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The outcry for a rematch between Coalition and Veletz is palpable, echoing through the halls of competitive gaming forums and social media platforms. Fans clamor, their voices united in frustration, “This is absolutely not right! We demand a rematch between Coalition and Veletz!” The match in question, rife with controversial calls and unexpected gameplay twists, has left a bitter taste in the mouths of spectators. They argue that fairness and sportsmanship have been compromised, and only a proper rematch can settle the score. The fervor of the fans is not just about the game; it’s about the integrity of the competition, the honor of the players, and the very spirit of the sport. As the debate rages on, one thing is clear: this isn’t just a game to them—it’s a passion, a calling, and they won’t rest until justice is served on the digital battlefield.

“Coinage,” the newly anointed Grand Prizak rumbled, his visage obscured by the scant light of the grand hall, his arms entwined in a display of solemn authority.

With a heavy heart, Sir Rurik bows his head in a final farewell to his fallen comrade. The chamber echoes with the silence of mourning as he rises to his feet, steeling himself to carry on in a world forever changed by the loss of Sir Andrik, his loyal friend.

wheres my appreciation too for switching up 😅

Sir Rurik also gave the knight's pamphlet a thumbs up.

The Brezwyck Knight finally savored his first drink of the night, victorious in the impromptu tournament against the Marshal, the Prince, and others.

In a solemn act of reverence, Sir Rurik meticulously arranged the lifeless body of Ser Leutwin, invoking the sacred sign of the cross as a whispered prayer escaped his lips. "We am all but pawns in this merciless war, and Y, am mere player." he intoned, gently closing the fallen Barclay's orbs with a touch of profound respect.
 

Having paid his respects, Sir Rurik utilized the retrieved keys to unlock the doors of Minitz, making his quiet exit from the city. Upon his return to Veletz, a sense of duty compelled him to pen a missive addressed to Cardinal Matthias, detailing the events that had transpired. Each stroke of the quill carried the weight of a somber tale, a narrative of  the hallowed duty conveying the departure of the fallen Ritter.

 

Sir Rurik would love to hunt some boars!

9 minutes ago, poki said:

"Solid work." Hummed 'Sir' Andrik to Rurik as he marched back to their lands.

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"Heh." 'Sir' Rurik the Bastard Knight chuckled to 'Sir' Andrik the Bad Boy

Returning to Veletz after relieving a Haenseni of their possessions, a smirk played on The Prizak's lips as he chuckled, "What in the propaganda? No nun was harmed. You may label us scoundrels or bandits, but we would not lay our hands on a nun." His expression shifted to anger, and his voice grew gruff, "Believe me when I tell you, I could have captured your cardinals a few saint's nights ago, but we refrained. We have honor." 
 

"Be grateful, or I will personally apprehend each one of you."

Sir Rurik Brezwyck the Bastard Knight

 

I appreciate for the comments and upvote guys. I will upload it on spotify and soundcloud after I get my first st signed weapon. Stay tuned.

This will be my persona with my first ST signed weapon.

thank you creamynoteblock (can i have your boomsteel?)

3 minutes ago, Child Neglecter said:

SWA [spooks with attitude] ltd would like to reach out to you for a record deal

Me and my good friend @pokisigned ourselves to our own label, sorry. Do you have ST-Signed weapon to sell though?

thank you guys for the comment, i hope i get my st weapon soon 🙏🏿

Hey LARPers / LARPettes! 🌟🎮 Searching for a cool ST-signed weapon, specifically eyeing a lunarite dagger/sword and some frost salt. 🌙❄️ Drop your offer in this thread, let's make a deal! 🧂🌝

💰💎 Ready to swap my netherite ingots or maybe some mina. 🌐🛡️
🔍👀 Willing to trade my netherite ingots for other cool ST-signed item! 🏰👑

🔄🔥 Let's spice up this trade! 🌶️🤝
🧙🏿🤑Serious Inquiries only. 🅱️🆘

35 minutes ago, Radzig said:

Fyodor Kovachev leans upon the cobble remains of the Northern Post. Rychwald stretched to the banks of the Veletzian countryside, the Knight peering beyond to the city of Winbrugh. His pike rested on the remains of what seemed to be a bell tower, now covered in moss and the remains of many years. An orange and red banner sat slung upon his shoulder. He peered towards the smoldering fire, now mere clouds of smoke which would billow and illuminate the befouled night sky. 

"We will remain, Brezwyck. GOD help any who infringe upon such." He'd mutter to the Prizak at his flank.

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Sir Rupert Brezwyck planted his battle-axe's head onto the ground, the solemn act symbolizing a moment of reflection and contemplation, "Verily, Fyodor. Should any miscreant dare to sunder that which we hold dear, may the Almighty above grant them His mercy, for they shall face the righteous fury of our order." The Prizak declared as he stood, leaning toward the handle of the axe, watching the blazing ashes ascend into the sky of Veletz.

this joint fye fo real 💯🔥

Sir Rupert, battle-scarred and fatigued, stood amidst the aftermath of the Battle of Westmark. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the echoes of conflict. "AVE VELETZ!" The knight roared, rallying his comrades.
 

 
@poki

Sir Rupert placed his hands upon his hips, gazing into the distance, anticipating the arrival of any allied army "Eight nations have forged an alliance against us, and yet, in the face of peril befalling the monarch of their confederate realm, none have ventured forth to offer succor." The Knight shook his head sideways for a brief moment, his disappointment evident.

 

Sir Rupert, stood amidst the chaos, his blade untouched as the League's army swiftly dealt with the miscreants from Haense. With a knowing grin, The Knight observed the unfolding spectacle, his confidence in the league's prowess evident.

 

As the news of his best mate's impending marriage reached the knight's ears, Sir Rupert's stoic expression, etched with the countless battles and hardships they had faced together, softened into a visage of heartfelt warmth. The corners of his weathered lips, usually accustomed to the gravity of the battlefield, curved upward in a rare display of genuine joy. The announcement, like a beacon of happiness, seemed to pierce through the armor that encapsulated The Knight's exterior, revealing the depth of emotion within.

 

With a sly grin upon his face, Sir Rupert exited the church, feeling immensely gratified. Galloping back to Veletz on his horse, The knight went ahead to the welcoming ambiance of the tavern. There, he attributed tranquility amidst the turmoil to the league's daring accomplishments, all while savoring a bottle of ale.