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The Old Loyal Guardsman [Spoiler: Music ] -Portrait of Lieutenant Tancred Krüger- The bells of the imperial capital chimed as they often did, Tancred inspected his guardsman at the gate as was his routine as the Old officer of the imperial guard, though he didn't know it would be his last thing he'd do. Tancred Krüger was never well liked amongst most the populace of the empire but in the end, the old imperial always did his job regardless of how unorthodox it was he always did his job. Tancred Küruger, founding member of the Reiksguard, stuck through its rise and decline, guarding and protecting the empire he fought to see rise from a once Duchy and then Kingdom of Burgundy and then Empire of Man, having served 3 Emperors and Lord marshals. The man's loyalty was never questioned, especially after his actions to protect the former Emperor Hadrian. Tancred's loyaltys kept him him forever loyal to the Imperial Reiksguard, some would say over zealous in his duties but thats what made Tancred Krüger, an old loyal zealous man with many faults but alot of the public of the empire didnt know of his actions and duties to the imperial family and empire in the background, the man never boasted of his accomplishments only of his undying loyalty to his nation In the end, Tancred did what he said he would do: die on his own terms, loyal to his empire until death, even though it was over pride that got the better of him and evidently led to his death. The man always ensured order was maintained when he could, regardless of what ever over entitled nobel or privileged individuals disagreed with him. Now Tancred Krüger may rest, be it in peace or not, he has officially retired 6ft below a grave monument in front of his old home, the Old Barracks of Rittersburg, his only true home. It is quoted the Old Loyal Guardsman last words were “ I lived a long life, iv seen kingdoms rise and fall, emperors crowned and given funeral. I care not for those who rejoice or those who feel pity or sadness over my death. For I know what I did in my service that brought the empire to where it is today, though be it minimal in contribution in comparison to those who hold high title and blood, but at least I am going out in my own way as I intended, in combat, but at least I died not a craven though many of the people of this empire and beyond will call me such still even in death. I hope that my contributions and legacy to the reiksguard and imperial family will be remembered, as founding father to such a guard and loyal subject to the imperial family and my comrades in arms…. Ave Imperium and Wes Thu Hal… got mit uns”

A certain guardsman reads the missive " I love my fans" remarked the guardsman

The old sergeant of the Empire read the warrant " What did I say... hmmm" the sergeant would make sure this poster was placed in the guard house and barracks " One who breaks his oaths is only as good as dead, but this deserter was a dead man walking when he left the guard"

An imperial guard sergeant took a toll of those losses after the battle " Only 300 loses, can't say the same for the 700 dwarves we killed" hed state setting the ledger down as he wrote his after action report " At least we showed up to fight and not hide behind some gates singing drunken songs, I wonder if they will ever decide to leave thier cave and actually fight us instead of kidnapping woman and children on the roads" hed pause as he thought then " thats asking for to much" the sergeant would finish his action report to the armories to clean his gear.

Tancred would read the missive from his office in the barracks, the sergeant of the imperial guard would sigh looking out into the courtyard of training guardsman " we all took Oaths upon our enlistments, but sometimes personal morals get the better of us, iv known Redgar and Khaleed since the early formation of this guard and they wouldn't do something unless absolutely necessary... there are diffrent ways to leave then desertion, but they have thier reasons"

Why are you so old

RP: Alasdair Name: Alasdair Age: 25 Race: Human Reason for Enlisting: for god, for canondom, for humanity Past Experience (if any): Hunter of heretic soldiers of war, served as an inquisitor OOC: canadmatt MC Name: canadmatt Discord Tag:10matthewc9

A Thesis on Temperance -An Order of the Grail squire praying- With the flock of Canon coming to peace once and for all, I see this thesis as necessary for reflection, knowledge, and faith. I reflect on these past years of unfortunate war and how the flock can learn from this and how many question the Lord God and his most holy ambassadors of the Curia, not just from the former Horenic Covenant but also from those who pledge their ties to the Pontifically realm. I recite the first Canticle of Temperance: “ 1. Lo and Attend, for I am the Lord God, and I am in the foremost part of Heaven.” To this, I say, why question the will of our Lord, and why question our most Holy ambassadors of the Curia. “ 2. Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, my word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot.” This line reflects much of the state of our realm now, the spring flower representing the ways of old, the fruit of the tree being those of the faith whom lost their ways failing and falling from the good graces of our lord, and those who stay faithful and true loyaltys to the lord god shall not fall like those who lost faith. “ 5. And as I made for you the worldly pleasures, so have I made the pleasure of the spirit, and love of the husband and wife.” This line should be greatly taken by the former people of the Covenant, for the Lord God granted your former rulers the divine right of their station and the people their spirits, who were they to question God and his Holy representatives to fall to the Sin of Greed and forsake what God created and granted them. Such is referenced in lines 7 - 8 “ 7. For I have given to you the pleasures of the world and they shall comfort you in the theater of virtue, 8. You shall take them carefully and shall not become a creature of worldly indulgence as the beast of the earth.” Take these words to mind, open thy heart to our lord and his holy representatives, fall not into temptation, let thy soul learn Temperance and be good to thy neighbour and family. Order of the Grail Squire Laurens Lucien Halcourt

The Last Loyal Crow -Anton Kazimar Ludovar-The Last Loyal Marian The Morning was frigid, the grass still filled with the morning dew and the streets still littered with puddles from a recent rainfall, a slight mist or fog hovered along the streets of Haense, as the Marian Squire did his daily patrols of the city. It was then he was stopped by his brother Robert, his brother confronted him to bring him prisoner to Norland to face Justice for a crime that was not a crime in the eyes on the Marian Squire, that crime being killing of Child soldiers who aided in the attempted capture of a hasense citizen. The Marian squire denied the request to come peacefully, he would come to quietly by the demands of traitors, so he drew his warhammer and as he did so a company of Othaman led by Istvan of Haense came from the Brotherhood Court yard leading to a Last stand of the Marian Squire “ I will not go quietly I will not surrender to a horde of traitors” Yelled the squire as he fought with a ferocity that complemented his dedication to his nation and his duty as a Marian. But it was all for nothing, the squire was outnumbered and lost the battle. Then he was thrown atop Istvan’s horse accompanied by two Othamans riding not to Norland but to Solgrad to face justice. Later as he awoke the Marian Squire awoke to be surrounded by Norns of Solgrad and Saint Raguel, the Squire was held by Istvan as they all conversed, then did the Norn Dragomir spoke “This was remarkably swift Laird” then another norn Haakon commented on the matter “ Surprisingly fast I must say lord Istvan” the Marian squire then spoke “ You betray your nation, the lot of you are traitors!” he yelled to be interjected by Istvan “It was not me who betrayed by nation, but my nation whom betrayed me” the squire then went quite as everything settled in realising what Istvan ment, truly loyaltys have been disregarded and this was a matter to kill those loyal to the Nation “ I die knowing I defended my nation” hed state to Saint Raguel as the saint was to give him his last rites “I die knowing that those I called my brothers, comrades and my King betrayed its people for Self preservation like the cowards they are” the Saint then asked “ and your confession?” the squire thought on his response then spoke up “ The only confession I have is that I should of stayed out of this bloody war if I knew I was surrounded by traitors”. Dragomir then dragged the Marian squire towards the chopping block where he was tossed down when he heard one of the Norn say to Istvan “ Safe travels and god bless Crows” a small bit of silence filled frozen Norn air then Istavn spoke “ Do not thank me norn, and I am not a Crow, not anymore” Anton the Marian squire then raised his head from the block “ My blood is on your hands Traitor”. After Istavna and his company left, for several torturous minutes was the Marian squire tortured and blood-eagled by the Norns to appease their god, much like the sacrificial Lamb, continuous chants echoed in the frigid Norland air the Squire slightly conscious barely clinging onto life as they did their ceremony, until they stopped to make a speech, one that the squire did not intent on listening on as he crept at the door of death, he would think to himself why would his Nation betray him, for what cost. Once the chants and speeches ceased from the Norns, the squire, with several gasps of air as he struggled to get words out, slowly spoke one last line of patriotism “ Krusae Zwy Koengzem”. And with that that was the end of Anton Kazimar Ludovar, Marian squire and the Last Loyal Crow. im not good at writing posts so thats what I got

Published on the 14th of The Deep Cold For months now, the false Horenic Covenant has waged war against the Church of Canon based on futile allegations. Earlier this day, the people of Haenseti-Ruska captured an Uruk and brought him back to their city. At once, the host of the Church rallied their forces and scaled the treacherous walls of Valdev. Once inside, the Uruk was rescued with his fellow Urukim chanting “NO ORC LEFT BEHIND.” Indeed, no Orc left behind. Yet Haense left their own behind. The Church captured any who raised weapons against her. Many were smart and surrendered. Anton Kazimar Ludovar was guarding the gates of Valdev, yet no one answered his call. He was taken to the White City of Numenost where a declaration was written… I, Anton Kazimar Ludovar, do declare the following: I formally DENOUNCE the Horenic Covenant and the false lies it stands for. I refuse to fight for her baseless claims and I will lay my arms down this entire war and will stay out of the conflicts. SIGNED, Anton Kazimar Ludovar "Zwy was drawn tiz nie intention va caezk supae"

LEGO CITY HERE I COME

The Automaton Bulwark stood victorious driving many of the darkspawn to route and sending many more with scars and fears of death, the town may of been destroyed but many lives were saved and many darkspawn not satisfied

Bulwark the automaton would read the declaration then saying " LEAD ME TO THE SALUGHTER "

An automaton approached the table observing the contract, after reading the contract the automaton struggled to grab the quil and decided to put its first into the ink then stamping its fist print onto the contract. " statement: this unit dose not need a contract to kill darkdpawn"

Diedrik Ludovar would set down the paper as he looked upon the streets of Valdev remarking " Not only is this Bon'ox a pagen, and carven who would speaks ill upon a dead man who has more courage and honor this this... thing" hed say resting a hand on the pommel of his sword "if the craven shows itself in these streets, then swift judgment to this honorless creature."

Laurens Halcourt would read the book or at least try his best " Thats alot of words.... maybe ill read it later, theres no pictures..."

FULL NAME: Adrian John Novellen Huntshill AGE: 100 RACE: human PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: Son's of Petra footman, pre petran civil war METHOD OF CONTACT: 10matthewc9

A JOUST OF MIGHT 1972 — PRINCEPS IN OMNIBVS First in All Things — FOREWORD & INTRODUCTION The House of Halcourt Formerly invites all to take part in a Jousting tournament within its lands. It has been quite some time since the Kingdom has held such festivities and with the new generation coming of age, we find it fitting to host an event where they may show off their skills in the well known sport. It is encouraged that participants wear colours representing their noble houses to show pride. INVITATIONS To the Peerage of the Apostolic Kingdom of Aaun, His Royal Majesty, John I, King of Aaun and his noble pedigree His Highness, Johannes Lothar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Diexmont de Rosius, Marchioness of Haute-Epine and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Krzysztof Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Léon Henri Haverlock, Count of Talentine and his noble pedigree. His Lordship, Henri de Lewes, Baron of Virdain and his noble pedigree. His Lordship, Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza and his noble pedigree. To the Peerage of the Principality of Reinmar, His Royal Highness, Alfred I, Prince in Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Leon II, Prince in Reinmar and his noble pedigree Her Royal Highness, Adalfrede von Hexenwald, Princess of Minitz His Grace, Gottfried von Kanunsberg, Duke of Kanunsberg and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Gregor von Langenkirch, Baron of Langenkirch, and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Roland von Wesenburg, Baron of Wesenburg, and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship Frederica, Baroness of Sigradz Final invitations are sent to friends of the family, Her Ladyship, Theodosya von Augusten, Viscountess-Consort of Azor Her Ladyship, Nikoletta Colborn Her Ladyship, Olenna Haverlock His Lordship, Lorand Korvacz Captain, Jan Nowak Boon and Bane Chono and Renault 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 | April 14th Halcourt Joust | 4:00pm est 📍 Castle Montresor, Aaun Heinrich Von Kretzen , Formerly Victor Halcourt Her Ladyship, Adelheid Klara, Lady of Castle Montresor

"I guess I didnt get an invite?" shurgged Heinrich formerly victor halcourt.

Victor gasped as he read the event letter happy to see the event would happen but upset he was not mentioned in its creation when he was the person who suggested the idea of this event in stran " I need to speak to charles, this is so not cool" remarked the boy

a certain automaton of the order would shake his head " Statement: You are cured now and no longer a fifthly heretic creature, show gratefulness for it is gods will, Descendants are to emotional"

ANOTHER Wordsmith legendary poem and ANOTHER legendary Maple song

"How dose one man have more strength and courage and honor then an army of eight nations!" says Uthred ap Easworth "TRULY outstanding"

The Last Stand of Aleksei Godunov [MUSIC] The sun was setting over the Aveos Skies, the skies stormy and the winds blew violently, but that did not stop Aleksei Godunov the orderman of the Brotherhood of Saint Jude from keeping his post at the Temple of the Exalted Prophets of the Canon. Something was coming, that much he knew- The Undead that had appeared two nights prior was no mindless haunt, it was there with a purpose, and though it was driven off, it did not die. So it was that Aleksei , Sister Alrisha, and Head-Confessor Galadain watched the Temple, guarding a congregation as prayer was given, and the storm raged without. Thud! Thud..! Thud…! The bangs against the door came like the sounding of the thundering storm- Hammering against those heavy oaken doors. After the third, a log which had been used as a battering ram lived true to its name, and battered down the door. With that, hell poured through… Armoured giants- And many more of them than there were ordermen, clad in ring-maille and furs, like the Marauders of legend, and Marauders they were, and at their head, standing taller than them all, a corpse clad in the masked helm of a King. Shouts were bellowed- Answered with defiant prayers from the congregation, which in turn saw axes and spears fly towards the Ordermen, who assumed a shield wall to defend that most sacred temple. And with that, the battle had begun. Aleksei Godunov drew his ranseur out observing the hellish sight that was in front of him and with that the Orderman called out “And to who do you think you are to enter this holy site with weapons drawn, if you remain you will face Holy Judgment” Jormunharr would respond to the orderman with an icy croaked voice “We will clean our blades with your blood, for you will be sacrificed to Iblees, Warriors of cannon” Aleksei Godunov then entered combat firing spikes of ice from his ranseur towards the undead but with no effect, the outcome was unexpected and the Orderman having one job to defend the church, the Godunov then lept into action rushing towards Verðingarr 'Chiefkiller', a fears battle ensued between the mighty warriors of two faiths, Aleksei relentlessly throwing blow after blow towards the Chiefkiller, wounding the man several times. Then the Chiefkiller unexpectedly tricked the Orderman with a fake attack that seemed to go towards the helm of the Godunov yet in fact the blade pierced through the chainmail of Aleksei’s Ankle. And seeing the wounded man the Chiefkiller ran cowering towards the alter to escape the crazy ordermans relentless attacks, but this did not deter the brave Orderman of Saint Jude, Aleksei took this chance to throw a Will’o’ bottle towards the alter The Chiefkiller hid behind, setting it ablaze and blasting the warrior back, into the priest's chair. Aleksei Godunov assumed the warrior's death but he was wrong, the Chiefkiller called the Godunov back to fight “Boy….come here and fight me, you are not done yet… Ill bring your death” Aleksei then turned to face down the warrior again, but the warrior had no honour and threw ash from the burning alter at the Godunov's face blinding him and sending him tumbling down three steps that led up to the alter, he rubbed his eyes to clear his vision barely being able to see until suddenly the Chiefkiller jumped with blade swing yelling " Till Nargrindheim ” the Godunov in panic raised the Ranseur whilst he layed on the ground and a gruesome sound was made as the Chiefkiller Gasped as the Godunovs Ranseur drove through him, killing the warrior and avenging whatever chief was killed by the Chiefkiller. Though the Godunov was not unharmed the Chiefkiller’s blade did strike him, slashing the Godunov's exposed face leaving him with a bloody scar along the left side of his face, blinding him in one eye. Aleksei Godunov stood up retrieving his ranseur from the corpse and looking out to the horror of the battle, Order of Saint jude warriors were being cut down and brutalized but that did nothing but fuel the Godunov battle spirit, Aleksei Godunov moved with anger towards the Orc Marauder that was attacking sister Alrisha, though he did not land a blow on the orc, he gave enough time to Alrisha to strike the orc once…. But not enough to save her so he thought, Aleksei Godunov then looked to his right seeing the Head-Confessor Galadin being brutally attacked by the Undead Chieften of these Marauder named Jormunharr, so the Godunov lept into the scene thrusting his ranseur towards the chest of Jormunharr doing nothing but dent his scaly plate, Aleksei then yelled out “FACE MY HOLY JUDGEMENT” then bringing a swing of his ranseurs axeblade to Jormunharr’s neck, only gashing the undead mans body, but it was not enough, Galadin was knocked unconscious and the Marauders closed in on Aleksei, [MUSIC] Aleksei was without choice as he looked right he could see the warrior Jurkha attempting to come to his aid but it was too late, Aleksei was surrounded, he cut away at Jormunharr’s leg severing the bottom, he yelled out a battle cry grabbing onto another warriors helmet eye slits and sent a blow of his ranseurs blade like a dagger towards his gut, but it was slashed away, and Aleksei took a club to his shoulder twice breaking it Aleksei Godunov was exhausted and wounded and as he held his last stand he said a prayer yelling for all nearby to hear “The lord ruleth me, I’ll not want. He makes me down to lie, in pastures green: he leadeth me, the quiet waters by.” Aleksei’s words were interrupted as the Marauder he failed to attack impaled his axe into the side of him and another axe into his other shoulder, Aleksei dropped to his knees then finished his prayer “For.. Though I should walk…. In the valley of the shadow… of death, I will fear no evil. Thy Rod and Thy Staff, they hath been a comfort to me” Aleksei Took one more blow to his torso impaling his lung, Aleksei through his breath weak blood trickled as he coughed THEN as if almost things went slow for Aleksei The Orderman of Saint jude slowly observed the chaos that ensued, did he fight well? He questioned himself, “did I let my comrades down, did I let my family down or has all my work been for not, I never got to see peace, but the War is over for me, the mission complete and the nightmares over” Everything then went black for Aleksei as the finishing blow was given OOC note

Westmark Road *Battle of Westmark* Written By Aleksei Godunov to remember the accounts of the battle of Westmark through song (OOC NOTE: LISTEN to the song it makes it better) (Stirling Brig) Down by WestMark, The Veletzens lay in hiding waiting, As the Coalition host, From the south came riding, Loudly came marching Forth, 'Between them Both was roaring, Rumbling at both sides, On the roads of Westmark. Watching from the the woods, The Veletzens and the Ferry, As the Coalition came, With the Captain Banjo, Own by Own they crossed, Oh the Tunnel was rumbling, As they onward came, On the road of Westmark The Captain-General gave a shout, Out his men came rideing, Stubbed the Coalition host, At the roads of Westmark, Aleksander turned round, The Tunnel was cramped and crowded, Veletz chased down, On the road of Westmark. All the Coalition men, Ran into each other, None could turn about, None could go much further, Some fell off their horse, In the fields were slaughtered, Some were left to die, On the roads of Westmark. Alexander he was wild, Couldn’t stay in the tunnel, Wished with all his might, That the tunnel was bigger, Then he rode away, Loud the man was cursing, He'd lost all his men, And the road of Westmark.