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Sir Victor b'Aruk gasps as his glistening orbs flickered over the shocking missive, his wig nearly dropping from his head. "Good 'eavens.. 'aense truleh 'as nae 'onour. So much for Fidei Defensor," he said for the 10th time today, setting the missive ablaze and trudging back into the kitchen to receive his daily beating at the hands of his wife.

"IT'S A TUVMAS MIRACLE!" shouted Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch as he joyfully skipped around the Tuvmas Tree in Karosgrad!

Dagger-Ear, (@Minuvas)

I write to you not as a Knight of Hanseti-Ruska, but as a man of honour. While I do not care in the slightest if my banishment is lifted, I must ask - Has The Right Honourable Joseph d'Azor seen justice for beating to death his brother in arms? If merely the act of watching the punishment of my fellow Canonist was so reprehensible, it leaves one to wonder what GODAN would think of Lord d'Azor's cowardice in murdering his subordinate to save his own hide. A man of such faith as yourself must surely be disgusted by his deeds

Though, of course, you are no faithful Canonist. You are an elven bootlicker, a traitor to your race. You and your Southern kin whine of Canonism incessantly, yet you are the worst among His flock, twisting His word whenever it suits you to hide behind it. Let it not be forgotten that the Emperor saw fit to pin the Michaelite Schism on you, dagger-ear. If His Imperial Majesty speaks truth, for once in his life, you stand in no position to speak of GODAN. 

SIGNED,

'The Beast,' Ser Viktor Baruch, Knight of Hanseti-Ruska

20 minutes ago, Taketheshot said:

Joseph d'Azor growled as he was assisted out of bed by servants, the man had barely survived, both his arms broken at the elbow, cut by rusty blades upon his arms to carve out flesh and a gaping hole where his eye had been burnt out. He remembered the moments he had been taken before the Grand King who so lovingly consorted with the men of GOD. And he remembered as the servants, and government officials, of the new supposed Fidei Defensor stood by, watched, drinking and eating with their halfmen kin as he, a devout Canonist from his first breath was tortured and abused in public. 

Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch of Haense smiles the Sun's Smile as he recounts that day in Urguan. While he took no joy in the suffering of his Canonist brother, he found it rather amusing that, for the second time before the war had even been declared, Joseph d'Azor found himself in the chains of the so-called halfmen.

Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch threw it back at the site of the fire as the ISA sifted through the rubble.

Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch set aside some tomatoes to rot.

Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch smiles the Sun's Smile, for Godan's justice will be done. :)

"Wigs go from wantin' the Pontiff dead tae singin' 'is praises within a Saint's Day," scoffed Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch as he puffed on a fat, reeking cigar. "Wondah wha' they'll backpedal on nex'..."

"GODAN," Ser Viktor 'the Beast' said solemnly, his gaze turned to the heavens. "Forgive me fer wha' Ah'm bouttae dae."

"'is own papej is murdered within the Saint's Day'ae 'im bein' proclaimed 'eir in Savoy, ye' 'e calls anothah a schemah," Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch grumbled to himself as he sharpened his blade against a grindstone. "Mus' be somethin' in those wigs."

"A nation'ae baldin' kinslayers 'as no authoriteh authoriteh tae dethrone the Pontiff," scoffed Ser Viktor 'the Beast' of Haense. "'igh time these fockin' wiggehs're reminded'ae their place in the world." He then shoved a sword into the hands of his son, Angus, rustling his hair and stating flatly, "Ye'll be seein' yer mamej an' 'er dirteh countreh soonah than Ah though'."

Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch threw his shoe at Eleanora's casket. He looked rather sad while doing so.

Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch shed a single tear, realizing he may never see the Lord Palatine's wife again. And Kaustantin too, of course. A visit to the farms was not something he could stomach. He'd spent far too much time in the fields of Valwyck, using their wheat to bake bread in order to make bread on the auction house.

"HAHA," said Viktor 'THE BEAST,' Baruch. "Duke of Shattinburg. What an idiot."

Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' smiles as he recounts selling his daughter to repay his gambling debts.

Ser Viktor 'THE BEAST' Baruch laced up his Ayr Force 1s in the Valwyck Bears locker room. 

Ser Viktor "THE BEAST" Baruch wiped a single tear from his cheek, though a smile came to his face as he realized Marj was available. 

Viktor Baruch snatched the missive from the hands of his cousin, before turning to his wife and doing the same. Double-fisting the pieces of parchment, he read over them with an empty stare. "Tha's a weddin' alrigh'..." he grumbled to himself, still unsure of this whole matter, though he soon froze upon noticing the mentioning of goat wrangling. With that, he crumpled the invites and threw them aside, shouting simply, "OH FOCK YEA!"

Viktor Baruch sat in his cramped quarters within the castle of Litchestadt, reading through the missive he held in his hands with a flat expression. Immediately after noticing his appointment as the Debut Jester, he folded the parchment into a neat square and tucked it into his coat. "Fock ye, Georgina Baruch." he muttered, as he pushed himself from his bed. With that, he set off for Providence to find himself a wig and some powder. 

Viktor snatched the papers from Eugénie's hands, reading over the column with squinted eyes. The Aryian squire puffed the cigarette which drooped from the corner of his mouth, while he used his free hand to idly poke at his newly crooked nose. "Fer fock's sake." He muttered as he noticed the depiction of himself and Eugénie dancing, promptly tossing the missive aside with a flick of his wrist. "Tha's i'. Ah'm gonnae kill mahself."

"KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!" Viktor Baruch shouted from his post at the occupied keep, hardly knowing where he was and what significance it held to the war effort. It made no difference to him, however, as the Lord Marshal had ordered it taken and Viktor was his most loyal soldier.

MC Name: Indiana105

Character Name: Fisteth Ireheart

Character Age: 211

Appearance: Fisteth wears his lengthy brown hair in a braid, often shaving the sides of his head in order to keep the hair from his dark eyes. In addition to this, he’d boast a thick beard, kept neat and cropped close to his face.

Bloodline - Feel free to contact Utak (Mickaelhz) or Axel (Lefty_Bojengles) for help: Igor

Define who you shall be related to inside the bloodline (E.g, Son of ___, grandson of ___ etc): Son of Thorgrim Ireheart.

Do you agree to follow the Clan Tenets OOC’ly and IC’ly and face the consequences for their breaking?: Yes.

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