Sir_omni

"ahhh darn i need to build mor rooms"said the inn keeper starting to digg for more rooms

"ohh for fucks sake. . ."the innkeeper shakes his head as he walks to a old chest filled with old imperial armor and weapons"i never though ill use this again"

As illatian player I approve of more illatia

So I got one question faverouite personas ( )

Join the rosavenas my friend we always are open for players to join the great family we have

A now retired guardsman halfling sits in his tavern drinking he’s new ale.“mhhh I should visit tancred oim soon 60 an that laddie is still a guardsman“he stood up and walked out into the morning soon scratching the stump of a arm he once had

I won’t even argue over it since I have a choice

please change font its unreadable

„Ahhh this fool still trying this“ commented a young blond haired man seeing those paper wasting missives“ this paper could been used in books“

„Even in death I have failed to protect you Clement“ said a Gaston looking down from the heavens „ I wish it all could been better“

A now dead Gaston watches down from the heavens seeing this „ ahh Clement…. My son. I never could say goodbye to you or make up to my faults“ he indeed was the adoptive father of the ker. He might had some harsh conversations with Clement but never raised a hand against his son.

a now scared and tired looking halfling was sitting in some fields in the far south a place he once called home. the took out the letter reading it, starting to remember his life before the war, before he decided to fight for the empire "i wish i never decided to fight for people that took up their swords against my kin"he sighs"i truly am a fool, perhaps its time to retire from my duties and and seek forgivness under my kin for what i did"with that he stood up whistling for his pony sam"i hope i may one day life in a place i can call home"with that he rode off unclear of his future

„Well I coul say sorry“ though the one halfing that somewhat regretted what he did back then to Albert

It was a quiet day in the capitol as Pierre returned to his home but the peace and quiet wasn't for long. His doors were broken down, he rushed in only to find a search party of inquisitors and knights rummaging his place. “what the fuck are you doing here”he asked before something hit his head and all went black. ”what did i do…..how did they find me. . . .i had a plan a life” he thought to himself before he was reawakened by some hard Liquor that was poured into his face. He woke up in a dimmed and dark room with two other Persons. he was bound to a chair looking at a inquisitor and a squire. “Why were you harboring a heretic?” asked the inquisitor before Pierre spoke . He looked at him with disbelief but then he remembered . . .Ragthantos that basterd why he ever agreed to help that fool. no he was a fool for doing it. “he paid me. . . he's a madman and lunatic. . . i have nothing to do with this” were his only answers he gave out of panic that he might get executed ”well you harbored a heretic so we will fulfill the last mercy we can” spoke the inquisitor with hatred in his tone before doing a last prayer. The air grew thick with each word the inquisitor spoke, taking out his blade raising it over Pierre's head.”Last words?”he asked. ”oui. . .do you believe in redemption ser? The blade then struck Pierre's head taking it in a clean cut. . . A Week later a letter was sent out to his loved and trusted ones which he prepared if he ever was to pass away