Nowak

one day we shall escape, just need to find the next big rp platform

I should've left in Aegis

"Matka, ja can join?" The young Julian would plead to his mother, wanting more fun.

SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW!!

A southern landser would sing to himself, voice full of a longing sadness. The ever haunting pass, memories flashing before one’s eyes on the long trek north. “Green and blue I dress, Eagle on my chest, glory to… glory to…” The words would drift upon the wind, a lingering solemnity upon the echoes of his feelings. The man’s loyalty to a once friend, to ones people, crumbling with ever thump of the hoof. “They called for unity… for the faith… yet divide is the only thing shown in their eyes… From coronation to coronation… a year full of faults, a structure built upon a peoples dream… Shown through the swords laid bare upon the church, upon their so called faith… for no reason…” Bits and pieces of the man’s once polished armour trail the roadside, each representing a faithful memory, one that belongs to the past. OOC: Much love to the community I returned to lotc with, but even with all the love my character feels betrayed and faith broken. Thanks for all the fun, hopefully we don’t meet on the battlefield in the near future. Bruce of Savoy

"For the Faithful shall Prevail!"

"GOD Bless!" The old savoyard would mutter as he passed the northern pass

"Green and Blue I Dress, Eagle on My Chest, Glory to Freimark! O... Glory to Reinmar as Well!"

"They call for Unity! They call for Humanity! Rallying for the faith?" The man would shout to any that passed him on his trek "Imperial schemes at their best, to control the faith and church of the people! Do not heed the words of this false, Michael, Iblees is his name."

"Green and blue I dress, Eagle on my chest, Glory to... Glory to..." The man would mumble, slowly packing his bags for the long ride

"Faith and humanity they call for! Unity for man! Unity for Faith!" The man would yell from the outside of the church. "Full of force, full of swords, a throne room turned to sin at the false claims of a unliked Barclay Bishop! Imperial Schemes at their best! FOR THE FAITHFUL, FOR THE LIARS!!"

Promises of freedom, of change… A peoples hopes and souls stomped by the soles of their once Prince. Knelt on our hearts, our names, our pride. Once a day sought with celebration, a day full of joy. The Duke and Duchess returned from overseas. Court held, decisions made… Yet were they the decisions of the people? Or the decisions of the shadows, ghosts that show no face till interests are shown? They say it was for the faith, for humanity, to replace an disturbed decrepit on the throne. War with the dwarves? Is this really what our people wanted? Did any of us have a genuine interest in the lands of Oren? Installed the old government, Imperials filled with problems and cracking at the seams, yet we are supposed to fix their problems? A Duke that ran at times of trouble? A Prince, vanished for half a decade, saying one was traveling,yet still thinking he knows the wishes of his people? A Principality built on being against the ideals of Oren, with it’s Prince embracing the very thing we wanted to escape from. I am ashamed to have once called you friend, comrade, even prince, and hope you don’t regret the choice you made for the Savoyard people. Written by a depressed Savoyard Loyalist, Hopes and Dreams of Freedom from the Empire Destroyed.

Wait i still don't see the ages. He asked an age, the person said 20, above the age. if they said under 18 i'd have agreed. maybe im missing some evidence but I don't see the cause for a post

I love you Steven

skin: Semi-Armoured bid: 30$USD discord: Monke#8221 @MrIronThing sorry i only got cash 🙊 cant buy mina with cash so cash i use

Will miss you dearly bro. Freedom at last

The man would get wind of the news, his northern friends being through alot of the last couple of years. "May God look over his family.... God Bless." He would sign the lorraine with a lone sigh.