Crymson

Theroden pins this new missive upon his wall. "Truly an age of honor and resolve has dawned despite the Horenites' best attempts to destroy us. It is always good to see more join the cause."

Theroden sets this missive in the ‘don’t burn’ pile, along with the previous Tripartite one. The Orenian propaganda having already been burned. “Good to see the truth echoing from so many sources. The Imps aren’t going to like this.”

Theroden raises yet another tankard in toast upon hearing of the victory. "Good work all. A victory to remember. They keep twisting the story but I know we'll keep ensuring that the truth is known. Iron from Ice!"

Theroden raises a tankard upon receiving the news. "And so the reckoning has already begun. Woe to the Horenites. Iron from Ice!"

Theroden smiles after reading the missive "I truly am beginning to think that there may be hope for the House of Horen after all. This one's heart certainly seems to be in the right place. Perhaps there can be an end to Orenian atrocities once we've gained victory in this great struggle."

Ever since Orin informed him of Viktor's passing, Theroden had felt a sense of profound loss as he hadn't in a long time. He ultimately decides to have a drink and quietly reflect for a time at his current home, so far away from Varhelm. He muses to himself as if Viktor were present to hear him. "You're an example I've always tried and failed to follow. You believed in me when I had no belief in myself. You advised me as best you could when I felt at odds with my faith. Even when I decided to abandon the Purifier order before my final trial, you didn't blame me like you could've. I don't know if I'll be deemed worthy to enter the Allfather's Halls when I pass on, but I know you're already there. So, if we don't get to share a drink in the afterlife, here's one final toast to you." Theroden then raised his glass of ale and drank. ((Absolute props to you Hyperdron. The Order was a lot of fun with you at the helm and it left a big impression on me in return. I'll always wonder that too, such is rp.))

Theroden scowls upon reading the missive. "Craven. The Silver Lubba cannot force me to stop fighting Oren. No one can. This changes nothing."

Petrel shook his head. "Looks like these folk didn't learn their lesson the last time we scattered their raiding party. I suppose it's time to teach them yet another lesson."

Theroden smiles as he reflects on the victory he participated in. He feels peace of mind he’s not had in a long time. “I swore I would see vengeance had for the War of Three Kingdoms. Now, such is truly within grasp. Long live the Tripartite Coalition. Iron from Ice!”

Artyom sighs. “And so the storm begins. I had hoped it would niet come to this but I will never of back down.”

When the news was announced, Artyom found words difficult as he rarely had before. It was not so easy to articulate who Daibhidh had been to him. He’d taken Artyom in at a time when the Rosik had barely anything to his name. He’d had just enough to pay for a lodging and a few tax cycles. Daibhidh had always been a friend to him, ensuring that there was paying work available to him. Artyom had even served as an unofficial advisor to the Jarl at times. “I will of do all I can to help your family as I have tried to help you, my friend. Rest easy. You will niet be forgotten.”

Artyom prepares his equipment and his gaze is ever wary of threats to himself and his fellow denizens. “I have niet ever been of the overly skillful in combat. But a Rosik niet runs. Whoever these folk are, they are of the mistaken if they think they can take what we’ve worked so hard to build for ourselves out here.”

Artyom raises his tankard as he reads the missive while in the Dùnrath tavern. “It is of the good that more hardworking folk are joining us. The opportunities are without limit. So, here is to those of the having a strong enough will to seize those opportunities.”

Theroden shakes his head at the news, chuckling. "I keep missing all of the major fights. Seems like the Orenians might manage to lose entirely before I see much of the war. I must say I expected more from them."

A certain mercenary chuckles, muttering a phrase from a forgotten past war. "ISA...ISA. How many babies did you slay today? Sounds like not so many these days. You struggle in real fights."

Petrel grins widely upon hearing of the return of the order. It was a tie to the great warriors of old and serving would be quite an honor. He ensures that an enlistment form is received from him. "The Svarlings had best start running now. A new age is beginning. Iron from Ice!" Name: Petrel Volaren Race: Elf Age: Unsure really Notable Feats: Fought against the Svarlings and the Sirens. Current Residence: Barracks (OOC) MCName: RetiredGoon Discord: CrymsonBlade#9727

Glynfir was somewhat caught off guard upon receiving the news. He had suspected that they might retire entirely at some point, but had not anticipated that such a time had arrived. The news caused him to reflect on his own journey. The fall of the Republic had presented him with a choice that he had originally wanted to avoid making. The choice could not be ignored of course. It had only been through the kindness and patience of Ellisar and Aestenia that he had made the right choice and fled to Haense to join them. He had gained more than just a safe haven however. Adoption into the Aevaris Talonnii had given him something he'd never had before, a family. They had also taught him what a family truly was, never failing to be there when he'd needed aid. These memories brought a rare smile to his countenance. "Good for you both. None deserve the rest more. You know you can find me around if needed. Retirement has never suited me."

Glynfir allowed a wide grin to cross his face for the first time in a long while. Haense hadn't forgotten. Justice was still to be pursued. The Republic would be avenged. A brief wave of regret did cross his mind for those he had known and served alongside who remained within the Silver walls. Leaving all one had ever known wasn't easy. He hoped they would see the truth before it was too late.

Petrel signs his name, hoping to at least gain some helpful fighting practice. RP Name: RetiredGoon IGN: Petrel Volaren

A lone figure halted in his wanderings as the letter arrived. This had not been expected. A summons from kin. Petrel had been content to forge his own path for some time now. Yet, this was worth following, and so he altered his course. It was time to go home.

Theroden shakes his head in disgust as word spreads of the true depths of Imperial savagery. Seated in the tavern, his gaze moves about to the gathered denizens, peaceful folk who simply sought to live their lives without fear. "This is why there can be no compromise with the Horenites. Their claims of a righteous war are only a mask, a lie used as an excuse to terrorize innocents. What manner of peace can ever be achieved with such folk? Mayhaps if they would at the least acknowledge the misdeeds of their hired blades, one could respect some of them." He shakes his head as he muses further. "No, not even that would be enough. There must be recompense, though it won't fully repair what's been done."

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