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Súrion Arthalion stared dejectedly upon the missive, just having suffered the loss of his infant son. His eyes lit up a bit. "Oh, what fun..." he scrawled somewhat arbitrary choices in reply, and paid a peasant boy by means of a few coins and a riddle to carry it.

Issued and averred on behalf of the HOUSE OF HOREN ✠ HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN; In the light of the passing of Hadrian I, it has become evermore clear just how important the concept of legacy is. Each action we take is reflected into countless ripples and encoded unto the decades and centuries to come - but if we wish for our descendants to recall us fondly and directly, it is best to give them something physical to remember us by. Thus an ancient gift upon the family of Horen shall finally be put to use. We do not lack for weapons, nor even for dragon-wrought armor. Hence by the bones of an ancient and forgotten dragon we shall adorn a dress, that the fair women of Horen in future generations might embody all the majesty of Man, treading and owning the very flame that forges our hearts. We do not lack for tailors, nor do we lack knowledge of the methodology of such a craft - however, in the books entrusted upon us which detail the method of forging the bones of dragons, certain supernatural abilities are referenced and required. Those artisans capable of the legendary feat of dracanium-smithing, hear my word: for the act of aid in the creation of this heirloom, we shall owe you gratitude and the compensation of one ingot of blightsteel. Write to Maximilian Horen. You shall be hosted amongst our home, lest you be fugitive or enemy. AVE IMPERIUM! H V M A N I T A S I N V I C T A “Für Gott und Kaiser,” HIS IMPERIAL HIGHNESS, Maximilian Caius of the House Horen, Prince of the Empire, Prince of Burgundy, and Duke of Avar. FORTITUDO SUPER OMNIA

Lanre Cerusil looked at the missive and saw a cruel humor, any nobler emotions restrained due to his undeath. "Perhaps it's time that you properly adopt the cynicism I once imparted upon you, Yera. These useless dogs will never forgive you for your strength, never 'till the day you beat them into helpless submission." Of course, too cowardly to impart this directly, he spoke this unto the night's air.

Max held only a somber and knowing smile upon his reading of the letter addressed to him. With that, Hadrian's reign that was forced upon him was complete, and so was Max's servitude. "Now, we're even." He quietly uttered, the lingering emotions in his heart coming to resolve. Perhaps he might have borne that horrible curse for Hadrian, but he knew that he could not have served Man as well as his unwilling brother had. Though still he felt his brother's loss, he had long known what was coming. At least their family was whole. Maybe the next generation would be happier, or maybe not.

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should've been 2 years ago. heh.

Despite sharing misgivings about how they had lived their lives, still it became true that Sir Sirius Mareno reached the Seven Skies, and now welcomed his old comrade. "We are the few of this era with the privilege of living and dying by this highest knightly honor. For Empire we gave our bodies and then our lives - now our descendants will dutifully sketch our names. Despite all else, this is what we have left behind. Let us now rest."

Maximilian Horen viewed the banners of Man erected upon the Dwarven homeland. To the distant horizon he turned, and he chuckled to himself. Hadrian I was punched lightly on the shoulder by his brother. "It hasn't been a simple or easy road, but it was never going to be." "Yet, the one who stands upon an unrivaled finish-line is you. From this point on, it is your shadow that others will strive to overcome." "Through your failures and pain, brother - you have led Man to a greatness and strength it had never had... so, rejoice, Hadrian. Let me see some real relief and happiness in your eye, finally." Max chuckled again. Amidst all of this war, pain, tribulation and such, only a gentle happiness for that achievement of Hadrian could be felt. Ave Imperium. @Werew0lf

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Max Horen gulps, holding the carbarum he is pretty sure was taken from the Mori homeland.

This would turn my eminent into thanos

*brainwashes ur next reply to be a meme response displaying you are no longer taking this matter seriously and no harm no foul Yes I'm taking forum PR manager commissions.

Maximilian Horen tread that warpath which seemed endless with the rest of his family. Dark circles had finally formed beneath his eyes to match his brother’s. Just when… had things become like this? A burden they were meant to share together - in finding his own happiness, in mediating his own purpose, he had allowed Hadrian to shoulder all of this alone, to place himself on a path of no-return, opaque to even his oldest companion. Alas. “I... will find him. Even if we cannot be saved, we will pass on all the blessings we can. These curses can merely die with us.” Enwreathed in armaments of old which felt more hollow than ever, he tread in search of that child of promise. That forgotten child absolutely must become their hope for the future in this wretched world. This conviction latched him onto Hadrian’s delusion just as readily. Come to me, Martinus… Shoulder all these blessings and burdens… Become the hope of Horen… …and the new wheel and axle of this world. Your father and the rest of us are tired.

Maximilian Caius Horen watched as fifty cannonshots, twenty-five ballista bolts, and ten trebuchet-hewed stones slammed into the camp. "Erm..." ...A bit later he stood over some dwarven corpses. "We got a bit lucky..." He began surreptitiously drawing cancer siege camp plans, blessing that Haakon's bloodline had persevered and carried another war.

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