MisterBlitzkrieg

Xurug'Gorkil has another uruk read the missive for him due to the fact that he had never been bothered to learn how to read "Hrmmm. Xurug wil votar dawnh brudda, Mi flat Kul'Raguk fworh dah zpiritz." Xurug'Gorkil then prepeared his weaponry "Wargoth gib Xurug rewahrdz fur Kul'Raguk tuzkz."

The Death & Disowning of Kol Ragnarsson Mösu 4th of the Grand Harvest, 95 S.A Today, on the 4th of the Grand Harvest, a sudden revelation has come upon the House of Mösu: Kol Ragnarrsson Mösu has acted against his own blood in the unrightful and purposeful slander of his brother, Baron Björn. It was also discovered from a salt test during this disgraceful action that Kol Ragnarrson Mösu is a Darkspawn. Kol Ragnarrsson Mösu acted against GOD and was indoctrinated into the hordes of Iblees by becoming a vampire. It was clear what had to be done. Kol Ragnarrsson Mösu was to be disowned by the House of Mösu. Patriarch Björn Mösu formally disowned his brother in the Hanseti Gardens. The Baron later challenged Kol Mösu to an honor duel to clear his name from the slander and to dispatch of the Darkspawn that was his brother. The duel was set to occur in the ruins of Myrine, former capital of the defunct Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania. Various spectators gathered among the ruins that had been long abandoned, now bustling with those who had abandoned it. After a prolonged duel between the two, the victor was clear. Björn, Baron of Ciavola, stood victorious against the agent of Iblees, puncturing Kol’s heart with an aurum spear, which left his twisted body and soul lifeless on the ground. It is hereby decreed that Kol Ragnarrson Mösu is disowned by the House of Mösu. If he returns by means of necromancy or other forms of heresy, then he shall be put to death via the destruction of his heart, followed by a swift cremation. Kol Ragnarrsson Mösu holds no claims to any titles, estate or money for which he was previously in line to inherit, in accordance with the disownment. _________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Baron of Ciavola, Head of House Mösu, CEO of The Mösu Corporation & Protector of Almar, Elder of House Mösu,

They are deader then rocks

Do you remember?

Might as well just ban everyone who lives inside of the commonwealth

"Didn't know we were in an alliance with the dwarves and Haeseni." Björn comments to himself as he reads the rest of the missive, a smile growing upon his face as he reads the demands that have been given to the Rex and the Horde "But most importantly, I will be able to cross swords with the Jindle scum and take their arms as revenge for taking mine." He then threw the missive to the side, shouting AVE BALIAN before he returned to trying to sell the goods he had in his merchant stall

Björn Ragnarrsson Mösu would read over the missive sent into Norland by the family Jindle, having found said missive on the road to Haense after the wind had freed it from whatever nail pinned it to a notice board before having blown it into that direction. Once he finished reading he thought for abit, scratching his chin as he did so. He had never heard of these Jindles up until now although he had seen the heads of some mounted outside the walls of Alisgard when he had passed through from time to time but the Jindles seemed to see Norland as an enemy or rival. Perhaps they were just trying to copy the same success as the northmen raiders which raided Norland a few years ago had or maybe they had a deeper reason and motive? He couldn't know for sure but what he did know is that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. He there after threw the missive to the side as he rode off to Haense.

"Back to where we started. The servants and peers of someone else rather than ourselves." He let out a sigh and thought to himself for a brief moment about how the future would look for him and his people while a journal lay in front of him with ink on the side. Perhaps it was not all bad? It certainly could not get worse than what it had been after their exodus from Myrine and up until their vassalization. "Either way we shall stay and serve. For me, my folk and Balian." He said out loud to himself before he proceeded to dip his feather in ink, preparing to write in his own journal about the events so far and the future.

21 and muscular corcitura who grew up with no father figure (his father died of illness while being insane) who wants to become the greatest and most powerful (obsessed with it) no matter the cost (he willing to do everything to reach dah goal) alongside revenge against those who wronged his family.

Creating rp? Never heard of him

NAME: Björn Ragnarrsson Mösu HORSE NAME: Tipicus COMPANY NAME: House Mösu

A horse for every new player may fix the problem but will also crash the economy surrounding horses. Those who buy and sell horses will be useless in every sense because everyone starts (new players) with a horse. The only way they would go onto make income via selling horses is if a person is killed in PVP and forgot to soul bind their horse whistle

"I wonder if I can gain the favour of any married women." Björn thought to himself as he read the missive and document on how one should joust honorably and fairly

LESS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TOURNEY TIME

"So many events almost packed ontop of eachother." Björn Ragnarrsson Mösu sighed as he fiddled with his hair while reading the invitation, deep in thought as he wondered if he would even be able to attend due to him having his own event a Father's hour before to attend to "Guess we'll have to wait and see if I will be able to attend." He remarked as he marked the day in his calender and putting the invitation in a drawer

Björn Ragnarrsson Mösu read the missive from within the mösu manor in the hot and somewhat diverse climate of the south after it having found itself to him and taking his attention of the various letters and journals his father, Ragnarr Mösu "Barbarossa", had left him "Seems like my father and kinsmen weren't the only ones that were tired of Norland." - "Perhaps I can finally fufill the oath I made to him..." He remarked in a mumbling manner to himself before returning to read his fathers journals and letters, finding a letter that was supposed to be sent to some Hyspian woman in Oren.

"I scared off a Dwarf with my mere presence and wooden sword!" The small Björn exclaimed to the survivors of the raid as he stood on a barrel, showing his wooden sword to those who were willing to watch as he boasted about his bravery and might. Although the truth was that the child was near pissing himself in fear and almost got kidnapped if it was not for the mere fact that people were entering the streets once again and thus scared away the NATO raider.

[!] The following message has been nailed onto every notice board in Norland & It's Vassals A Song of Exodus _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Mösu Shall no Longer Obey To A Kingdom That is in Decay. We shall neither Stand nor Fight For What They Believe is Right. For Only A Fool Would Follow When Injustice & Humiliation is All He Has Been Bestowed, When Justice, Gifts & Glory Is What They Are Owed. A Kingdom Defended By A Fool’s Folly, A Kingdom Left Blinded To The Enemy Rally, A Kingdom's Pride In All Its Glory, Its End Shall Be Gory. What I’m about to say is not meant to make you beg for us to stay nor beg for forgiveness. For you are the choosers of your own fate and actions. But I want you to know how you have behaved towards me and my Clan… And How we have treated you. For years now, me & my clan have been subject to unjust treatment and humiliation from those we would once consider brothers and sisters, comrades who we fought and bled next to in a shieldwall, even risked our own necks and skin to save when their footing faltered and their end seemed near. When we have been the ones to first answer the call to arms in defense of Norland and been those that showed up in even greater numbers then sworn vassals and barons of Norland! Hel, Not even the Ashguard managed to surpass us in numbers! So dare not say that we have not done our fair share, our right, our duty as Highlanders & Norlanders. We have bled and toiled just like you all. If you’ve got scars and believe you have bled and toiled more for our North, then Strip and show them to us! We’ll show you ours! There is no part on our bodies that is not marked with a wound. Our bodies are covered in scars from every weapon you can think of! Swords, Arrows, Spears, Clubs, Stones… All of them sustained for Norland! In defense of your kin & friends! But yet they Dishonor, Humiliate, act out unjust punishment for things some of us have already been justly punished for when honor, land, titles and gifts are what we are owed… They stab us in the back over and over again like the treacherous courtiers in empires of old, Bite our ankles like a poisonous snake when we are not aware. We demanded justice for all the times where we were wronged and we received none. We asked for what we were owed in return for all the blood we have spilled and lost for Norland and received nothing. We asked to be recognised as an official clan of Norland and yet there is no such decree. A man can only be stabbed in the back a few times before he grows a pair of eyes in the back of his head. Henceforth I, Sir Ragnarr Mösu “Barbarossa”, Aesir of Aesirs in Redclyf, Chieftain of the Mösu clan and among the first knights of Norland, and the Mösu Clan shall no longer exist under the banner of Norland nor be in the service of the King & Ashguard for only a fool would do so after having experienced what we have. If there is still any Mösu's in the Ashguard then this is their letter of Resignation from it. So Join Friends & Folk who Have Seen Norland’s Wrongs, Let us set Sail and Sing Songs. Let the Northern Winds take our Ships South, As We escape Norland’s Bad word-of-mouth. To a Distant Land That Is Hot & Warm, Yet Friendly & Does not Thorn. Our Song of Exodus, Shall even be Sung by Regulus. Signed, Rangarr Mösu “Barbarossa”, Aesir of Aesirs, Chieftain of Clan Mösu & Knight of Norland

Ragnarr would read the details of the event carefully, so that he would be well informed of all that he needed to know before grabbing a feather and ink to sign up Name(Persona): Ragnarr Mösu "Barbarossa" Username: MisterBlitzkrieg Persona age: 45 Nationality: Highlander/Norlander Do you have a horse: Yes

Sir Ragnarr would be silently sitting infront of the firepit watching the flames dancing around in it's little domain of the Ashguard dinning hall in the barracks as he listened to the news being told to him although he did not give a single thought to it for he was busy thinking and pondering over what he had seen... Having been inflicted by the side effects of the Crimson Rain or Red Rain as some call it, seeing things that would've shaken even the bravest man to his core.