Crymson

Theroden ensures that Evyind's name is added to his daily prayers  to the AllFather.

Two weary veterans, though residing in different parts of the continent and under different obligations, have similar reactions of utter disgust upon reading the missive. Haense has fallen far and become the world police that the once proud nation used to fight.

Theroden set about gathering supplies for the days to come "Another strong response. Thus shall ever be the fate of brigands and warmongers."

“Irehearts never learn. I do hope some dwed recall the lesson of the Krag and do not follow them to decimation though. Either way, the father’s will stands.” Theroden nods solemnly upon reading his king’s response.

Artyom's spirit rests easy in the Allfather's halls, glad Odin did not truly hold ire against him for the diplomatic incident long ago.

A weary veteran allows himself to shed a tear at the peacemaking king's final departure. From proud Varhelm to Solheim's shores, Norland had been home to him. It had been Odin who allowed him to return home after his mistakes, something he was not sure he truly deserved. And so Theroden raised a mug towards the sunset. "Allfather guide you, peacemaker."

Theroden nodded solemnly as he finished reading the missive. "A good man and a truly great ruler. I did not always agree with his choices, allfather knows, but his heart was in the right place. I shall pray for him."

A far flung cousin thinks briefly on the path he might have walked. Part of him would always belong with Norland, though he knew not if he would ever return there. Memories of meeting Styregg return to mind alongside concerns for his own brother. "Perhaps I shall see them again, one day."

NAME: Glynfir Aevaris

RACE: High Elf

AGE: 289

GENDER: Male

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Theroden mourns the princess privately, adding her name to his daily prayer to the AllFather. “She was truly a beacon of hope and our people have few enough of those. Another Ruric gone before her time.”

Theroden sits alone with his thoughts, the only sound being the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against the sword he holds. Words were not needed in cases such as this. The old ways were clear on what action needed to taken. A debt of vengeance owed.

Theroden nodded solemnly. "A feud of such magnitude can only be answered in blood. I shall ride with you to set things right, countryman."

As the rumors spread, Glynfir muses upon what might truly result. Most of all, he remembers Vytrek. “Perhaps your dream is not truly gone after all, kae llir.”

Hali nodded solemnly upon hearing the news. "You reap what you sow."

Glynfir had been dealing  with his own mounting concern about Raziel. Unclear on most of the details, it felt as if all he could truly do was worry. He promised himself he would always protect the family that took him in, but it was becoming less and less certain that he would be able to succeed with yet another realm falling apart. Late nights and booze offered no answers, but perhaps some reprieve from guilt. “Damn you, Amethil. Where did you go? I’m sorry, Astryn.”

Hali Black laughs “The only time an Adrian isn’t lying is when they’re asleep or dead.”

Hali nods solemnly upon finishing reading the missive. "As much as I was looking forward to peace, I am glad a stand has been taken against the false duke."

Hali Black clung to his resolve to repay the debt to the home which had given him so much. Though fear and gloom threatened to overwhelm his spirit, the ember of hope would not go out this day.

Hali sneers, tossing the missive into a fire. "Treason shall only ever be met with steel. For Sigismond. For the innocents terrorized by your war. Write all the hypocrisy you wish."

Hali Black nods as he reads the missive in the Minitz tavern. "A sensible offer of clemency. More than many among their ranks deserve in truth."

Theroden snorted as the missive circulated to the pagan kingdom in question. “Perhaps not all canonists are idiots. Not that I expect that they’ll be competent enough to do anything meaningful about this.”

A son of Oliver Black read the missive with a melancholy smile. Once, he had butted heads with Ser Uther and though they parted as friends, he stayed behind. Now, drinking in the Minitz tavern, he wondered if he had made the right decision. His gaze went to the fine blade at his side, a gift from the very same Ser Uther, which had served him well. Ultimately, he raised his tankard and muttered to himself. “Fair winds and good fortune, Ser. Keep my parents alive, eh?”

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Full Name: Hali Black

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Adunian

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Hali prepared for his first war, not having any idea what to truly expect. He trusted in his friends beside him though and had the confidence of youth on his side.

Memories of the frozen tundra and many fights against tough odds, which were often followed by copious drinking at the tavern. Haense had been a wild time for Glynfir. The first time he had truly resided outside of Haelun'or. Above all of these memories, one stood out. A debt that could never be repaid, not that there had been a chance to do so. Friedrich had sheltered them and sworn that they would always be protected. Though Glynfir had not always felt that he was truly considered Haenseni, Friedrich had always made him feel that he was indeed.