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"A dying dog's howls," is all what Tarwen could state.

(( never forget the mortar shelling ))

(( yeah man under 6x and ark, fought in kraken's watch and the skirm of that forest battle ))

(( Nice post Seannie, forgot the history of the Riga war tho :< ))

Szoros the butcher to the late Arpad would greet him in the afterlife.

"Time to drain the swamp, and be rid of the pests of Atlas for good," remarked Tarwen as he'd slowly recover from a ailment. That which had prevented him from taking part in the field battle.

"Carlovac, you could use a house said, no?" Asks Tarwen to his roommate. @TankM1A2

"Blasted pox..." ------ It'd been a rough start to the new year, Tarwen had come down with boils and rashes plauging his skin. He never knew skin could be so raw before, and burn like the pits of Hades. Meekly working about the camp, donning his dirt stained linen short, with his uniformed pants of his majesty's levy. Ever so often he'd cough harshly, though that seemed muffled by the tedious sounds of war. Trees gave way to stockades. Flat arable land was toiled for all sorts of uses for camp-life, ranging from pitching tents to digging ditches for waste. "Ave Renatus," Was all Tarwen, a pox ridden lad, could stifle before violently erupting into a coughing fit.

"They did it once before." states Szoros sporting a swollen face.

yh he's good i guess.

Szoros prepares supplies for the Black Army of Ruska to march towards the front.

trying to scope out potential erp, I see jkjk

"Could just stay in service to his grace Knyaz Arpad of Ruska. Follow Rivia's example." nods Szoros as he enforces the new order in the lands of Markev.

So who won?

Ogbac performs a Roman Congratulatory Salutes.

guess im first :>

"Peace breeds weakness, war births the strong." states Szoros as he flays a strung pig.

"Woe upon the bastards of Haense, for there can only be one crow." Comments Szoros a bannerman and butcher of House Ivanovich!

"Glory be to god, for the apostate shall know fear." States a meat cutter.