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Arthur remarks
“It baffles me that the Pertinaxi do not even acknowledge their wrong doing and yet attribute their own flaws onto us. Do they think us all to be fools? Tales of their misdeeds are told from Helena to Sutica, yet they propogate such absurd nonsense in their weak attempts at propaganda.”
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13 hours ago, Harrison said:
daniel can not believe this
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Arthur reads the response, slightly furrowing his brow as he remarks;
“We are united, we – the true Imperials stand together in brotherhood against the Pertinaxi rebels. The man confuses justice with bloodthirst. This futile attempt at underhanded slander will achieve nothing. The word genocide is used, yet the only ones who were harmed were the soldiers of the Pertinaxi forces in battle, not civilians. Could they say the same? The people who burned the most populous city of this Empire to the ground?”
Lets out a lighthearted chuckle, scoffing as he looked upon his forces preparing for the next engagement.
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‘BIG DAY COMING’ - THE BATTLE OF UPPER RODENBOURG
DEO VINDICE
“Stand firm in faith and be men of courage, for God is Our Protector”
The thunderous hooves of cavalry could be heard from Leuven to Helena as the collective forces of the Imperials and their stalwart allies marched to meet the Pertinaxi rebels who challenged the rightful reign of Emperor Joseph. Fieldmarshal Arthur de Falstaff commanded the main imperial army, composed of heartlander brigades under command of Lord Conrad de Falstaff and levied highlander forces of Marius II, King of Haense. He was joined by the fearsome Princes Aelthos, Aeluin, and Vyrion Tundrak, leading the elite Valkyrim and auxiliary elven cavalry, the levied militia of the Golden City of Ves under the command Captain Solarius Watanbe, and the emperor’s brother-in-law Richard of Marna, commanding his own brigade of red-cladden knights.
Battle roared as horns blew from the Imperial side, Lord Arthur commanding his forces to strike straight into the Pertinaxi lines, joined by the flanking of both sides of each contingent of cavalry. Expecting a long, drawn out fight, the rebel forces did not anticipate the courageous charge of the revolutionaries and their allies, forcing an all-out rout of their forces, many of whom were cut down in the ensuing slaughter. The battle was quickly over as after the Pertinaxi rebels took heavy losses, retreating westerwards towards Helena.
Lord Arthur and the imperial army rallied their forces near the hill of Lower Rodenbourg, and collected their dead - leaving Upper Rodenbourg littered with the corpses of Pertinaxi rebels. They returned to their original position atop a hill as Aelthos Tundrak and his valiant cavalry force chopped down Pertinaxi stragglers. After a few back and forths with the remaining Pertinaxi forces, the battle was concluded as a decisive victory for the Imperial forces who on their return to Reza sang songs of victory and joy.
Lord Arthur, after the battle, gave the following the speech;
“My brothers in liberty, hear me now,
Only months dwindle till we march upon Iblees’ door, demanding his eviction with steel fists. What the rebel dogs saw upon the Upper Rodenbourg they shall see till they yield to their masters, for they have grown fat upon the spoils of the common man and whine for their wretched dessert. But the shackles of humanity have been freed at last, and no longer shall we be enslaved to their desires. Instead, we shall serve them the course of righteous judgement, by force if they so require it.
Once our emperor sits upon the throne in Helena and its moat comes filled with Pertinaxi blood, they shall know this my brothers;
There is a big day coming.”
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Ave Imperium.
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35 minutes ago, Wolfdwg said:
Sure why not. Already got the furries, the apes, all were missing is lizard people.
+1
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Arthur smiles at the thought of the school.
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A gentle summers rain bounces off of the armor-cladded sellsword, returning atop his destrier as his eyes scan the land, examining the rich fields of his home; Leuven. He begins to think of his past and what brought him to where he is today.
Chapter I: Winter of Snow's Maiden, 1707.
A young Arthur lays in his bed, restless and unable to sleep. He pushes himself up and makes his way towards his window - staring out onto the cold, dried landscape. Arthur heaves a sigh as he thinks to his travels ahead, being sent to Aeldin and all other corners of the world to provide to the family’s coffers as a sellsword. A sudden sense of dread overtakes him as he thinks of his demise before quickly erasing the thought from his mind.
The light of dawn peers in through the window of Arthur’s room as he is sitting beside his bed, he prepares himself in silence - gathering his valuable belongings; A heavy bastard sword given to him by his Father and a pendant with an image of a bear engraved on it. The pulls the final strap on his belt - amplifying the Sun on his tabard with pride as he ventures out of his room and into the courtyard to be bid farewell by his family. He offers them a reserved embrace, with fear looming in his eyes as he ventures out of the castle with a small band of volunteers.
Chapter II: Spring of Malin’s Welcome, 1709.
Two years of serving as a Sellsword in the Company of Daumier - Arthur had learnt to survive amongst these men. It was as if he had forgotten who he truly was; Arthur was now a serjeant-at-arms within the Company and was quickly rising within the Company perhaps attributed to his education as an adolescent.
Thunderous drums roared to boost the morale of the troops as the Company of Daurmier stood in formation south of the castle of Langret on the border of the Al-Norid Sultanate in Aeldin. Arthur yelled commands as loud as he could to ensure the discipline of the troops and relayed the orders from Daumier and other commanders. The battle ensued at the first sound of a screeching horn as arrows blocked out the sun - several men beside Arthur perished as he peered around him from under his shield. The chaos of the battle was increasing at a rapid pace as suddenly the thunderous hooves of the infamous Cavalry representing the Sultanate charged into the ranks of the Daumier Company. It was in this battle that a rider carrying a mace dented the helmet of Arthur, leading to his significant scar over his left eye. It was said that Arthur dismounted at least five riders in this battle.
Arthur wakes up in his tent, surrounded by his fellow Company-men as he tries to recollect the events of the battle - he could hear the cheery songs of the men being sang outside his tent. He knew they were victorious.
Chapter III: Summer of the Sun's Smile, 1713.
Arthur is now a captain in the Company of Daumier. He has earned the respect of his peers through his various hard fought battles. He had come a long way from when he had initially joined at the young age of 17. He thinks back at what he’s accomplished and a sudden sense of disappointment overwhelms him, he knows that if he was to die today - his name would be forgotten, everything he had thus far done in his life was for wealth - suddenly a roaring horn disrupts his thoughts as he rushes off to prepare for the next engagement. As they return from battle, awaiting for him are familiar colours as he sees the Golden Sun on a blue field - a messenger from Leuven had requested he return home. Arthur obliged, and began preparations to return.
Arthur smiles briefly at his thoughts as he silently continues on his journey home, in the distance he can see his brother Conrad adorning the uniform of The Sun - a smile appears on Arthur’s face; He is finally home.
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Best of luck brother.
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Augustus d’Amaury glances down from the heavens above, smiling favorably on his former Adrian foes and praying for their success.
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Best of luck brother. You’re in my prayers.
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2 minutes ago, Destroyer_Bravo said:
why have you returned to this forsaken land
I.. I don’t know.
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Minecraft Name Arteh
Discord Arteh#6522
What can you bring to the World Dev Team that is Unique?
I am good at terraforming - using Worldedit & Voxelsniper. I've worked on various projects for LoTC and external servers for this over the past 6-7 years (Starting from Asulon). For LoTC I've assisted in developing; Asulon, Anthos, Vailor & Axios. This ranged from converting entire areas into completely different ones (I.E Forests into Desert for Vailor) and also adding more flavor and personality to the terrain around the map (I.E Improving mountains, creating rivers and waterfalls etc). Due to the extensive terraforming experience that I have, especially for LoTC & other RP related servers I feel would give me a strong advantage and provide the World-Dev Team with a unique advantage also.
What do you think the most important decisions are when it comes to designing a world?
Variety - I feel as if variety is key, if the map is a continuous repetition of similarities then it leads to boredom and also limits roleplay, the goal of designing a world is to establish a foundation for diverse forms of RP to take place which can only be permitted through a variety in landscape, buildings/structures and terrains.
Detail - Minor details go a long way and can assist in creating a more immersive environment for roleplayers. The setting and location of the RP has a significant impact on the quality of RP taking place and can serve as a motivating or demotivating factor for individuals.
Lore - Everything in a world must be in accordance with the lore of that world and LoTC, lore is crucial when it comes to determining what aspects should be used and what should not in the world.
Feedback - The game is designed for the players, and therefore I think an emphasis should be placed on the players and what they want from the world they'll be playing in.When working on smaller projects such as a village, a cave or a ruin; what is your aim?
As I primarily do terraforming; my aim would be to ensure initially that there is diversity in the cave/ruin/village, that it’s location is interesting, it has external factors (I.E Rivers, forests, natural sources of light etc) attributed to it to improve its immersion.
An example of this is in Vailor on the borders of Vandoria/Orc lands there was primarily just a barren wasteland, that was converted into a unique forest with a combination of waterfalls, slopes, hills and caves for players to innovate and design on further when the map becomes available. Furthermore, in Axios I created the mountain that separated the Elven vale from the mainland continent and created a small narrow path between the mountain to get into the vale, and as you got in there were lakes, a divided road with hills and forests on either side to envelop the player into the atmosphere of the location.
I also believe that functionality should be a key component when terraforming, it is all well and good when you create something that simply looks good from afar but what utilization does it serve to players? So it is important to consider how what you’re creating can be used in functional RP and mechanical gameplay.
A large part of the World Developers job is finding new ideas for environments. Give a brief synopsis of an idea that you have had in that regard.
Asulon; This was the first map LoTC was making, in Asulon I was responsible to assist in the development of the Dwarven land/mountain – the Dwarven kingdom prior to this combined both outdoors and in-doors. During Asulon, we took a lot of creative decisions to diversify the Dwarven landscape and structure which fundamentally set the foundations of how Dwarven architecture is on LoTC nowadays. We had a team of 10-12 people who all worked together and brainstormed ideas, and we decided to create various connecting bridges and mountains which had their own unique function for both RP and mechanical purposes.
Anthos; I was mainly responsible for Orcish development, I created a vast desert for the Orcs which mountains, plateaus, sand-dunes and caves. I also created a Jungle which bordered the Dwarven/Orcish lands which again had various ponds/lakes as well as diversified terrain.
Vailor: I converted south-eastern tip of the Western continent from a vast green forest into a desert landscape as the map did not have a desert landscape. We incorporated various mountains, sand-dunes, plateaus and ridges into the terrain. I also created a vast swamp in that terrain.
Axios; I was assisting in the terraforming for the Human area as well as Elven area – the Humans simply required a river to be created and a forest whereas the Elven area required a brand new set of mountains to serve as a natural border, and unique diversifying terrain across the entire vale which spanned from the Elven lands to Lorraine. This included the vast large peaks that were found, the rugged mountains, the swamps East of the Elven lands and the mountain-path between the Vale and the rest of the map.
Every component in each map required innovation and to find new ideas to diversify the map.
If you could, what would you change about Atlas and why?
N/A I've not played on Atlas enough to give my opinion on it.
How much time are you on average able to contribute towards being a WD?
3-5hrs p/Day until the 5th of January - after that 1-2hrs p/Day.
The World Developers Team is a diverse group with a wide array of opinions, meaning disagreements often happen. Discuss how you handle disagreements or criticism when it comes to your designs.
As I've worked on several past LoTC maps this is a common occurrence, feedback is always welcomed because terraforming is incredibly diverse and at some times, certain ideas can go past you - therefore feedback is welcomed. Regarding disagreements or criticism the same would apply, it's all situational and the pretense of the disagreement can implicate what the outcome would be. It's quite rare however that disagreements would arise over terraforming because the task is not as precise as building is, so it has more freedom.
Please include any examples of your design work below!
The peaks seen in the northern area, the islands in the middle were combined and enhanced. Also on the left side of this screenshot the gap between the mountains was filled, and the mountains were connected together. I’ve attached a before/after from how I got the map, and how it looked after I finished terraforming.
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I also have worldsave files which I can send if required of other work, I’ve not saved the work that was done on prior maps.
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Augustus d'Amaury nods with approval from the heavens above.
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And so it ends.
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"Oren is my city"
Says a disgruntled Augustus d'Amaury from the heavens.
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There's nothing wrong with these items.
The attackers utilized them.
The defenders did not.
That's the only difference.
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I'd like to join.
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"Rest in peace brother, soon our Ummah will rise again" mutters a disgruntled Ali as he sees the smoke rise from Johannesburg.
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5 minutes ago, Stigwig. said:
A young patriot hums an ancient tune on the road to Metz, heart beating with pride at the reunion of two once disparate states as one once again. As his feet fall upon the cobbles he happily sings the song - the ambition expressed by it still burning within him.
"Vive Rex Augustus..."
Original Anthem.
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“For all my toils, an empty home to lie ill within.”
On an Island, in a Castle high above the lands, a man sat secluded from all. His wary eyes looked over the peaceful land; the golden sea in front of him only making clearer his lost fortunes.
A long time had passed since he entered the world, and out of it he was going with nothing but a heavy heart and an encumbered mind. No motion was without strain as he meandered about the silent halls of the keep on Metz’s plateau, his eyes ever scanning the portraits of passed Lotharingian rulers. Most often he would reflect as he looked on Augustus, the founder of the lands he strove so hard to serve well.
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Quiet murmurs turned to loud roars, empty mugs soon clashing so loudly against one another that they would spill over. More grand times, which had inspired this pride.
Illustrating great and glorious battles in his mind, the young boy watched the Imperial army celebrate as they celebrated victory. Trading places with any of them would be a dream come true for the young Otto, but his time would come.
No celebration was too great to cease in respect, though, as Augustus d’Amaury strode into the room. With a broad smile and a bow of his head, the men standing to attention sat in silence. Jovial and energetic, he bobbed between his soldiers to congratulate each personally. No man was spared from a positive remark, nor was any boy; Otto looked upon Augustus as he looked down to him. Like a giant scooping up a rabbit, Augustus heaved the boy quickly onto his shoulder and let him look down upon all that he had respected, all he had dreamed of.
“You will have a place at these tables, will you not?” Augustus would holler to the boy for all his men to hear.
Looking around, the boy was dazed as the men hooted and jeered for the young lad. He gestured at the end of a table, overwhelmed. “A seat is open there, maybe I could fill it!”
Another wave of laughter and boasting went throughout the ranks as the boy felt embarrassed. Augustus only spoke quietly, his demeanour not changing as he gestured to it.
“That is where officers are seated. Maybe you have a leader’s intuitions.”
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Striding quickly throughout the halls of Anapalais, a man strode quickly with furrowed brows. No time to rest was afforded any Lotharingian, nevermind the chief of Lorraine. With a beckon, some of the most powerful men would join his company. The only one who could beckon him was the Emperor John I ‘The Relentless’, and on this day he did.
The tension of the room was shattered with Augustus’ entrance. John stood up quickly, his finger raising as he hollered the day's issues aloud. Though he had been known for his unending energy and tenacity, his d’Amaury brother could bring him to pause. To many, he was seen as the brother who brought Imperial Brotherhood into fruition; the many others, he was a man whose power and treachery could not be combatted. No matter who had dealt with him, they dealt on his terms out of either fear or respect.
Where the will of John was unmatched, Augustus’ strength was its only comparable equal. It was the Emperor who built the Empire and the back of Lorraine, and it was only the Archduke who could weave a land together strong enough to support such a weight.
Such massive heights could only be supported by the best roots; the embodiment of the Great Golden Oak found itself growing so beautifully in the Holy Orenian soil.
Of the day, one issue arose; a conspiracy carried out over harsh taxing by the disenfranchised Savoyard peoples. Too straightforward to deal with the Auveringians, John could only give into his Arch-Chancellor’s suggestion to take to talking rather than fighting. In his own guarded way, he thanked his friend Augustus between insulting his enemies. He returned them in kind, but with less animosity.
Though many ought to worry for holding their liege in contempt, Augustus had honour and prestige enough to pay for the transgressions in kind for what his service in the Reformed Kingdom of Oren had earned him. To do well by both his loyalty to his friend and Emperor, and by his marriage and relation to Savoy, he set off quickly to guide Oren righteously once again.
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Despite his sluggishness, Ser Otto draped himself in the heaviest comforter he could find as he traversed to the dining room of the keep. To his dismay, he saw not even the cook had enough will to serve his duties following the news of defeat. At least, to ease Otto’s chagrin, they had left him plenty of grains, oats, and wine.
Fables were spun about the Lotharingian liver. It was told that if a sea had been made of ale, the Archduchy of Lorraine would only claim it to drain it. While warring, they would see distilleries and wineries sprout up all around their field armies, the Auveringian tastes ensuring the success of the merchants long after the men had left. Some said that the soldiers so merrily drank, that they spilt most of what they intended to drink in the many different cheers they would call out.
But these were more than just fables. Otto remembered, but no mind was paid to that.
Despite his illness, he ate sparsely, his hands taking to the bottles and his eyes to their labels. He feared honesty with his Emperor about his state, he feared his enemies learning of his vulnerability. The feeble hands grasping at something he had held when his grip was a vice; only ridicule was reserved for him now that he could not hold the weight of the world.
None cared for his bravery, his achievements, nor what he still had. Behind him were the days he could share in others company, the days where he commanded respect. Abandoned by many, he took to the company of only himself now. Whether anyone would lend him any was no longer something he had sway in deciding.
The aging man nearly wept, gripping the neck of the bottle as if he were to throttle it, his rage becoming arbitrary in his sad solitude. So certain in his history, his direction, his Empire, that in all being proven wrong, he had nothing assuring him he was right.
He thought on the days when he was just a boy, being hoisted high by titans in his own mind. He thought on the days where men looked to him as a grand and gorgeous knight, who held so much respect that he would have to juggle it to appease all who seen him. He thought on the days when he had toiled with his brothers and friends, assuring great things were built in the place of wasted opportunity.
He thought on the days when he had none of these concerns, these memories. Everything pained him. To even remember better times, he had to contrast them to the current situation he had at hand. Lethargically, he meandered in a daze, hoping to encounter any who still stood with him. John d’Amaury had been coming with an army, some said, others believing it was Jacques’ tormented soul which drove away the citizens in the first place.
Whatever evil, Otto would now welcome it.
If only to have something to confide in, to listen, to interact, anything.
Like a ghost, he wandered back up the halls, peering about aimlessly as he drank. It was almost as if there was writing on the wall, but he could just not manage to read it; his pride made him illiterate. But some things were understood by any who were not mad, and his cause for Oren had lost all strength.
In his study, he sat himself at his desk, readied to write a letter. To whom he wasn’t sure, but something had to be said. Nothing was done in holding out, as all preferred to let him remain.
Closing his eyes, he imagined when he was a child, before he had been thrust into the world of men. Basking in the Golden sea outside his study, across the river surrounding Metz, outside of Summerhall, of Plevne. Like grain, Lorraine had maintained many, and survived without decay for a long time.
But whence decay set in, what was to overturn such fortunes?
Ser Otto sat quietly, huddled quietly in the blanket cloaking him. His hand now had to mend as it smashed, akin to his idol. Whether or not he would even admit there was an error to his ways, he didn’t know, but that was far less important than continuing to do what he felt was right. Taking the quill, he wrote a letter to Archduke John d’Amaury, reading as follows;
To His Exalted Grace John d’Amaury,
You have proved yourself better guided than I in your recent days, as my compatriots now all seem to agree with the idea of turning cloak to at least flee. More powerful is this coalition than I thought, as not even GOD seems to intervene while churches prop themselves up against Canon.
Mine is to not tell you yours though; it is to give you yours. Perhaps it was I who was wrong to think that Metz, that Lorraine, would be anything other than a fertile desert without the righteous rule of the d’Amaury family. While taking from you was not the goal, I could not leave in your hands the ability to strike at what had made what we had in the Archduchy legitimate. Perhaps my direction could have been different, but my honour had me act on my values and reason no matter how untrue they were proven.
With this though, I send you a key to the city. It is abandoned now by the Imperial Garrison, though I have a man who visits to offer me assistance by to Johannesburg should I choose it. Here I will remain though, and if I survive the time it takes you to return, I will greet you and whatever you have in store for me. Otherwise, I hope you know I had died serving Lorraine how I best knew how.
I pray that your uncle doesn’t write ill of me in my passing; I know few who will spare my reputation, but he especially I must request. I sense that he is wroth, despite his rumoured attempts at ensuring a more agreeable peace between the old vassals of the Empire. I wish you both to know of my tremendous respect for you, whether or not you will accept it.
Unlikely was it to truly do well by Lorraine ultimately, evicting her people from their homes. More unlikely is it that I’ll escape a reputation as a villain, but I mind that little with how late it is in my life. I only wish to apologize, and for you to know it’s sincere; I have nothing to gain at this point in the fray.
Either way, I pray that if I do not see you in this city, that the entirety of Axios does. I hope it is a fitting gem on the crown jewel of Lorraine, and that you wear that jewel for the decades to come. Take care, until then, and my your judgement continue to be so rightly guided. Gold in Peace, Steel in War.
In Lorraine’s name,
Ser Otto
( Goodbye LoTC, been a long run. I've made a lot of friends and a lot more enemies over the past 5 years, a lot of these friends have now quit, left, some I've entirely lost contact with. I've no longer got the drive in me to play on this server and actually enjoy it. I stopped enjoying it a long time ago. I had actually quit quite a long time ago too, but still was around on an OOC aspect. I've wronged people, doing what I thought was right, and to those people I apologize. I've had countless memories on this server associated with several different people. I started playing when I was 14 and now I am 20, from the Undead, to Dwarves, to Orcs then lastly to Oren. I have nothing against anyone on this server, that all dies from this post. I wish you all the best of luck.
- Arteh. )
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"Ignorance is preferable to error, and he is less remote from the truth who believes nothing than he who believes what is wrong."
Remarks Ser Otto
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The Defiance of Ser Otto
“Is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?” - Ser Otto ‘The Bloody’ upon hearing of the Staunton Uprising
Upon hearing the grave news of his liege lords treacherous intent, Ser Otto ‘The Bloody’ of Metz realized he had no other choice but to defend the legacy of Lotharingia from his mad lord. Acting on his own accord he called upon the Nauzicans, Legionaries and Waldenians to seize the bastion of Metz, closing off the gates and seizing control of the city & palace. Out of the love of his countrymen, Ser Otto refused to spill Lotharingian blood in a land he held so sacred to his heart. Ser Otto pleaded with his countrymen to listen to reason, and settle down their arms. The forces accompanying Ser Otto quickly seized control of the garrison within Metz, placing them under arrest in the dungeons. With a mix of pride and shame, he falls to his knees before the throne of Lorraine, deciding to follow his morals over his liege lord.
“A son of Augustus bending to the whims of those who transgress him is not worthy to call himself the son of Augustus.”
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