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Aldrik Baruch raises a glass "Thought the day would never come! Now, a drink!" He'd announce at a party after the ceremony, one of his eyes watery with joy.

Ooh, ooh! I wanna be a pokeman

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A highlander would scratch his head "Now ah ain' nie 'istorian, but ah don' think farfolk are part elf."

Please god let there be an end map warzone so i dont feel like all my gear is wasted :(

"Do ye mean Quillian Serene? Ah always knew ye Palaiologos folk were special" A man would tap a finger on his desk as reads the declaration.

A northern man would shrug "Let them do the fightin' for us"

Count Aldrik would begin readying Otto's tomb, a solemn look plastered across his face.

(Coat of Arms of House Baruch and the County of Ayr respectively) 13th Snow’s Maiden, 1640 It is with utmost regret that the County of Ayr announces the death of Count Otto Baruch. His reign shall surely be remembered for generations to come. However, should one fall, another will always rise. In this case, that being the ascension of the new Count of Ayr, Aldrik Baruch. Furthermore, the House of Baruch again affirms loyalty and allegiance to the King of Hanseti-Ruska, Otto II, and the House of Barbanov. Signed, Aldrik Baruch, Count of Ayr, Baron of Laval, Riveryn, and Voron, Castellan of Jorenstadt, Guardian of the Hanseti Coast, and Knight of Haense

Ser Aldrik Baruch would head to Ayr's armoury "Ye 'ave the full support of 'ouse Baruch and the County of Ayr, sire."

"Bein' Queen of Santegia and Sultana of Haria will never work!"

Aldrik scratches his beard, offering a nod of approval "'Bout time someone takes lead, ah was beginnin' to think we were goin' to let that foolish 'king' take control."

Aldrik would stare wide-eyed at the burnt skeleton of what once was the Beaumont manor, the note he received dangling loosely in at his side.

"Who are ye again?" A hansetic man would raise a brow

"The only thing this 'thesis' does is enforce the fact that the coalition are blood thirsty warmongers. All the land the Empire currently 'olds was gained diplomatically and by our vassals consent, thus ah see nie reason an Empire of this magnitude can't exist. Also, ye claim Oren to be tyrannical and cruel, yet offer nie explanation of 'ow it is, the war was niet even Oren's war to fight! Finally, the spelling and grammar was plain awful, per'aps to be more convincin', proof read next time?" A confused northern man would state as he read over the contents of the paper in front of him.

I think I recognize the name Sadiri, but not Aphromo

A single tear of joy would run down Aldrik's eye.

Full Name: John Pasquier House Name: Pasquier Status of Blood [Royalty, Nobility, Gentry, etc.]: Nobility Titles [King or Queen, Prince or Princess, Archduke or Archduchess, Duke or Duchess, Marquise or Marchioness, Margrave or Margravine, Count or Countess, Viscount or Viscountess, Baron or Baroness, Knight or Dame]: Baron Direct Liege’s Name: Otto Baruch Amount of Levied Men: 5 Number of Citizens inhabiting any Fiefdoms: None Goods produced within your Lands: Wheat The reasonable amount of Wealth or Assets you would be able to raise for Taxation: N/A Do you, by this document, swear loyalty to the Emperor, Peter II Sigismund, and the Holy Orenian Empire until death? Do you hereby accept that treason and betrayal will be met with no clemency and that your lands shall be forfeit and repossessed by His Imperial Majesty should such action be taken?: Yes

"I'm with the Empire, my family always has been. What I don't like is men changing sides just to seek power. If they were worried about their children, they could send them into exile with someone. We do not need these unloyal men in the Empire."

"Funny how the moment a power shift occurs, weak cowards like this switch sides. They'll no doubt switch sides again some day." John Pasquier would angrily shake his head, downing a bottle of ale.

John would grunt upon seeing Franz Joseph's signature, "Still insisting on using my title I see, even after the rebellion.."

John Pasquier would sit eagerly, almost unable to contain his excitement.

John would pump his sword in the air "Ave Haense! Ave Ruthern!" He'd chant from the depths of Metterden

Finally, a Courlander with sense!" John Pasquier would proclaim from the north