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Erik Berhal, Huscarl of the Brotherhood of the Golden Crow frowns from the seven skies as he went back to his house to scramble his eggs. "I do nie think we ever celebrated this... but hey! At least they're doing something original! Right?" He'd chuckle, waltzing his way over to "The Animal's" house with a satchel of oats. @Gridlock

Sir Erik Othaman, Knight Commander of the Order of Lion cheers as he read the missive, hanging it up on his wall. "And though they are many, the strength of GOD does not serve the wicked!" he'd repeat. "Tarcell... Jon... Erik... Rory... @Eddywilson2@Gridlock, look down upon the Empire and give it vy blessings. I know vy are there watching over me. I shall hold my ground and stand beside his Imperial Majesty. Should I perish... well at least I get to join vy in the seven skies. Amen." he'd murmur as he signed the Lorraine over himself.

Sir Erik Othaman scoffs as he files away the list of demands from the Khanate of Urguan. He'd nod to himself afterwards as he went upstairs to play chess with Kelhus Othaman. @Josef_Rippelberg

"Haha! I love that woman!" The Count of Valles shouted from the sidelines. @Fie

Sir Erik Othaman, the Count of Valles, is sad that his family was not invited. "This was on purpose!" he'd complain.

Karl Demetrius Barbanov read the note quietly to himself in his room as he read her full name with wide eyes. A single tear fell upon the floor as he shook his head in disbelief. After the moment of shock passed he quickly grabbed his ranger gear. Looking in the mirror, he adjusted his green woodsman outfit as he let out a sigh "I will find her. I must know what happened to the rest of my family." The young boy set out from Southbridge, a single thought in his mind. Find Nataliya.

"I love the Imperial State Army!" declared Sir Erik Othaman, Knight-Commander of the Order of the Lion and Major of the Imperial State Army.

Karl Demetrius sat down by the river in Southbridge, his fishing line cast out as he felt a tug. He'd quickly reel it back to reveal his small catch "I did it! Mister Maliman, look look!" he'd excitedly show the fish to his mentor Amthalion @BobBox. Looking over his shoulder, he'd spot his father laughing as he read a missive. The rotund Karl waddled over as he read this missive out loud. After a pause, he'd look to Maliman with a frown. "This alliance is rather silly, isn't it?"

"What can I say? We're just that good!" the child Karl would laugh as he high-fived his teammates of Team 2! @Eddywilson2 @Gridlock @Ark @6x @Imperium @Ticklem0nster @DahStalker "We Come As Crows!" "KAKAW!"

OOC SIGN UP: IRP name: Sir Erik Othaman Discord: grnappa#6709 IGN Name: grnappa Age: 79

Erik Othaman simply shook his head as he placed a hand to his face. He remembered his expulsion from his ancestral homeland and his mistreatment at the hands of mad monarchs. "Irene finally sees it... If only the rest had such resolve and bravery to speak out." The Knight would recall how he scaled the walls of Vasiland with a handful of his closest comrades and breached the Scyfling defenses. He sent a letter to the King for reinforcements that day and it was ignored. He was left to die. His life was worth throwing away. "Never again." The Othaman firmly stated. "It takes bravery to face down impossible odds. Haense was founded upon the backs of the steel-willed. Karl Barbanov @Ark, Tarcell Othaman @Eddywilson2, Rhys var Ruthern @Imperium, and many more. Those men built Haense not by rolling over when a threat came, but by standing their ground and fighting as brothers in arms." "Bravery." "Honor." "Haense would have perished had they not persisted."

Erik Othaman places his head into his hands as he lets out a jagged sigh. He recollected his more youthful years as he stood in the front ranks with the soldiers of the Barayan Company. "Brothers in Arms... all willing to lay down their lives for a common goal." Erik would remember how he stood by Ser Tiberius @Eddywilson2, a man who gave everything for the Kingdom, even his life. The Aged Othaman would remember the stories he was told about how his ancestors Tarcell Othaman and 'The Animal' @Gridlockstood atop the ramparts of Crow Keep with the Brotherhood of the Golden Crow as they fought to the last, keeping their ideals of brotherhood alive even in the face of impossible odds. They gave their lives that day. "What was it for?" Erik would lament. He would pick up an old painting of Ser Tiberius, placing a hand atop the frame "If only vy could see what vy death means to the King. The Kingdom that sacrificed so much over the centuries, built on the backs of those who gave their all, fallen to the corrupt who kill their own family on a whim."

Major Erik Othaman chuckles to himself as he finishes up his paperwork for the day, reaching for his tankard of Carrion Black. He'd lounge back in his uncomfortable, high-backed chair as he took a large swig. "I'm popular, it seems!" he'd comment to himself contently.

Battle of Robert’s Folly ~Rebel soldiers fleeing Providence after failing to rescue Robert Foltest, circa 1812~ Last Saint’s Day on the 17th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1812, our Imperial capital came under attack by a band of rebels, seeking to obtain their first victory of the war. Upon coming through the gate at the ready, using devilish tricks to have it opened, they began harassing the innocent citizens of Providence and demanding that the Imperial State Army release the Lord Helvets, soon to be put on trial for treason. Not a moment later, the Imperial State Army sprang into action and sallied out from the Bastion to face the invading force. After a few moments of taunting by the traitorous rabble, the Imperial State Army charged forward, catching the rebels off-guard and causing them to rout in all directions as they fled in terror. Ensign Caspian d’Arkent saw a prime opportunity and ordered a withdrawal to the Bastion. The retreating rebels halted in their tracks, being lured by the feigned retreat. In a moment of desperation, hoping to save face from their earlier embarrassment, the traitors charged headlong towards the Imperial soldiers. The trap was sprung. At the booming orders of the officers, the regulars quickly wheeled about and reformed ranks, causing the disorderly rebels to crash into the well-prepared Imperial soldiers, many of whom were slain on the spot. With that, the remnants completely lost coordination and broke ranks, running from their pursuers. Many more of the insurrectionists were cut down as they fled from the city in terror, the laughs and jeers of the citizenry filling their ears. Not a single Imperial Soldier was killed in this fight. The Emperor congratulates his triumphant soldiers, reservists, and auxiliaries who met this threat and turned them back in a terrified flight. As Orenians, we are strong as many. But together, we are stronger as one. Volens et Potens! Sir Erik Othaman Lord-Commissar of the Imperial State Army Alexander d’Arkent Chief of War Staff

The Activation of the Imperial Reserve Army ~An Imperial Reservist heading towards Providence to answer the call, circa 1812~ The Imperial War Office calls upon all loyal citizens of the Empire to take heed! Pressing times within our Empire demand that those who love their homeland answer the call for war and join the battle for the future of Oren. With the insurrectionists of Sedan having made their unjust cause clear, the War Office now calls upon the reservists of the Imperial State Army to mobilize for the war effort and share the spoils of victory over the Sedanites. All who have been signed on as Imperial Reservists since the founding of the Reserve Army are considered active-duty until the call for demobilization has been made. Reservist soldiers shall be required to head to the Imperial Bastion and contact an officer to be given a rank, equipment, and rations. A uniform will also be provided for those not already committed to an Imperial Auxiliary Group. After being situated, Reservists shall await orders from a superior officer or the Army Reserve Captain, Sir Ledicort d’Azor, and be ready to undergo regular training and military operations. The Emperor calls for you, Reservists. The time to show your strength in battle has come. Beat back the insurrectionists and revel in the opportunity to strike down yet another enemy of the Empire. Volens et Potens! Sir Erik Othaman Lord-Commissar of the Imperial State Army Alexander d’Arkent Chief of War Staff

The shot heard around Oran.

Major Othaman leans back in his chair, contently reading the new missive from the Lieutenant Colonel. "The time to answer the call has come, boys. Pick up vy swords and shields. March side by side as brother-in-arms to vanquish an enemy who seeks nothing but destruction."

Sir Erik Othaman cheers as he paraded through Providence with his comrades. "Once more, the Goats of Sedan are beaten back and routed from the field of battle. They have retreated from the field in disgrace and failed to claim the day for their so-called 'rebellion.' May GOD show them mercy, for the Empire most certainly will nie!" The Major smiled brightly as he clinked tankards with his comrades.

Sir Erik Othaman once more looks to the spot in his office where all the Sedan victories pamphlets are suppose to be, finding it empty. Turning to his pile of Orenian victory pamphlets, he would see a pile that was ever increasing "I thought after the defeat today they would be done. Oh well, I suppose the blood of their men mean nothing to them." The Major would shrug as he sharpened his blade, prepared to claim more victories for the Empire.

Sir Erik Othaman smiles as he set the missive next to the ever-expanding pile of Imperial victories, chuckling as he leaned back in his chair. "Even those among their ranks have realized the hopelessness of their silly cause. Come on, just roll over and give up. Less blood may be spilt that way." He'd simply shake his head as he looked to the empty spot where the Sedan victories are suppose to be.

Sir Erik Othaman, Lord-Commissar of the Imperial State Army, began laughing as he slams his hand on the desk. "I have respect for these goats. There are very few people that I know who are willing to donate so much armor at their own expense. Keep up the fight lads, we'll make use of your gracious donations." The Major grinned to himself as he hung the missive up next to the ever-expanding list of Imperial victories.

Mister Brown the Serial Toilet Obliterator nods in agreement "Yes yes! How DARE these Imperial shitstains tell me what I can and cant do. I once hit a man over the head with a plunger and they arrested me for 'assault', can you believe the AUDACITY!?" He'd shout in anger before belching.

Major Othaman chuckles as he hears of the news. "These fools really wish to keep this up? Two engagements lost and they choose to swim away in terror. God help them, for they shall need it."