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  1. still 1-1, got unfinished business...
  2. The March Of Morsgrad Writ 1734, documented at the hand of Lyanna “Woe to the foe that would meet the combined Nordish-Renatian forces in battle,” -Balerion Mournstone, 1734. The glow of the rising sun in the west radiated against the mountain-city of Morsgrad, an orange gradient piercing out against the dark canvass; illuminating the grand city below. It is a peaceful setting, to watch the sun-rise - it is at this point many in the world find tranquility in observing such. Yet, in stark contrast this tranquility did not extend its luxuries out to the men of Morsgrad for their city was bustling with activity: stable-hands feeding their horses, blacksmiths hammering away at the chipped metals and soldiers practising their formations with a strong fervour. A figure would emerge from the grandiose palace that acted as the mantlepiece for the settlement, his aura commanding nought but authority as the activities taking place dwindled within - for all would pay attention to this figure. All it took was a simple word that carried such meaning and strength behind it. “War.” It was all these war-hardened men needed to hear, for the men of Norland & Renatus had been through countless campaigns and it was not long ago the two fought side by side to face off the Marnan scum when they came marching. An assortment of banners ranging from Red to Purple were hoisted, supplies were packed and it was time for the people of Morsgrad to once more prove their military might. Some weeks later, the men of Morsgrad had found themselves marched upon the Imperial War Camp that would host the meeting-point for the campaign to come. The horns were sounded, the men trained and the generals prepared. The Imperials had named this in the sense of justice, but these men knew differently - to them, it was sport.
  3. only true rivalry was flay v teuts, nothing compares
  4. “’ere we gow, ‘ere we gow, ‘ere we gow!” An enthusiastic red-skinned Raguk would shout, amidst the dark caverns.
  5. Well, what’s your name? “Mikias Tamrat.” Aye. And from whence do you hail? ”I come from the Isle of Rhen and have made landfall near the fledgling city-state of Rubern. At the moment their Prince has allowed me to stay as a honored guest.” Alright, alright, that’s a fine place this time of season. How many years have you lived? ”I believe it’s been four seasons since I’ve arrived since on this continent of Arcas, I’ve met many a folk around the area that time seems to simply fly by!” he’d state with a chuckle. Got it. Your ethnicity, good man? I can’t make it out. ”That is strange...” he’d look to his dark complextion before feeling his dreadlocks atop his head, he’d then smile, “I am from the southern parts of Rhen, known to many there as a Rudran.” Mmm. I never would have expected it. Are you literate? ”It is common among my people to uphold scholarly activities compared to our northern neighbors, back home. I believe I know my around the pen and paper, along with word of mouth.” Good, that won’t hurt you. Do you have a wife at home, or children? ”Mh, I had a wife, though she died whilst giving birth to a stillborn, I was young back then. I didn’t even know until after I had returned from my contract of mercenary work. Nai, ne effendi. I no longer have a home or wife since arriving here. I’ve left all that behind.” They call Sixtus the Third ‘the Lewd’ for having two bastards. Don’t be like him. Have you got anything against taking oaths? “A man is nothing if he cannot keep to his word. Mitras as my witness, I’ve never broken my word.” You’re all set. I’ll have this filed away to the Prelate at once. He’s all the way off in Pembroke, at least a day’s trip. Give him a while.
  6. Brother Rafael looked to the stary night sky over the town of Rubern, smiling. The future for Rubern was that of prosperity, but not without many trials ahead. Rafael prayed that the Young Prince would be granted the fortitude to see this come to fruition.
  7. Vulf wishes he could kill some elven mages...
  8. Vulf rolls off a few boxes, falling with a muffled thud, “Ow...” he’d grumble, not noticing the hurried pace that has washed over his home, Brannby.
  9. "Sometimes a lesson is best taught twice..." remarks Vulf, as he hears of the planned invasion on his home by the Orenians... AGAIN.
  10. honestly nothing will come of this as this is just a repetitive cycle. The only thing that will really effect the server is if people stopped playing and moved on. But this is LOTC everyone’s an addict.
  11. who’s ready to get drafted for the iran war :DDDD

    1. Skyrunner

      Skyrunner

      As ready as I was in 2008, 2011, and 2012, as ready as I was against North Korea in 2013, Russia in 2014 and 2015, ISIS in 2016 and 2017, and Russia again in 2018.

    2. Skylez1

      Skylez1

      airman [redacted] reports as ordered
      lets drop some warheads on foreheads

  12. “2,600.” Says a more eager boat-man.
  13. “2,200.” Another boat enthusiast states.
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