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    A FOILED RETALIATION “We fall and ascend, such is the nature of war.” The Bannermen of the Rychwald faced the encroaching threat of the Coalition. The hills, shrouded in mist, draped in the shadows of tall jungle trees, became the battleground for a clash that would echo through-out the Balianite lands. Rurik, blazing banner against the muted hues of the hills, and Fyodor, eyes scanning the horizon, took their stand at the crest of a rocky outcrop. The Coalition, approaching with an unforgiving push to finish their blow. As the first wave of the enemy's forces ascended the steep slopes, Rurik unsheathed his longsword, its polished blade reflecting the pale light of the waning sun. Beside him, Renault's bow sang as arrows flew, in hopes of thinning the ranks of the approaching foe. The hills echoed with the clash of steel and the twang of bowstrings. Despite all, they shared a knowing glance. Abandoning their positions, they descended into the melee, cutting through the Haeseni ranks. Together, they formed a temporary sanctuary amidst the chaos. Harald, one of Rurik's most trusted, succumbing to a fatal strike. Yet, the sheer numbers of the adversary threatened to overwhelm them. The hills bore witness to a desperate struggle, as few bannermen fought side by side to stave off the Coalition soldiers. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the battlefield, and the once-pristine hillside became a canvas painted in the hues of conflict. As the moon rose in the night sky, the inevitable became reality. The Coalition overtook the hill, scattering the remnants of Veletzian warriors. The hills, witness to a tale of resistance, bore the scars of the conflict. Thus, in the aftermath, both Rurik, Andrik and the few men they had left stood amidst the fallen - the haunting silence of the battlefield enveloping them. The once-proud attackers were scattered, and the hills whispered the story of a battle lost. SIGNED Johann of Kerzenwick, Scribe of the Rychwald, Sir Andrik Uldarik of the Rychwald, Grand Prizak of the Order of the Rychwald.
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    Harald steps up to the tribune. He lays a closed fist onto his chest, his left hand behind his back. "I pledge to sacrifice my own life for Rychwald and destroy Haense!" he says, with full devotion and motivation. A female instructor standing in front of him, now shouting "GREAT!" atop her lungs, oddly sounding like the word "Grape"....
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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.” ((How do you respond?)) Example: "Me? Well, arent I lucky!" Harald responds in an ironic tone, smirking at the woman. He lets himself drop onto an old, damp log, grabbing a cup from a small table that looks poorly hand-made. He looks into it, realising its empty and sets it back, his lips forming a swift frown. "We came here to restock. We were out on sea for three nights without food, only salty water." He says quietly, twiddling his thumbs. "Looks like you dont have much, either...", Harald mutters, drops of water slowly falling from the ceiling. "This winter has been tough for our people. All nearby villages totally burnt down, dried out and dead. Any chance of looting gone, therefore no supplies for us." Harald says, his face turning a sour and sinister look. "Our people are thinning out by the day. We will need any help we can get. Me and my cousin, Fenris, will make sure of it." He says, his eyebrows pointing down, however with a smirk on his face, hitting his index finger on the small table.
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