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ImperialRoyalist

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About ImperialRoyalist

  • Rank
    'keaton the unbeaten'
  • Birthday 06/23/2003

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    KeatonUnbeaten
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    ImperialRoyalist
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    [email protected]

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  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    Good ol' UK.

Character Profile

  • Character Name
    Gareth Errmark I
  • Character Race
    Highlander

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  1. ((keep it dixie you dirty lincolnite))
  2. Gareth Errmark offers the Tosalis a stay in his castle if they need it.
  3. Gareth Errmark offer a respectful prayer to the Queen and Gared, from the skies, mourns the loss.
  4. ye ok
  5. Gared shakes his head from the Seven Skies, believing that his loyalty and faith in the Staunton line was unfaltering even 'til they cast him out. Gareth, on the other hand, merely saddles his horse and equips his plate.
  6. good man
  7. cool downs are ridiculous
  8. Gared drinks the sun's drink as he reads such a fabulous letter.
  9. ((skirmish? :)) @WoodenApples
  10. Dear Joseph Alexander, Me and mine have loyally served Courland since the days of the Riga War in Vailor. We have fought for you more battles than we can count. We have aided you and your line before you in every way possible, and we have never faltered or questioned our loyalty. This ends now. My uncle Gared always told me: “The two most important things in a man are honor and loyalty. Everything else is second to that.” And I always listened to him, so it tears my hearts to shreds to choose between them. But it has become apparent to me that, with what has happened, I cannot in good conscience stand by this Kingdom or its despot monarch for any longer. The slaughter of an entire vassal’s host for the crime of negotiation? True madness grips Courland this day; I feel pity only for its misguided and misled people who oppress those who would, happily, embrace them as brethren. The blood of the innocence spilt in this coming revolution - this battle for the rights of man - will forever stain the Staunton line. The Barony of Windmor formally secedes from the Kingdom of Courland. You disgrace the legacy your predecessors built with your crimes. The Creator judges you. Signed, Gareth Errmark, Count of Windmor
  11. dunamis died for our sins
  12. The black flags of rebellion fly high over Windmor.
  13. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewFBuYHldeY "That was fun." -Gared's response to the Dwarven charge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The siege was brutal; protracted and savage and without end. That rickety rope bridge which connected rock and rolling field was one moment the possession of the greedy dwed, then next that of the stalwart, brave and never-faltering Norlandic people. How many corpses littered the bridge after the great assault that day would forever be in question; what would not is the fact that each bore the arms and tabard of the people of Urguan, fierce in their desire for conquest. Roaring cannon and screaming men were their heralds, savage - if not heroic- fighters and the ensuing, horrible fight were their coming. Gared ducked suddenly in the face of a stoneshot, the great thing whistling exaggeratedly far over his head as if to signal his cowardice. It went far over the castle, and made a great spectacle of showering water over the amphibious dwed assault. They were advancing, dragging siege ladders from their rough-made boats and attempting to scale that titanic southern wall. They’d been scrambling about down there for hours, sometimes arguing and sometimes silently busying themselves about the entire scheme in hopes of finding a new method of assault. Those new mercenaries, the Dunamites, had proven themselves worth the investment. When Gared had seen that lad - Luke, Gared believed his name was - go over the edge, those wings blowing about him, he’d thought he’d never see him again, except if the dwed had made a show of flaunting the captured dead. When the scent of wildfire and acrid smoke, and the sight of that man returning through it, had made its way to the camp, they had exploded with morale. Ale served plentifully and bread broken all around. The dwarves were much too focused on fighting the flames than continuing their already weakening assault and so the garrison took to celebration and festivities. The High King himself leaned from the balcony, Gared only steps away with notables of many a faction- names such as Revlis, DuFonte, Grimlee, Ruric - and began screaming jolly profanities down upon the dwarves. The name ‘Mythdort Frostbeard’ was thrown about more than a couple times. Their cannons, swift as lightning and merciless as the rain, fired once more; the volley struck time and time again and shook the very foundations of the fortress. The High King stumbled, his guards staggered about drunkenly and Gared? He had tumbled from the wall with the railing. Chunks of stone rained down heavy into the straits to explode in a frothy, bloody splash at the bottom. The legend had died. A lone bird flew far and fast from the Krag’s walls to carry such news to the count’s heir, who was safely ensconced in the protection of his castle. But not for long.
  14. pc
  15. "lets make armour super expensive and only for the richest" server could buy recipe about 6 times over "and make it a recipe so everyone can start grinding it out!!!!!"