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"Luv' me Gushtaff. Luv' me Leon. An' Luv' me Vah'count." Pisspot grins, hammering the banners of Acre and the Theoderic Warband into the cobble foundation of Potte Motte, "Simple as, chaps."

Pisspot also fondly recalls the flogging of the van Darkwood.

"Luv me vah'count." A certain bannerman would remark, bobbing his head in satisfaction as the news was read aloud to him.

"Daftwoods, amirite m'lord?" wheezes an exasperated Pisspot.

"Tell the lordlin' tae add that e's an alroight joustah too," Captain Potte remarked as the letter was read aloud to him, "An' tell 'im that we 'ave a few Potte wenches sittin' around if 'e fancies a propah lass."

Captain Pisspot bit his lower lip, extending out his right arm. "Sheeeeeesh!" The man remarked in a fervent manner, as he struck two fingers from his left hand against the forearm of his outstretched right. [[RP]] Full Name: Montgomery Potte Years of Age: 35 Race: HUMAN Pedigree (Noble/Non-Noble): Noble bastard Battlefield Experience: Tripartite, Brother's War, Elysium-Orc War Reason for Interest: Not interested at all tbh not sure why you would think that [[OOC]] Username: Xocolataphobia Discord: XOCO#7502

Captain Pisspot hacked up a spot of phlegm, spitting it from atop his steed and into one of the marshes deep within the Vienne forests. "The fock are these wankers worried about? Just a regulah day in Rivia. Stay on the paff, carry a lamp or ah touch and yew shud be good, innit?" He complains, signalling for the soldiers of the 2nd Cohort to continue riding.

Pisspot squinted at the letter at his feet. "Wot t'fock is this?" He scoffed, kicking the piece of parchment away, because alas, a man who could not read had no use for a letter.

"Oi can't even read..." Monty mumbles as a Rivian page informs him of the news verbally.

"Ehh? Since when was Rivian women allowed t'own properteh?" Pisspot grumbles as one of his literate soldiers relayed the news to him, "Yew 'ave got t'be jokin'. Rivian women're meant t'be good 'ousewives, not businessmen selling shops!" "At least it's an Azor lass... God forbid we had a Daftwood woman in charge o' sumfin." He declares, clambering atop his horse and trotting away.

Discordtag : XOCO#7502 MC Name : Xocolataphobia RP Name : Sir Ezekiel Moores RP Age : 67 Are you entering as a Commoner/Knight/Champion of a peer? Specify which : Knight

"Orenian men ought t'be dressed in a focken' Legion uniform, fer fock's sake," grumbles a peasant soldier named Pisspot, "And these wenches dress so liberally now too! Wot 'appened to the good, god-fearing maiden?"

T H E S E C O N D C O H O R T “A Rivian may die, but he will never surrender.” Montgomery Potte at the Battle for New Providence (c. 1868) Preamble The 2nd Cohort of the Stallion was officially founded in 1874, though its mercenary predecessor, the Backwater Company, was founded far earlier. The founding fathers of the 2nd Cohort were a combination of Rivian and Arichsdorf peasant militiamen who, despite their humble origins, became renowned bannermen and sellswords over the course of the War of Two Brothers and the Orc-Elysium War. Upon the conclusion of the Siege of Elysium, and thus, the expiration of the mercenary contract which binded the joint forces of Rivia and Arichsdorf to Elysium, Lord-Commander Anton Draskovic offered the freeriders a Cohort within the esteemed Petrine Legion, impressed by the exceptional martial talent demonstrated by the bannermen. As a result of its Rivian roots, the Cohort borrows heavily from the military traditions and culture of the Rivian Band, with former Lord-Commander of the Band, Montgomery Potte acting as the First Captain of the Cohort. Structure The Rivian Heavy Cavalry readying to charge into the combined elven-orc infantry during the Battle of Forêt du Roi (c. 1868) The 2nd Cohort of the Stallion follows the rank structure of the Petrine Legion with the exception of the rank of Footman. Alternatively, the 2nd Cohort utilises the term Horseman, so as to avoid confusion. Under the command of the Captain of the 2nd Cohort are two Sergeants. At present, the Captain of the 2nd Cohort is Captain Montgomery “Pisspot” Potte, and the current Sergeants are Sergeant Godric Grafton and Sergeant William “Small” Potte. Additionally, the Cohort includes a chaplain and a farrier, however, these duties are independent of the ranks of the Cohort, and are currently vacant. Each Sergeant carries the responsibility of overseeing one half of the Cohort - that being the Curisarius and the Celeres. Sergeants are expected to keep their units in a fit state and ensure discipline within the Cohort while the Captain is predisposed. The Cursarius The Cursarius are a unit composed of lightly armoured riders. The primary duties of the unit therefore are reconnaissance and skirmishing. In battle, the Cursarius are expected to act as a mobile force, able to effectively engage and disengage from battle, and constantly harass the flanks of the opponent. The ranks of the Cursarius are typically taken from the Horsemen, though it is not uncommon for soldiers of higher ranks and veterancy to stay within the Cursarius. The Celeres The Celeres, conversely, are composed of heavily armoured riders. These cavalrymen are typically veteran members of the Cohort, well versed in warfare and adept at close-range combat, regardless of whether atop their steed or on foot. Their equipment is noticeably different from the Cursarius - especially when noting that typically, the horses of the Celeres are of a slower, but sturdier build, and typically clad in armour too. These men are expected to act as shock troops who trample over the bulk of the opposing infantry. The Celeres are typically expected to turn the tides of battle - and as such, are held in high esteem by the Legion as a whole. Initiates Despite the nature of the Cohort, Initiates of the Stallion are not given steeds until they have achieved the rank of Horseman. As such, Initiates are typically deployed as support for the cavalry units in a skirmishing capacity. Though the Cohort has far higher Initiate mortality rates compared to other Cohorts as a result of the policy, soldiers who become Horsemen are typically of a higher standard. The large Initiate force is typically commanded by a single Man-at-Arms. Culture A Rivian tavern in the preliminary hours before battle (c. 1862) In accordance with the customs of the Rivian Band and the Backwater Company, soldiers are permitted a pint before every battle, as it is believed to be an act that bestows the blessing of luck upon a soldier. Additionally, in accordance with tradition, special emphasis is placed on the promotion to Man-At-Arms. Soldiers who have been promoted to the rank of Man-At-Arms are given a set of golden spurs in recognition of their exceptional service. By this time it is expected that the soldier has garnered a nickname usually chosen by the Captain of the Cohort. Typically, soldiers are named in honour of their most embarrassing feats before becoming a Man-At-Arms. It is reasoned that it is a way of encouraging humility in such a prestigious force - however, it has been disputed that Rivian peasantry are simply rude people, and enjoy making cruel japes at others’ expenses. “Fides Gladio” Words of House Potte (c. 1850) While technically, the Cohort traces its history back to the Backwater Company of the Rivians and Arichsdorfers, it also borrows heavily from the traditions of the Imperial State Army’s Third Brigade. The Pottes of Rivia, being the bastard line as well as levy of House Galbraith, learnt the art of warfare from the esteemed Major Sir Robert Galbraith in the closing years of his life, and as such, the cohort follows the same Kaedreni discipline of the Galbraith-led Third Brigade. Punishments unique to the 2nd Cohort include the removal of the hands from horse thieves, and a short joust or round of fisticuffs to settle conflicts between soldiers - all of which are often heavily publicised among members of the cohort and used as a means of entertainment. Signed, Captain Montgomery Potte, 2nd Cohort of the Stallion

How often do you brush your teeth? Not trying to say anything but i feel like u the type of guy to have smelly breath

RP name: Montgomery "Pisspot" Potte MC name: Xocolataphobia What events do you wish to join?: Joust Are you willing to pay theentrance fee of 10 Mina?: Yes

"God I luv bein' a focken' Rivian," Pisspot grinned, hammering the Rivian banner into the cobble foundation of the Darkwood estate. "Luv me vah'count. Luv me King. 'Ate Daftwoods. 'Ate imps. Simple as, chaps."

Lord-Commander Montgomery "Pisspot" Potte promptly smacked the pie out of the large bannerman's hands. "Haven't ye had enuff already, fatarse?" He grumbles, spurring his steed onwards towards Providence to continue his enquiry into the murder.

A DECLARATION OF LOYALTY I, Sir Ezekiel Moores, Commander of the Swint's Guard, hereby declare King Frederick I as my rightful liege. The Swint's Guard has historically stood as the personal guard of the leaders of Oren, and as such, in a time of civil strife such as this, we hereby declare King Frederick I as the rightful heir to the throne. Alongside myself, Sir Solomon Obedia, Vice-Commander of the Swint's Guard, and Little Tony Helane, another member of the Swint's Guard, collectively pledge our allegiances to the rightful King of Oren. Henceforth, from today and forever onwards, let it be known that the Swint's Guard stands with King Frederick I. SIGNED, Sir Ezekiel Moores, Commander of the Swint's Guard, Knight of the Order of the Lion Sir Solomon Obedia, Vice-Commander of the Swint's Guard, Knight of the Order of the Lion Little Tony Helane, Member of the Swint's Guard

Sir Ezekiel sighed as the letter was presented to him. "No rest for the wicked," He remarked with a dry chuckle, setting aside the piece of parchment and rising from his seat.

A Grand Rivian Hunt The Viscount’s hounds pouncing upon a lone boar circa 1843 The House of Galbraith is pleased to announce the first grand hunt hosted within the surrounding grounds of the Castle Rivia. It is recommended that the hunter equip himself with his best longbow and arming sword for the foul beast in which the hunt is tracking will only require the most able and equipped of gentlemen to dispatch. Leading the Hunt, Lord-Commander of the Houseguard Montgomery Potte, will depart from the Castle Rivia heading towards the Viscounty’s hamlet to the West, from there the party shall begin to track the beast following its trail thereafter. Signed, The Rt Hon. Philip Rupert Archibald Galbraith, 2nd Viscount of Rivia, Deputy Secretary of Foreign Affairs The Hon. George Octavius Galbraith, 3rd Baron of Rivia, Heir to the Viscounty of Rivia Lord-Commander Montgomery Potte of the Rivian Household, Master of the Hunt, Leader of the Household Guard OOC:

He is a man-*****, and I am ashamed to say that I taught him how to be one.

Sir Ezekiel smiles at the news, "Alas... Only took decades of work."

"Me? Are you serious?" A young Sergeant Moores remarked, gesturing rudely in the direction of two officers of the Ministry of Justice with one hand, and reaching for his blade with the other, "I'm Ezekiel fuckin' Moores! You can't arrest Ezekiel Moores!" And so, the arrogant youth crept into the offices of the MoJ, carefully placing a well-chiseled bust of himself atop the desk of a certain detective, marking the start of a long and complex friendship with the man known as Sir Duncan, the infamous Sheep-Killer.

"Crispy Moores." "Toasty Harver." The two soldiers exchanged a cheeky glance, as they passed each other. There was no duo as fearsome as the bold grenadier and the fledgling royal guard, their exploits legendary. After all, no man had ever withstood the power of their combined might, especially when Ezekiel was armed with Richard's... arm. "And now, we are both broken men." Sir Ezekiel Moores chuckles, glancing at his golem arm.