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Captain Erik Othaman goes to the grave of Sergei Othaman as he knelt down, planting a flower at the base of the headstone "Why did vy take that duel... I told vy that vy would lose it and here vy are. But at least vy death was nie in vain. The man who killed vy is now an Azdrazi and exiled abroad." Erik wiped a tear from his eyes as he stood up, giving the fallen man a final salute before pacing away at a solemn, slow pace. @GhostSHTR

Captain Erik Othaman snickered as he raised a tankard of Carrion Black to lips, letting out a sigh. Leaning back in his chair, he'd simply nod at his Lieutenant's words before clearing his throat. "These fools haven't the foggiest idea of what they're doing aside from rattling their sabres... or rather magic branches... as loud as possible. When push comes to shove, I have doubts on their willingness to act out their cruelest fantasies." "Though should they stop putting on that damned silly face paint and attempt to harm our citizens, they will find themselves caught between the never-ending ranks of the Imperial State Army. I shall personally lead the 4th Brigade on an ear-collection campaign should these radicals grow a pair." "The ball is in their court... and I think they will drop it."

Captain Erik Othaman of the Swint's Guard smiles as he proclaims his support for the Azdrazi Inquisition. He'd note to himself to send a letter to the Koeng @Xarkly about 4th Brigade cooperation. "Vy can lower the crossbow now, vy Imperial Majesty." @BenevolentManacles

Sir Erik Othaman smiles lightly as the missive landed upon his desk. He would go to pin it up on his wall of new Orenian treaties. "My my my, there is quite the diplomatic fervor these past two years. How exciting!"

Sir Erik Othaman grins as he rallies the Fourth Brigade to his call, making his way to the Emperor's chamber for a brief lecture on Azdrazi purging.

"I'm... oppressed?" The Count Othaman mused audibly before looking to Count Ruthern, his expression confused.@Imperium

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Sir Erik Othaman is happy with this economic advice. With fullest confidence, he invests his vast sums of money into upgrading the infrastructure and resource output of the northern Orenian Empire. "I love money." he'd state simply.

"AGH, SHOULDERS!" cries a good canonist as he destroyed the missive quickly.

Erik Othaman chuckles as he reads the missive over Mortimer's shoulder. "These palace folk way overpriced these brigands. Ah well, I'll take the money all the same."

((Time was moved to 2 PM EST on Monday!))

The Brigade’s Blessing ~4th Brigade Soldiers being blessed by High Pontiff Tylos I, circa 1825~ “I swear to be true to the Emperor and the realm and not to maintain silence about any evil that I may know which is being contemplated against them.” The atmosphere in the barracks of the 4th brigade was quiet and solemn. The soldiers that were there checked their equipment one more time to ensure that any blemishes were removed and that every inch of their armor was polished. Finally, a lone voice broke the eerie silence. “We are ready to march!” shouted Lieutenant Velu. “I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of the Empire and the Orenian people that comprise it.” The column of armored men departed from the Bastion in solemn silence down the winding streets of Providence. With each step they contemplated their oath. With each step, they contemplated their faith and their mission. With each step, they reaffirmed in their hearts their duties as Imperial Guard. “I swear also not to eat or drink with traitors and not to have anything in common with them,” “Halt!” commanded Lieutenant Othaman as the formation of brigadiers came to stop at the front of the Cathedral. After a moment, the Othaman stepped forward from the column and spoke to his comrades. “We are the final line of defense for this Empire. This fact is not lost on any of you as you reaffirm this obligation every day. But what we must remember is that we are all children of GOD. This should never be lost on us.” “And always to defend the honor of the gentlemen I serve.” “Upon passing through these doors, his Holiness shall bless us and our blades. His words are that of GOD’s so take his blessings to heart. This shall serve as a reminder and a reaffirmation of your oath and your obligation to his Imperial Majesty, his Holiness, and GOD.” “This I swear by the Holy Scrolls.” The Imperial State Army invites all of the Canonist faith to join us at the Providence Cathedral on the 14th of Harren's Folly. The soldiers of the 4th Brigade shall present themselves before his Holiness, Tylos I and reaffirm their holy mission. ((Monday 2 PM EST.)) Volens et Potens! Sir Erik Othaman Acting-Commander of the 4th Brigade Sir William Darkwood General of the Imperial State Army

"So when do you think they will go for round 11?" The Count of Valles chuckled to Zita @Fie as he read over the Treaty of Providence. "The score card says 10/0 in Oren's favor. I like those odds."

Agreed. And that's why there is the stipulation at the bottom of the application where if one party does not consent to musketry RP, then it reverts to crossbow mechanics. I think Hanrahan's intention here is that it is a CSGO retexture of the crossbow into a musket.

--Except for the fact that there are people outside the Orenian playerbase who want this. Hearts out to my Haeseni firearm gurus.

Actually, I really like that idea tbh

What's sad about this is that 1/2 of these comments are just gonna be "I hate Oren" rather than actually providing critical feedback. That being said, so long as they operate the same as crossbows then I dont see the issue. +1

The aging Count of Valles read the missive as he scratched his wrinkled chin, leaning back in his wooden chair. There was much to contemplate over the past year. "These MRA lads really do have a rather unconventional stance on warfare." He'd note to himself. "The simple fact of the matter is that the deaths of Norlanders was brought entirely upon themselves. So many lives would have been saved if the King did nie declare war. But he did, and his allies have all left him for dead. He had a choice to surrender and cease these hostilities, however he has failed to do so." "How can a nation who claims to be a great power fail to protect its own citizenry from a few poorly equipped rabble-rousers? I guess they didn't expect that people from both sides suffer in war, not just the enemy." He'd scoff at the ridiculousness of the whole affair. "Next time, don't declare war."