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Morphine

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  1. "It's about time. Good on you, my dear friend! Gott mit uns!" The exuberant Warchief proclaimed from within his study.
  2. Name: Roland Sturmweber Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 28 Military Rank: Hauptmann
  3. "I have not had the opportunity to visit Florentine, but I must now! I've always ridden past it when avoiding the dung heap that is Adria." Roland mused, reading the missive at the kitchen table, with a FAT stogie in his mouth.
  4. Robyrt took great stride in reading over the missive. He was no commander, no king, he could not truly understand the move made by Charles, but if it must be so, 'leave Adria to the Adrians', he thought. Admiring the Reinmaren blue and green band around his right cuff, and the shiny Barclay Medal he received, a smile formed. "The King gave these people what they wanted, now they can shut up", he said with laughter.
  5. "God be with the Minitz people. The truly honorable and courageous." Robyrt sighed in defeat today, but was optimistic of the future. Though not related in blood, the people of Minitz were his new family. Forever may he stand with them.
  6. Robyrt snickered to himself. "I do hope you've made a special gown for the Anathema, Lord Katzak."
  7. "The King hath more restraint than I. It is for this reason, perhaps, a benefit I am not the King, for he is wiser than most and will lead us to victory. Ave Varoche! Ave Charles! Ave Aaun!" The young man spoke aloud at breakfast whilst reading the missive.
  8. Robyrt gave a hearty chuckle to the poem. "Clever woman, she is!"
  9. Name: Robyrt Taranis Age: 27 Race: Heartlander Prior Relevant Experience: Born and raised on an island, fisherman, port defender, experienced in killing pirates/privateers
  10. Robyrt sat in the town square, his helmet removed, saddened by this day. The man who welcomed him into Adria, gave him a steady income, and warm lodgings, lie cold as stone. It will only bring him greater resolve in the battles to come. "Ave Varoche", he softly spoke.
  11. Robyrt Taranis put the finishing touches on his newly dyed uniform. "I always did enjoy the regality of purple. Red elicits barbarism."
  12. NAME: Robyrt Taranis ALLEGIANCE: Aaun, Minitz PROPAGANDA PIECE: (FIXED)
  13. Robyrt submits his piece, not concerned with winning anything besides the war. NAME: Robyrt Taranis ALLEGIANCE: Aaun, Minitz PROPAGANDA PIECE:
  14. Morphine

    Moorephine

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "My story? My story is nigh anything special." Robyrt takes a seat on the cushion nearby, cross-legged. "I'm a simple man trying to carve my own path in the world, just as many others like me. I come seeking the fruits of this continent's underworld, eager to strike riches of natural beauty." The man reaches along the side of his belt, removing his trusty iron pickaxe. "My grandfather had this forged for my father when he was thirteen. Not only his most trusted tool, but the luckiest item he owned." With a brush of his hand across the cold metal blades, Robyrt harkens back to a memory of his father, teaching him about every type of ore there was.
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