PaleOmnivore390

Bro on god on god that’s wild no cap

[!] Throughout Richards hellish life the sweet Diana was the sun breaking the clouds in his life. She had kept him going in the lowest of his times and made them some of his highest. Diana had always been an interest of his and he was proud watching her grow into the woman she became. When she was sad, so was he, when she was happy, so was he. Diana was almost a daughter to Richard and she was in her mind as he died. He waited for her now in the land without life, sad she was gone from the world of the living, but happy she was reunited with those of the past.

He stood waiting, tater in hand, "Well look who fine'ly decided to join us!" he said laughing and crying all at once...

Well. I just. ahghhgh. oiashjd. F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k F**k. I just am not ready. God damn. Whyyyyyyyyy. Stop. Its a joke. NONONONONONO. 

Well ignoring the above playing alongside Diana probably was some of my first real RP. It was also some of the best. I have had so much fun playing with you anna. While I dont play anymore, this still hits harder than I was ready for. Miss you from the lotc grave, -Pale

(God there is so much more I feel like I have to say but just can't rn. This is wild)

Patata might have initially joined Rivia for the access it gave. But after the few short years spending time with the Viscount, he genuinely began to like the man. But he never really realized this until his disappearance. It would certainly be a different world without him.

[!]Goddamn I thought this legend would never die. I'm going to miss you wag (and Charles) you pretty much made my lotc career lol

Richard Harver looked upon the world as he watched Primrose. He may be the opposite of smart but he wasn't stupid. There was much doubt in his mind that fire could be the death of his friend.

Patata Bracciano read about the new crackdown with a frown. He took a long huff of his cigar “Well this timing is… unfortunate.”

[[RP]]
Full Name: Patata Bracciano
Years of Age: 20
Race: Human
Pedigree (Noble/Non-Noble): Non-Noble
Battlefield Experience: Experienced in street fights and light skirmishes 
Reason for Interest: An old "Arrangement" Keeps the Bracciano's sworn to the Rivia houshold

[[OOC]]
Username: PaleOmnivore390
Discord: PaleOmnivore390#5329

It was a cold day when Rhys walked into the hospital to find his fathers corpse. He froze and dropped to the ground silent. There he stayed before almost dreamily picking him up, his own father, and holding him stop his shoulder. And like that he stayed all the while back to the manor where Rhys finally put him to rest. Covers in his fathers blood, Rhys went to the tavern and began to drink. And he would almost never stop. The voices kept him company.

PK music

Waiting. That seemed to be all that Richard Harver did anymore. The Old Grenadier could see that the old days were gone. His comrades were fading away around him, one at a time. Those he once served with, were now almost all dead and gone and when walking through New Providence, he recognizes nearly no one. He was sad now, relying on the drink but he still was around. Why? The ISA was his home, his duty, and his reason to live. All that he had done in the past, from climbing onto the backs of orcs, or facing demons head on in the woods, he has done for the ISA.

Richard Had a troubled childhood, one even he cannot remember. All that was important to know of it though is that he was on his own. He had traveled from kingdom to kingdom, and settlement to settlement, until he came across Oren. He was quickly picked off the streets by an ISA capitan and quickly brought into the ranks of the ISA.

He was oathed in and trained with his new friend, Vladrick var Ruthern. He saw many soldiers grow with him and he saw many stories end and begin. He served a long service of over 60 years and throughout that time he had been beaten, battered, set alight, shot, stabbed, crushed, slashed, trampled, and blown up; all multiple times on many separate occasions. But despite this he always rose to fight another day.

Although even in the ISA Richard had fallen to many dark paths. He had been mentally tormented for too long and it took its toll. Anyone who had known him could see he was not right in his head. Though Richard had one comfort, his potatoes.

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It was a normal day in New Providence and Richard was patrolling the city when he came across a small group at the front gate. The group of four or so had gathered around a man in light armor explaining that his friend had gone missing. The group is made up of Richard, Dame Amelia, Valentina vas Ruthern, and lucius. They ventured out to around where the man had been reported missing behind providence. What met them there was a heavily armored man standing over a bloodied body.

The man turned around holding a spear covered in blood but that was the least of his concern. Richard nearly dropped his sword at the sight of the man in front of him. He had a helmet with only one eye hole in it. Richard only ever knew one man who would do that, and it was Vlad.

Richard regained himself, seeing as the others had not yet recognized Vlad he just pushed on. Knowing that would only get in their way. Knowing Vlad, Richard could see that blood had already been drawn and that the Ruthern was not looking to stop now.

Richard stepped forward and the skirmish began. Vlad had been the only man Richard had not been able to beat in combat, having drawn or lost all their playful encounters. But Richard was not all in this fight. This was real and one, or both, of them would not be leaving the battlefield alive. 

All Richard could think about was the nightmares he had been having for years. They all seemed to run together and now he saw those simple, insignificant dreams play out before his very eyes. Richard put it all together and already saw the end of the battle. He knew what would happen and it haunted him.

Then, being thrown from his thoughts he is knocked to the side along with Amelia, leaving Lucius on his own against Vlad. Richard blacked out but remembered what was soon to happen to poor Lucius. 

Richard awoke, covered in Lucius’s blood, before gathering his sword and standing again to face vlad. “Why’d ya do that ye’ bastard!” He cried out as he stood to face his comrade. He exchanged a few blows with him before Richard froze. What happened next, he already knew, so why fight it.

Vladrick raised his spear above his head, Richard threw his sword to the ground. Vladrick prepared to throw the spear at Richard. Richard took out a potato and looked at it. The sun began to rise as the spear sunk deep into Richard's chest, catching him straight in the center of his body. A tear left Richard's eye as he looked to his friend, then to the potato, then his friend once more.

“Vlad”

All the world seems to have gone quiet and the soft sound of Richard falling to his knees. He still observed the potato, thinking of all his brothers and sisters in arms he would soon be rejoining. He thought of the times with him, Vlad, Ezekiel, and others who changed his life. Who made his life. 

All was quiet and the only thing heard was Richard softly falling to his side, curled around the spear. The crunch of the grass seemed almost as loud as the armor clanking in defeat. The potato he was holding gently rolled out from his still hands and onto the field he lay slain on as the moon shone upon Richard one, last, time…

“A grenadier pushes their mind and body to their limits

A grenadier masters their emotions

A grenadier learns continuously

A grenadier never leaves a man behind

A grenadier leads

A grenadier never surrenders 

A grenadier makes the best of the worst situations

A grenadier knows their flaws as well as they know their strengths

A grenadier proves themselves through actions, not words”
 

Richard Harver froze in place. One of the few people that gave Richard a reason to exist was gone. The man who had helped shape Richard to who he was today was dead. Richard would drink out the bar before going to his barracks. Here he stayed as he thought of the fallen hero.

Rhys var Ruthern was happy to see that Georges company had been accepted. He would find a way to help them whether or not he could join.

Richard Harver laughed as he read the poster "An option I never considered! Likely for the best, but who knows. Good to see Vik out and about again"

Richard Harver would take a sip of vodka. He read over it as he tightened his arm to himself, readying for watching a training. “Those bastards can try cutting ears but shit with us and well cut their throats”

Richard Harver would give a quick little salute for his brigade and the Grenadiers "You have done us all justice with this one Vlad!"

Richard Harver would look over the new requirements for promotion, laughing at the 15 required years for Master sergeant as he had over twice the amount of time required.

Seargent Richard Harver had already seen the might of the enemy before. The legionaries were worthy advisory’s and deserved respect when plans would need to be drawn. But he also knew about their current lack of siege equipment and that providence was well armed with cannons for a very good reason.

Richard Harver would laugh “they tried but we stopped them. And well dam well do it again”

Richard Harver had no idea who this was but he pretended to anyways before his arm fell off while holding the note and it blew away.

Rhys var Ruthern would smile, ready to lead the Helsreach legion in the defense of their newfound allies.

The Socialist's Southern Hampshire would have its seeds planted. The Trotsky inspired America would soon rise.

Group Name: Socialist South Hampshire

Discord: PaleOmnivore390

Starting Point allocation: 2 Manpower 3 Weapons 5 supplies

Starting Location: Target on small coast in southern NH near lots of military basses

1450 Greenland Rd Ste 1, Greenland, NH 03840

Linder Tsecsar would see the poster and smile. He was exited to see his mother taking such steps. He would start to spread the word subliminally in order to help.

Richard Harver would nod as he heard the report "in my absence it seems we are still a powerful light of streangth lead by the most trusted men i know."

The same way Richard always got news from listening to nurses unconscious in his bed he caught wind of parts of the flier. In his mind he smiled but also felt enraged that he was stuck in bed.

Even though Richard was in a coma he overheard the nurses occasionally. It was mostly nonsense but when he put put together the pieces of Captain Viktoriya's story he wept inside. He thought "How could this happen!? Can't they see the wrong in their ways?"

Richard Harver would sit, cleaning his sword "they had it coming for them. we were minding our own busyness but no, you were mad and threw a tantrum. Guess well just teach you lesson after lesson."