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Ser Arthur Gant sat next to the grave of his sister in silence. He had buried her himself. The newly made knight stared blankly over the waters of Lake Voron, watching the waves gently roll into shore. He looked down to his hands. They shook, and her blood still stained his gloves. It was everywhere. His cloak, his boots. "I did not swing the sword," he told himself. "I am no kinslayer." It was not convincing. His throat was choked, and his face was hot. Arthur and his sister were not close, not by any stretch of the word. But they were blood. The stench of that shared blood now filled his nostrils. He pulled a letter from his belt, and it was smeared on that too. "Lorena," was all he had written before he was called upon to ride. He had planned to tell to her of his victory in the day's tourney, of his knighthood - Of home. She would never hear it now. He set the parchment on the dirt, and turned to the waters once more.

"Wha' an 'onourable strategy! Kidnappin' fresh recruits an' forcin' them all to write the same missive!" Arthur Gant said, his voice filled with despair. "'Tis a shame GOD prevents us from layin' siege, for 'ow else shall we stand to such migh'!?"

arthur gant wept for mankind

"If Canondom is swayed so easily, GOD 'elp us," said Arthur Gant, great scholar of the North, aloud. "'Twas no' more than two Saint's Days ago tha' these brigands kidnapped an anointed Archduchess. 'Twas no' more than a few Saint's Weeks ago tha' these brigands took up arms against the 'oly Mother Church and GOD's flock. The words o' some boy mean nothin'."

Arthur Gant signed the Hussariyan for the fallen former knight.

Arthur Gant signed the Hussariyan for the many slain wood elven maidens.

Arthur Gant set down his hammer, and promptly went back to sleep in his beautiful home.

Arthur Gant signed the Hussariyan for the slain child. He thanked GOD that none of the other unarmed folk were slaughtered, for all but two had been able to escape the cravenly Adrian attack.

Arthur Gant snored loudly from his manor.

"GOD BE PRAISED!" shouted the young Haeseni squire, Arthur of House Gant. "Tha' greasy weasel's no' worth the rope 'e'll 'ang from."

"Ah pray we do no' bend to these cravenly terms," Arthur Gant muttered to himself as he looked to the South. "If the Aaunishmen wish t' roll over and die, that's their business. Ah wish t' die a man, sword in 'and."

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Sir Stefan af Don af Petra, Knight of the Petra, Hero of the Petra, takes up his blade...

"A MOST WISE AN' RIGHTEOUS CHOICE BY 'IS MAJESTY THE KING!" exclaimed Arthur Gant, devout Haenseman.

"By GOD," Arthur Gant muttered to himself. The page signed the Hussariyan over his breastplate, knowing something truly nefarious was to come...

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"The 'aeseni are a spiteful people," mumbled Stefan af Don. "'e's not even the dumbest of the lot."