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"The wisdom of our elders tempers the fire of our youth." Vane sighs "A bright star has blinked out of existence and the light in the night has grown even dimmer." Vane shakes his head, leaning back in his chair and grabbing a bottle from his desk, holding it up to his lips before realizing it was empty. "Although I am sure she will be found worthy by the Father and admitted to his halls, that one will buy us centuries at least with the way she raged against the dark." he says letting the bottle fall to the ground.

Vane looks to the missive "Faith shall lead us into the light during these dark times."

Vane held the smashed helmet before him in his hands "He should be the one who has this, even in death." he says placing it on the table, a worthy gift for his journey to the Father's Halls.

Vane stands resolute before the old kings body, his hands clasped behind his back as he recalled all that was taken from him in his past 25 years of constant unbroken war. He thought to the caves beneath Varhelm where Sven had been taken away by the creatures of the dark, Hali Kvitravn who was executed by the Skanarri after surrendering, His own eye, which had been left dangling by the Svarling hordes, Aedan Faretto's legs, which had been stolen and eaten by the cannibalistic Svarling warriors. Vane let out a low sigh, he knew this was but just one of many to come.

"With every step, Norland grows stronger." Vane says smiling

Vane nods to himself after reading the letter "We will be there." he says aloud to his council.

I know that the extent of our interactions was when I yelled at you and the other mod managers in the staff discord for being incredibly wrong about the bans and infractions given during that skirm that ended up traveling through the east hub, however you are probably the only mod manager in there at the time who was present, open minded, and cordial, and I respected that, staff management lost a rare good one today.

Vane tries to count on his hand the number of Svarlings he killed that day, counting more than ten he looks over "Mind if I borrow this?" he says grabbing a dismembered hand from one of the numerous bodies littering the ground in Varhelm. Vane lets out a long drawn sigh "That's a lot." he drops the hand on the ground as he watches Aedan wheel around in his new wheelchair yelling at the children of Varhelm.

Vane stood in the square before the great Ashwood tree, as he began to stroll through the square he noticed the smoke was not from the venerated and smoldering tree, but far off in the distance, he knew not the source, only that such was a sign of something terrible to come. Clasping his hands behind his back Vane walked briskly to Lee who was in the middle of training new Northguard recruits "There appears to be a matter that requires our attention."

Vane rests uneasily in his throne, an attendant changes the bandage wrapped around his face, peeling it off to reveal the hollow socket where his left eye used to be. "It will be good to have a distraction." he groans as the attendant wrapped a new bandage around his head.

Vane turns to look at Aeden Aidan Aedan with his one good eye, "You know, you and me put together now... we make one whole head." He says offering a pained chuckle that turns into coughing fit. "Ohhh..." He groans "It was good to fight alongside all of our betheren in the north, perhaps one day we can become a united force for the defense of the realm." He says idly bringing his hand up to where his left eye used to be. "Knowing these svarlings, it may be the only thing that can save us all." The injured king lets out a strained sigh trying to think of what could be done, if anything to stifle these Northlander Barbarians "This must be what those Southlanders think of us..." he chuckles silently to himself "Except in our case it true."

IGN: Gordon0 RP NAME: Tyrone Greengrow Tyrone takes a ticket from his good friend at the mareno keep, looking for good loot he smiles "I hope ah win!"

As a frequent smith of Daemonsteel, i've gotta say, current Daemonsteel makes literally zero sense, this brings Daemonsteel up from a joke to something realistic. +1

It should probably be noted that most if not all of the rimetrolls left the rimeveld and moved just northwest of Varhelm, the capital city of Norland to make a new city under Norlands protection.

Can't wait for the balance update where they balance crafting requirments!

King Vane yawns, going to take a nap in the Kitchen in the tavern, as per his tight napping schedule "I guess they were so mad they lost the other day that they had to cope about lying about my leading a force of norlanders against them."

Vane takes the purse of mina happily "I like money" he states simply

King Vane jumps off the table "Just built different." he nods heading to the tavern for a cold brew and to give his homies a kiss goodnight.

Vane smiles giving a thumbs up "Now this is epic"

Vane makes sure that all of those who would call themselves bounty hunter, man-catcher, or tracker know that this bounty is sanctioned by the Kingdom of Norland and that Rosalind Vildr is hereby declared an outlaw, to be brought to justice by the Keepers of the Red Faith according to the Norlandic code of law.

A true father to Norland, Vykk prepares his writings to educate the new generations of their history and culture "I am proud to see Norland as it is today, overcoming adversity at all turns and thriving."

Vane grumbles opening his pouch and retrieving five marks "A hundred mina..." he says to himself "I shoulda said twenty angry Oranians, Father knows those southernors can't control themselves..." Vane slaps the marks into Edrics hand "Spend it in good health." he says bitterly.

"Always lovely to read a newspaper with integrity." Vane says smiling

Vane shakes his head "I've never met either a bigger liar or a dumber creature in my entire life." He says crumbling up the letter that had made it way to his hands "This Inui marched up to me and told me they were a banished warcriminal and then refused to leave Varhelm after they had been given every opportunity, only after hours of polite discussion did I order the guards to arrest her." He curls his lip "What a despicable attempt to sow discord in Norland." he says spitting.

Vane sweeps the papers from his desk in frustration before composing himself with a deep breath in "I should've bought more O'Hara wine..." he says slumping down into his chair.