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Pamphlets are spread across Oren and surrounding territories, if you were to look at some this is what you would see. Here you can see the proud Akovian regiment, when duty calls they always the first to mobilize The true responding force of Orenia Every soldier needs equipment, when duty calls the blacksmiths of Oren work tirelessly to make iron and chain to protect our good boys in the field. Humanity is powerful when united, without our friends in Savoy, Oren herself would collapse under the weight of the Orcish and Dwarven hordes, they are always there, strong and unyielding when duty calls When duty calls, the Vladovs are always leading the vanguard. The ferocious raevir fight like no-other. Clad in some of the best equipment in Oren, no the world, they are a prime example of true Orenian boys. Our generals work relentlessly to formulate strategies to give Orenian boys the best chance of survival, they're always there when duty calls. The Barmy Army, when duty calls they fight, no matter the odds they always pull a win for the good boys at home. Men of Oren are known for their religious fervor, Oren being born from their canonist tradition, when duty calls, good boys of Oren will always fight for god and their faith. King Vydra, the one who united humanity once more, and destroyed the schismatic Waldenians. When duty calls, men from all over Oren will rush to his banner.

"It's nice, I guess." Lothar would shrug.

good men of raev never hurt one another..

Map sucks. Map sucks hard. It's actually a good thing that everyone wants to go off and do their own thing. No one takes care off stuff like they do their own.

Lothar Balian, Third of his Name, Justiciar of the Kingdom of Oren and esteemed Lord stood by the edges of the throne-room as King Vydra read out the missive they had received from the anonymous man. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet when the wax seal was broken, the soft crack causing him to wince. Watching as the scroll unravelled he began to rub his hands together for some warmth in the large hall. As the dreary monologue began he moved over to the main table, gently lifting a small slice of his cheese in his calloused hands and sliding it into his mouth; the soft feel of it eliciting a noise of satisfaction. Finishing the tiny morsel he returned to his former post, back resting against the cold stone pillar. As King Vydra paused for breath he took the opportunity to scan over the inhabitants of the room, sadly fewer than in a normal court session. Richard Reyne stood, vigilant as ever, and behind him a small smattering of Petrus guards, along with one or two other council members to listen to the news. Waving his hand he beckoned over Baron Fournier whom had just entered the court to his side, the pair discussing in hushed tones as the message continued to be read, the grins of several courtiers around the area widening as they began to openly mock the message. His smile continued to grow as the King read more and more aloud, the flickering torchlight giving him an eerie look, along with the rest of the court. The light casting long shadows that flickered across the room as he spoke of the ‘terrible military’ that Petrus had and their lack of enforcement in the law. “Heh, That’s cute.” Were his only words as the reading finished, the noise echoing and reverberating around the vaulted hall giving it the appearance of a hundred voices all raised in simultaneous mocking.

The Lord Treasurer will be sponsoring this competition and wishes everyone will submit their works.

I don't know a lot of people who like Ska. If you have any recordings of your band i'd love to hear them!