manner that would make my uncles proud. The finest ingredients are brought together with loving care then slow-cooked to perfection. Yes, the old ways are still best at Los Pollos Hermanos but don't take my word for it, one taste, and you'll know. Not only does this new branch of Baker Family and Co represent the finest chicken, but, my 0.12% Hyspain blood in my proud veins. Coming to an Arichsdorf near you. Baker Family And Co have no legal responsibility for your health and are not liable if you ingest raw, uncooked, undercooked, or any likes of life-threatening meat.

Winchester, Frat Boy extraordinaire, would read over the thesis, knowing he had already achieved sexual immortality. (This guy fucks)

Basque culture with Norman mail armor

Depiction of Two Men and Two Women doing Baking -+- LET IT BE KNOWN - Baker Family and Co. and Substrates do NOT use Store-Bought Gravel, or premade baked goods!! All of our goods are baked by unpaid Taryn Baker!! These false and slanderous statements are being perpetrated by Haensermen Gangster Policemen and spies in order to ruin ME, (And my wife), Winchester C. Baker & Taryn Baker, VI Brae Street, since my appeal to the Orenian high court in order to expose their Dwedski VOIDISM plot ! IN CONJUNCTION with DEADLY NERVE HIDDEN AGENTS via RATS and MUSSIN ! These Dwedski Insurgents and their Haensermen Gangster Policemen and spies puppeting pontifical popering puppet master in order to ruin me and Baker Family and Co. and partners for exposing their VOIDALIST AGENDA EQUALIST WORLD TAKE OVER! Baker Family and Co. is FIGHTING for the TRUTH against the Voidist Dwedski shortman Haenser Police State Gangsters and FALCON COMPANY LIMITED! The Iblees Void Gangster Dwedski Pontifcalish popes and Despots WILL be uncovered. -+- All citizens of Du Loc will be receiving a 15% (Subject to change) off discount on our HOMEMADE Cinnamon rolls with HOMEMADE Chocolate Ganache frosting and our HOMEMADE Banana pudding sweet rolls !!!!

Famous and infamous frat boy partier, Winchester, would look over the missive, wondering why 'chicks' weren’t invited to this 'bussin' ragger, before pondering if they'd even let him shotgun beers and sleep on the couch after the mad party.

Winchester would wonder if this the land could be used for his capitalist agenda.

"An eye for a eye and a leg for a leg." Winchester stated, before wrapping his mail coif around his head, before setting off on his quintillionth raid in Dwed territory

Sheesh, that sure was biiiiiiiiig battle! Maybe you're hungry? Maybe your armor has succumb to wear and tear? Well, soldier, that sure is a shame! But, we at Baker Family and Co. have amazing news for fellers down on your luck! Come to the Pomegranate Bakery in Du Loc, (VI Brae Street) where we sell baked goods of the highest quality! Or maybe come to Two Godric Street in Arichsdorf, and get some new arms and armor at Winchester Arms and Armor!

We're deep in the Witcher larp now boys

Winchester pondered how this could benefit his capitalist agenda.

Winchester, the Goat Farmer of Du Loc, not having kept up with the ongoing crisis, would be in shock upon hearing that the Irehearts, of all Dwarves, attempted to collaborate with the Orenians. Before immediately going to bother his wife with the news.

To the: - Holy Father, His Holiness Everard VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Archbishop of Visigia, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Missionary to Aeldin, High Servant to the Exalted's Testaments, Humble Servant to the Faithful and Vicar of GOD. Keep it up, we're proud of you, you can do this. From: Winchester, The Goat Farmer, God Lover A poorly drawn happy face would be drawn:

Winchester, the Goat Farmer, dawned his gambeson, before secondly adorning his chainmail body armor that his father's father's father's father wore during the Great Crusades. Aggressively polishing the rust off of an old family sword, and brung his goats to the city of Du Loc. "Now this, these are the faithful I can rally for."

A young Mercatorii read the news he had collected from local missive boards to his veteran aging, crippled, Father as he lay in bed.. ”A Bishop, the family, has passed away, a letter addressed to our kin follows, Father.. Do you wish to hear it?” “A Bishop..? Who- His name, what was his name, Ezicul?” ”Luka, papa, Luka Bishop.. Shall I read his letter now?” The Father choked on his words, but gave a slight nod nonetheless, and the Son read the letter.. The Father shed a single tear rolling over so his Son could not see his moment of weakness. ”I would like some alone-time, Ezicul. Please.” ”Of course, Papa.” Till death do I part.

Can you remove the copious amounts of warnings on my account?

“They should’ve given it ta’ me.” The Goat Farmer said allowed as he read the missive to his goats, frowning.