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The Denodado heir’s brother, Lord Josef Karl Denodado, would stand waiting atop the walls of the front gate of La Dorado. Though he did not interact with his sister much, he cared for her deeply as any older brother would for their younger siblings; he began to think of many bad situations that could or could’ve happened to his sister. Though he would be vigilant and determined to see if his sister soon arrived home as he brought his spyglass to his right eye before being called up to by his wife to come home for the night, he nods his head as he stowed the spyglass in his bag before descending the stairs. ”Be vigilant, be determined, and stay alive, Maria… for DIOS and for us all, especially me..” He spoke before giving a quiet prayer to DIOS before he left his post to return him.
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Hildibrand Brawn looked westward from walls of Minitz after looking over the marching orders, long peppered brunette hair flows in the wind as he looked towards the regicidal lands “This war can o’ly end in one solution… absolute detestation o’ their bloody lands…” He spoke be yelling at the top of his lungs, hearing Olaf somewhere close by “WER RASTET, DER ROSTET!” He echoed back before coughing, his throat still flared from his injury years ago from a savage bandit. The Highlander dug into his bag and produced some Honey Tea, sipping on it as he looked westward still to the land of Stassion. @Liokv Elsewhere, Josef Denodado was getting fitted for an outfit he needed for the most important day of his life by Dame Eir Moer, a Denodado servant soon came in and gave the report “So was march on the origin of this war..? Good, best cut the head off of this dragon while we have are on the offense.” He comments before gesturing politely for the servant to leave to let Eir focus on the commission, he was scolded by the elf for such a late and rushed request but he got off with a warning this time. @candyzeroyal
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Josef Denodado rode beside his family on their trek back to Hyspia, his trusty steed had survived the fires of conflict and now carried the spoils of war atop its mighty frame. The young man smiles under his helmet as he looked to his younger sisters, Maria and Arianna then to their houseguards, Naexi and Onon, before looking to his father, Demitrey Denodado “Once we establish our territory, can we have a museum or trophy room for the future generations of our familia, Padre?” He asked with an excited tone in his voice, the lad’s heart still beating quickly under his chestplate from the final push against the combined forces of Veletz and Krugmar. @Nymstra @RatFromTheTrash @Myrthe @Jaslaw @Athmyst27
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Josef Denodado rode on his horse with the rest of the Coalition coming across bodies of Adrians, Stassionites, and Krug, taking his time as he collected loot for the war effort from the Hyspian front. He came across a Orc and collected the Warg Horn the Uruk had on his hip as a trophy before riding further and found an interesting sight as he looted the body of a Veletzian or Stassionite, it was hard to make out the colors with all the blood, but he had found some wine, Dwarven in origin as he looked at the label “Mi amor will love this!” He smiles as he placed it securely in the bag on his horse before hopping back on to rejoin the Hyspian army on their return trip, his armor and helmet were dented greatly from the conflict.. seems he needs to get his armor repaired and buffed out! ”VIVA DIOS, VIVA HYSPIA, VIVA BANDERAS, VIVA DENODADO!” He called out as he rode beside his familia and houseguard that were present at the battle.
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The free Uruk, Varn, The Scholar, went to check up on his friend, Klaus von Berkhoven ( @Digit_005 ), in his lab. The Uruk Scholar opened the door only to nearly be hit by the flying glass bottle “Wub da zkah..?” He spoke before listening to the zealous rant of the Alchemist “Mi peepz, da Adrianz agh Ztazzionz hab dun it again…” Varn sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses “Mi ztill need tu finish mi wrytin’z mi hab been workin’ on zince lazt Zaint’z Year.” He comments with a chuckle before grabbing a broom to help sweep up the mess. After reading the missive, Josef Denodado, would write a letter to his cousin and brother figure ( @minarichankun ): “To my dear cousin, I hope this letter finds you and your family in good health. I write this letter in response to the recent Pontifical and urge your family to seek refuge away from this bloody war. For your house must survive and to stay where you are is to step into the hottest of flames, l also hope to see some of your house at my wedding in the coming days! May DIOS bless you and keep you safe! Love, your brother, Josef Karl Denodado”
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Josef Denodado sighs after he read over the missive, pinching the bridge of his nose “First they kidnap political figures y burn down the churches of their opponents, now they attack neutral territory that their allies have pacts with? Is no where safe from Veletz’ terrors?” The Hyspian noble asked himself before setting the missive aside to focus on more important matters at hand. The ‘whitewash’ Uruk, Varn, The Scholar, belts out laughing at the actions of Veletz from his home “Latz muz nub even uze der grukkerz, onleh out for men tu fyll der dizhonorable rankz. Diz cuud give da Burrz Uzg a reazon tu pull from da wagh.” He joked before getting serious once again “If onleh it waz dat zimple… no where en Aevoz iz zafe from der aktionz nub even da neutral Rexdomz.” The Scholar comments to himself before placing the missive on the growing pile of missives as he went back to his writings.
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Varn, The Scholar would read the missive from the comfort of his home, sipping on a cup of tea, the cup sized for an Uruk. After reading said missive, the Scholar spoke to himself “Zir Llopiz blah da truth dat determination wyll peep our wae through diz wagh.. Mi hab neveh trusted da korrupt magi, my zentiment ztill ringz true. Da Void weakened nub juz da body but da grukker wyth tyme expozed tu it’z korruptin’ poweh. Zome truthez are betteh tu blah up about then tu keep zilent.” He spoke to himself before setting the missive down on a pile of other read missives as he resumed his writings. Josef Denodado finished reading the missive from the comfort of his and his fiancé’s home “We fight a war for the survival of all our people. With DIOS watching over the Covenant, we will continue this battle.. there’s still those that have to pay for branding my people, especially my siblings…” He spoke to himself as he set the missive aside as he clasped his hands together in prayer that night.
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The whitewash Uruk Scholar, Varn, organizes his letter he will soon send out about what happened during Krugsmas in Haense and Aaun. When he descended the stairs, he saw a missive on the floor of his house. After he sat by the fireplace to read it, he pinched the bridge of his nose just under his glasses and sighs “Da madnezz neveh ends duez et?” He spoke before he stood up, placing the missive for his adult kubz to read as he ascended the stairs to write another letter. The Scholar needs more ink for all the missives he has been writing alongside his rough draft of his late-lifemate’s books.
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diary Goodnight Sweet Prince
BlauRps replied to BuilderBagel's topic in The Grand Principality of Minitz
The aging Landser Highlander, Hildibrand Brawn, stood beside Wilhelm (@Irishmanmichael) as he also showed his respect for the fallen Grand Prince. “With ‘he time we ‘ave left, we will see our people shine ‘rightly now an’ after ‘his bloody war.. Wer Rastet, Der Rostet.” He spoke before saluting to no one in particular just a sign of respect. -
The now Clanless Orc, Varn, looked at the missive with both relief and worry seeing as the fellow Orc was still of his Gorkil name. The former Gorkil would hold his late wife’s cross gently in his hand as he prayed… “Almyghteh GOTT, pleaze keep lat humble zervent agh zcholar zafe durin’ diz wagh. For mi hab much more tu du before mi join lat agh Scrap en da Zeven Zkies… keep all meh new bruddahz agh ziztahz zafe for theh gamble their livez for Latz righteous kauze. In Latz holeh agh gracious name, AMEN!” The Scholar finished his prayer before he put back on his glasses and picked up his ink quill to write his next missive.
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Ob Honor agh Dizhonor This letter is spread across the realms of Aevos as hurriedly as a humble Scholar could write for all to be informed! Tu da dizhonorable ob da Iron Uzg, How dare latz sully da proud legacy ob our anceztor Krug, for mi have heard from friendz ob da Kanondom that not only latz joined da wagh on da zide ob Adria, da League ob Veletz for da azhs that would cry rivers ob tears for zuch an atrocity mi hab committed, but tu join forces in da wagh wyth burrzspawn that wi would flat on da spot. Da Uzg has dizhonored Krug’z legacy by breaking bread wyth Iblees’z ilk agh vermin. Mi hab alzo gotten a letter from a dear friend ob mi late lyfemate agh eternal love Scrap, may she rest in da Seven Skies, about Uruk kidnapping hundreds or even thouzandz ob da citizenz ob Hyspia, nub juzt da men but da women agh kubz agh having them klomp each other to death! Wi da Decendentz ob Krug do nub wish harm to come to any kubz Uruk or nub! ZHAME on da Uzg agh ZHAME on da Rex for letting zuch atrocities happen under latz watch! IF Krug were styll ob da mortal plane, he would leave Adria agh da dizhonorable Uruk, Gobboz, agh Ologz ob da Burrz Uzg nub-thing but red on da continent ob Aevos for da Horde haz decided to embrace da curze that da Deceiver, Iblees, branded Krug agh hiz descendentz wyth! ZHAME ON DA UZG AGH ZHAME ON DA REX FOR THEIR SINZ ZO MANY! Signed, Varn'Gorkil, The Scholar (An Artist's depiction of the Uruk Scholar)
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Josef Denodado reads the missive before chucking the paper in a bonfire watching it burn into nothing “We will see who comes out of this war victorious, bruto cobarde..” He spat before marching back to his home to ready his armor and weapons… the Orcs had broken into his house and branded their disgusting sigil on his younger sisters’ foreheads.
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The middle-aged Landser Von Reinmar, Hildibrand Brawn, would look to his closest friends and brother-in-arms, Klaus Von Berkhoven (@Digit005) as the two of them walked out of the Landser Hall to the Berkhoven’s home “It seems we need t’ keep a closer eye ‘n ol’ Adria now, jus’ like ‘he old days, Ja?” The mountain of a Waldenian asked before chuckling “Let us get somethin’ t’ drink un’ ear b’fore we patrol the walls.” He added as he pat his friend’s back. Josef Denodado would be in the Church of Blessed Francisco praying in front of the altar, clutching his Lorraine Cross that hung from his neck “DIOS, I pray for me, mi familia, y todos that will all be effected and fighting in this war…” The Heir of Sevilla spoke continuing to pray even as the golden light of the sun set over La Dorada.
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Josef Denodado was having a cup of tea with his favorite book beside him as he read the missive surprised at the reveals, the heir nearly spat his tea! “Iduna Colborn is my godsister?! That is cool, y should meet her someday!” He spoke to himself before getting a serious look on his face “Papej better be careful fighting Ser Weiss, eym sure he chosen as Knight Paramount for a reason…” The teen added before signing the Lorraine and spoke a quiet prayer to GODAN to keep his father safe for the foreseeable duel.
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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.” Hildibrand would cough from the horrid smells, the Highlander's skin covered with goosebumps from the eeriness of the town, hopefully the rest of the town was abandoned at this point. Hildibrand did not want another ambush happening again as it did in the past. Coming into the hag's tent, the towering man would sit down on the cushion "I am Hildibrand Brawn, I come from Haese t' seek 'he wisdom of those of years my senior. For those who lost comrades close to them, how does one quell the pain of death's burn.. of a survivor's guilt..? I ran with a band of fame an' glory seekers for some time now before events only a month or so ago before making the journey here t' seek your guidance." The towering man sat quietly for a few moments to hear the hag's response "I see, 've t' live with the painful memories but remember the good times I've 'ad with 'em.. I will take your wisdom to my heart, thank you, wise one.." He replied before standing up and giving the hag a respectful bow before leaving her tent and returning back to his homeland.. back to the farm.
