YoungSimba
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Jeanne Seregon: Celebi - Would catch it by accident in the forest outside Numendil not knowing it's mythical. Galarian Ponyta - Loves horses. Galarian Ponyta would likely of been a gift from Meira @ChaoticRoller Keldeo - Knightly horse. Probably stolen from a Coalition stable because it looked like it was cold and needed a better home. Alolan Vulpix - Loves adventuring in the Snow. Would of caught the cutest Pokemon out there. Shaymin - Sky Form - Perfect adventuring buddy. Shoutout to the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon games. Riolu - Rioulu gives squire vibes. Great sparring partner.
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Outside of literal crimes, there is next to nothing that must be witch hunted literal years later. People take their online lives way too seriously. If the outside world could see how 85% of this community reacts to slight issues and words instead of just letting it go, they would be labeled weirdos.
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DEFENSE OF EASWORTH HEIGHTS | MY SOUL BLEEDS BURGUNDY
YoungSimba replied to Coronate's topic in Duchie of Adria
"What...Stay where you are." The mounted squire looked dumfounded at the Coalition member in the midst of their morale rally, she lowered her lance and yelled out to the Knight "Sir Montalt! Permission to Lance the interloper?" -
DEFENSE OF EASWORTH HEIGHTS | MY SOUL BLEEDS BURGUNDY
YoungSimba replied to Coronate's topic in Duchie of Adria
"Be it red, burgundy, or the wretched sight of five weak banners that flies over this land, there will never be peace for Haense in Adria. My Soul bleeds burgundy!" - A squire raised her lance to Herr Montalt "DEATH TO THE AGGRESSOR" - She echoed the last words she received from Sir Ethan -
Depending on the time the scout came to skulk about Stassion, they could of found a squire riding along with the Captain General, singing the Ballad of the King who Stayed.
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Moments after the duel's conclusion, the young squire volunteered to escort the foreign dignitary and her unlikely Hero back to their homelands. Treacherous as the thoughts may be she was pleased with the outcome of the duel and a sense of discomfort grew at the potential they may face on the field of battle again. Once the gates closed and nobody was left but the construct and her she spoke "A shame the King who Stayed may die for the King who fled" @souleater007
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"Ave Veletz! Blood for Brasca!" The young squire would yell atop a table in the Winburgh tavern. Being allowed to partake in the festivities with two rationed pints of Honeymead. She soon left the rabble, marching up to the castle with an empty quiver and a glove riddled with the splinters of shattered lances. Jeanne set back to work fashioning arrows and munitions for the Legion of Burgundy
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Holy Hostage No More - A Pontifical Letter
YoungSimba replied to Sander's topic in The Church of the True Faith
In the training yards of Veletz a squire was taking a break from her tasks of resupplying the Legion’s munitions. She’d sit down and go over the various letters, missives, and advertisements she had collected to stay up to date in world affairs. This one in particular she read a few lines then packed it into a wad to be used in cannon shot. -
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?)) Jeanne eyes the shriveled woman with a sharp cautious stare. "You must be mistaken, I don't believe we have ever met madame..." Not once did the elf's steely blue eyes lift from the elder. However, she would entertain a bit of conversation, taking seat upon the dingy tent furniture. "My story? That is nothing grand I'm afraid. Grew up in a small hamlet near the forest side. My familia owns a small farm but it's too many mouths to feed and not a lot of land so here I am, traveling in search of a paying job.
