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Penned on 1942, on the 3rd of Snows Maiden The Savoyardic weapon, known as Gloire Drusque, doth stands as the ancestral sword of House Ashford de Rouen. It was crafted upon the distant shores of Almaris, wrought of the renowned Carbarum. Few souls in this realm have been granted the fortune to gaze upon such a peerless metal during their mortal sojourn, for it is the scarcest substance attainable by the hand of man. T’was Lucien de Rouen and Andrezj Ivanovich who did conceive the notion of creating the idea of this weapon. After the lamentable demise of the Bold Blue, it’s formidable spires remained abandoned, beset by the ravages of neglect. With nothing but twine, a pair of study steeds, and unwavering determination, they undertook the arduous endeavor of conveying the Carbarum spike onwards to the keep in the north. Plans were made and the spike was handed off to a group who then took up the responsibility of creating this weapon. It was no easy task. A portrait of Lucien I, the ancestral blade in hand. Years of relentless scholarship passed, with kinfolk beseeching far and wide for intel and aid in the forgery. The undertaking appeared near impossible, akin to a myth; a fairytale. However, in the fullness of time, they did at last accomplish their mission, transmuting the formidable spike into resplendent ingots, which were shared amongst the group. A select few of these ingots went towards the creation of the Ancestral Blade, Gloire Drusque. From then, it was handed off to House de Rouen. With the weapon, Lucien and his men carried Duke Heinrik to victory alongside his comrades during the battles of Heinriks Rebellion. It proved true on the battlefield, and was the greatest fear in the enemy’s eyes. Lucien I hath penned a scroll, wherein lies the ancient customs of the weapon, destined to be enacted upon his departure from the noble mantle of Marquis or upon his mortal passing. This legacy shall persist for each generation henceforth: "Gloire Drusque, a blade of our noble ancestry, shall bequeath itself unto the next scion of House Ashford de Rouen who embodies the strength of a lion and the martial expertise of a true warrior. Should no soul emerge worthy to bear this blade's mantle, it shall endure in exile, ever vigilant, awaiting the arrival of a rightful heir. -- Whosoever brandishes this noble blade shall be accorded a reverence nearly akin to that bestowed upon the lord of our house. They shall bear the solemn responsibility of maintaining the weapon in impeccable state, and to employ it judiciously, smiting foes only within the bounds of honorable intent, for it is anointed with sacred purpose."

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After reading the letter, the Ashford would think back to his earlier days in Petra, when he slandered the same Baliantes who had treated the Verbants with derision. He would show his former squire, Adelric, the missive, a smile presented on his features. @MRCHENN

Ok!

Lucien would begin milking his cows and illegally selling jars of sweet milk from his Numendil barn.

Lucien would read over the missive. He'd give a nod of approval before tossing it into the fireplace.

Markus Mudd's legs had given up on him, despite his desire to get to the pub. He laments his former days as he sits in his retirement home.

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just make fast travels and its like a little shrine where monks ascend u to ct lolol

Sigh

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deadass do you just hate me

can i eat it