Icarnus

Leufroy gazes upon the man as he'd set off, offering a brief nod before turning back, "Benediximus."

hey mom, is this still active?

*smirks savoyardly

sleep well my sweet prince

Leufroy would be trotting on his horse, abruptly coming to a halt as he gazes down upon the parchment Pepin had passed him. "Lol."

Leufroy would sit, seated at his desk, scouring the parchment he'd drawn up. Lifting his head and offering Pepin a solemn gaze, a small tear would begin down his cheek. He'd squint, pursing his lips before turning and briskly casting the papers into the flames. "Where's my armor." he'd demand

I agree with the majority of what's been said today, and I think it puts us a step forward. Before we were shifting around in an awkward silence, and as much as people say "Ah! End of lotc" or Tahmas claims we're at a loss for hope, we've got some **** to get done.

And as much as I hate to say it, many people are solely reliant on this for entertainment. Go ahead, call them losers are you want but they live and breath this. Sitting back and watch it go to hell is injust to the server and community as a whole.

Admins, GM's, devs, staff, do your ******* job

"Hmm, quite interesting indeed." Leufroy would ponder at the thought of reformation as he taps his fingers on his desk.

A peasant screams from his dirty hovel in Metz "Why no supply Lorraine eh?"

I think we should all take a moment in gathering to say a brief prayer. "Dear lord, spare Courland with whatever mercy is left at hand after they are destroyed."

An aging Courlandic Admiral casts his vote, glancing around as he hurries off.

1600

Ludolf raises his glass to the sound of northern horns. Looking to Henry Otto "Ah, seems the Barbanov's are in their rightful place once again, I'm sure you're pleased." He'd speak, hinting a firm grin "Long live the king!"

Pepin Augustus hears the news "Yet another ally to the cause. Those fake northerners are doomed!"

Its not about the size of the boat, its the movement of the waves 

"Who the **** are you?"

Says an old Savoyard

A northern peasant sat huddled up outside a monastery door. Urging church scholars to translate the writing in which his illiterate self cannot make out. As he was taken aback by what was said, he'd grab the parchment and cast it down, pissing on it. "Dirty mongrels, shall feel the wrath of my ice cycle. 

Courland? ?

"Glory to god, these imposters of faith shall be slain." Ser Christophe states from upon horseback as he hears the news "For God and Country."

32 minutes ago, TomiMaFox said:

[[RP]]
Given Name: Richard 'the Second'
Family of Origin: N/A
Years of Age: Twenty One
Province of Origin: Johannesburg/Crownlands
Prior Occupation: Mercenary
Battlefield Experience: Experienced warrior, capable swordsman
Reason for Interest: Loyalty to God above all else, love for the church and religion
 
[[OOC]]
Username: TomiMaFox
Skype ID: tomi.marttinen

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Ser Christophe readies himself as he dons his new tabard clad in the cross of the Sepulcher. "Forever shall god reign among men of the living."

-snipped-

Pepin Augustus de Bar pens a letter in a shady black ink. His minuscule handwriting barely legible.

"You're the hero of god Clement II!"