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  1. The Rescue; The Fight. The day started with the melancholy chimes of birds echoing throughout the serene bitter-airs of Avalain; deposited well within its confines was the Prince of Rubern - captive and barely conscious. A small grouping of rag-tag men had accumulated in a back-alley; a plan was hatched and with unanimous agreement, they had set off. Sneaking up to the palace they intertwined their lockpicks with the lock, scurrying about until they heard an avid “CLICK” resonate through the air, then the party snuck in… “Hands up!” a Lothranian Knight screamed as he barged inside, crossbow pointed towards the face of the Curonian regnant, however, as a canonist man of GOD he had sought fit to spare her and retrieved the Prince, exiting thereafter. The day for this band of men started off well, a seamless rescue mission was completed without a hitch; with that they set off in the direction of Rubern atop tattered steeds to recuperate from their hard days work. On their merry route home, they rendezvoused with two more members to join their merry band and marched onwards to Rubern. However, on their route home they came across a Haeseni patrol led by Tiberius - the man who had led the incursion ‘pon Rubern that initiated the war. It seems their day was not yet over for a fight would commence here. Blade was drawn and the fight started with the AIS band retreating a hill to take the high ground, bowing down upon the soldiers and inflicting casualties. The fight was hit-and-run on horseback for a long duration of the fight until they eventually retreated within the confines of their walls with a measly three members of their band left. There was not much else to the fight, the only highlights worth mentioning was when a man known as Harold Spencerton had claimed to be a commander of high class and was felled in a failed flank. Regardless of the boring fight, it was an effortless victory.
  2. Fennic Folly; The Dragon Knights   Admittedly, the utterances of victory vocalized by those of the Elven Union are accurate; They were triumphant last Saint’s Eve, having vanquished legionnaire forces. But alas, the Imperium will not forfeit so easily; Vengeance would be enacted -- And so it was. Iron clattered against the cobbled paths of the roads as a detachment of Dragon Knights, mounted on their steeds, streamed out of Helena’s walls. The trajectory of the Dragon Knights, who fervently lusted for Elven blood, was clear: Fenn. Tactfully planned out by Ser Darius Ault, the comrades advanced with intentions to ambush the bastion of the Elven Union’s deviant principles -- the seat of the habitually lambasted House of Tundrak. Upon their arrival, the odds were clear to all present. Imperial Forces were outnumbered: two to one. These odds were of meager importance to the Dragon Knights, the entirety of them being seasoned warriors excelling in combat. Consternation did not overwhelm these men, but excitement; A sensation like a scorching flame, only surging in magnitude as the enthrallment of a forthcoming fight remained ahead. Bellowing cries and the unsheathing of blades were prompted as the opposing sides advanced... and so it began. At the forefront of the elven horde was a temerarious Snow Elf, whose unblemished fivehead pierced the skies, such serving as a beacon to rally his ordermen. At their fronting side, were situated the imposing band of Dragon Knights, marshaled by the Grand Knight Darius Ault. Steel rendered through molten flesh and arrows pressed themselves profoundly into limbs; slackened bodies of fallen soldiers littered the snow-laden grounds. The corollary of the fray was a gruesome one to encounter; yet, not a singular knight perished this day. Despite the constant vexations that they bestowed upon the Imperium, mercy was shown to its adversaries: As he stood atop the myriad of corpses, Ser Ault, and his Dragon Knights, surveyed the Elven commander and his servicemen fleeing to imprison themselves within their walls.  “Nothing survives its touch, nothing escapes its grasp. It is a weapon of unspeakable power and unmatched devastation – a horror from a bygone age.” - Antonius I, on the Dragon Knights.
  3. I wasn't in the war but downgrade pls

  4. Thanks for the Prot 2 :D

  5. Holy **** what a roast 

     

  6. When was I warned for bad villain rp? 

  7. Recent word from the Barmy of Salami states that you are hereby denied from the Barmy Merchant Company. We do not associate with terrorists. - Barmy of Salami - Barmy Carly Welcome to the Company Barmy Boy. Report to the HQ outside Felsen for an interview sometime next Saint's Day. -Barmy Carly
  8. quazimodo smirks from behind dean0 from the shadows behind the shadows
  9. Sacrifices had to be made. 

    1. WACKO

      WACKO

      "War never changes."

  10. Can't wait to find out if I died or lived during the lag! 

    1. AlternateKy

      AlternateKy

      We're all dead on the inside from lag.

    2. AlternateKy

      AlternateKy

      - Some eastern philosopher

  11. C9... my heart

    1. meg

      meg

      they can't keep getting away with this

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