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Name and Titles: Yvrien Affiliation: Caurost

"Oh praise the Emperor of his willing kindness," Berengerus compliments after reading the last few sections, a copy of the sheet in hand. In the barracks of Blackvale's keep mid-way cleaning his equipment. Though he takes no offense to partake in war, his heart is always for people. To those who cannot raise a blade. "Show the white banners dewi, and take Hadrian's merciful offer to surrender. Or rather you halfmen stick to that pride and dig yourselves deeper to that mountain? Make the right choice."

A robed mali'aheral came back to their temporary lodgings. A copy of a parchment was laid to a desk, their head turns briefly to unlock a dusting chest, something that weighed on their mind for a near century. Recent tidings caused profound loss of words, old as he remembers fighting alongside of the ancestors of these same valah who will scorch his homeland to ruin. "Asul lente karin'ento." An usher, the spark needed to momentum as Vylarr uncovers his hood. Eyes shown visible exhaustion and ware of distant repenting. Long treading since the last continent and here till now, revealing his stored Sillumir uniform and began to pack. It's time to return to service, to shield Larihei and her people.

Though LOTC will always have TPS issues, I think it's better for the server to remain as 1.8 pvp as is. On the past with 1.9 fighting it was one of the other issues that caused the spiking and problems which caused the server to occasionally disconnect when opposing parties met. Making large scale battles barely playable as we all had lag spikes to deal with. We'll fight in blob fights and the only skill in that is fleepers listening to their shotcallers to eat and swing. Not to mention it would take hours to complete.

Amidst the surprise counter, Berengerus was struck with a wild lance during the decisive charge upfront. Dazed and on the verge of succumbing death- The onward warcries of his allies stitched his broken will back together. After reclaiming footing, the Fleiver grabbed his dropped sword and fought back with same ferocity since the beginning. However, that was an etched memory soon to be forgotten. As the very same man was recovering back now in Grense. With wounds treated with ointments, and left alone to relax, was scribbling the finalized parts of his personal journal. "Druscans and remnants of bygone banners have one misconception of the formed Coalition. 'They naught run.' Win against the hive once and we shall bring a downpour of incursions with victories back. It's much as like a slope from here on then. If I had word of advice to say to that egotistical Lord of Ashford, is to surrender. Not a need to keep tearing into that husking morale of your people."

A young soldier who wears the Blackvale COA, practices swinging his blade for another evening. Preparing for the inevitable vassal war.

A soldier in the Imperium weeps a single tear, joyous and able to witness three generations of the Holy Imperial family. With a wipe of his sleeve, next he prays good health for the newborn.

Heliodor is relived for the thieves by taking away his prince's broken gamer chair that he refused to replace for a decade now. However, life is unfair and now he is sent out to search for the bad guys.

Somewhere within the Imperium barracks a sheet just like this, was thrown into a furnace where a soldier used it as fuel to to warm the stove for soup. Now that is more useful than rebellious ranting on wasted paper.

A Caurosian enjoys what remains in tea cup, next he was seen cutting away dead leaves and tends the flowerbed near his house. News of tensions raise from murmurs then spread to the confirmed official missive from his High Prince. The scenery transitions into a uniformed Vigil'ir draped of beautiful viridian cloth, within the barrack halls sallied forth in preparations of conflict. His head turns to nerved racked soldiers alongside, where then he reassures them and boosts their morale by a mere comment alone. "Ne longer shall we be victims their treachery without repercussions. Steady my brothers, I stand with you."

Name: Daladorän Affiliation: Burgundy Relevant Titles or Aliases: N/A