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Wolfgang de Vilain went to visit the Mareno's grave, giving it a good scrub and a wash. Finishing it off with some freshly picked flowers. He pat on the grave, murmuring to it: "I know, I know."

Malcolm Gant sat in the Haeseni clinic for quite some time. Seconds, minutes and hours passed as he sat numb. He reminisced about the awful things he said about his sister that day in the square of Karosgrad. Overwhelming grief and guilt flooded his head, and stomach. He is not new to death, nor to executions. Both of those were ideas he had accepted as soon as Haense officially went to war. But this was different. He never realized how different it would be when it was his own kin's blood on the executioner's blade. The blood of someone you have spent countless hours messing around and having fun, going to foreign nations to pick the grapes from their vineyards without being spotted or even starting a fight with the Rutherns at the docks. The Gant knew this had to happen, that it was bound to happen. His sister went off with the enemy and paid the consequences of doing so. He should be angry at her for leaving. He should be proud an enemy was slain by the Kingdom. He knew she was that enemy to the Kingdom, but he only felt grief.

"Took you guys long enough." Wolfgang de Vilain smiled brightly as he read the missive, heading up north to go show Marius the missive.

GANG'S FAVOURITE CANDLES

“They coulda been ah lil’ more crea’ive with th’ scrip’s they wri’e fer their prisoners. They’re good a’ patrollin’ th’ roads fer fresh recrui’s, bu’ nothin’ else et seems.” Malcolm Gant murmurs to those at the Haeseni clinic after getting his shit kicked in. ( @Salium)

"Sometimes ah wonder if people are born with spines nowadays. Because clearleh this one wasn'." Malcolm Gant said to no one in particular

lasagna or nah

(there are too many i like rn)

"Ah be' ye th' Adrians will wonder why we are makin' jokes abou' their peace deal after they raided our citeh." Malcolm Gant chortled to himself before going back to sweeping the interior of a certain keep.

Wolfgang de Vilain scratched his head at the empty piece of paper he was given.

+1 i want more sushi on lotc (joking this actually looks really cool to play)

sometimes when i go to balian i make sure my pc is running extra hot for added effect

"Maybe the dragons were the friends we made along the way." A certain blonde man told the elf.

Malcolm Gant wiped his forehead after coming home, looking at the rally he came home with and sighed. "Ah'm goin' tae die from this one day."

“Ah suppose th’ Adrians will finalleh come ou’ their keep?” Said Malcolm Gant, whispering a prayer for the life he took yesterday.

I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wolfgang de Vilain said a small prayer for the two Varoche's whos lives were lost in the kidnapping that happened. "If making more enemies is what they wanted, then raiding Petra was a good move." Wolfgang chuckled as he armed himself.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Said Wolfgang de Vilain

"Ah am luckeh ah am no' Adrian. Ah would be ashamed tae go anehwhere else after this if ah was." Malcolm Gant grunted in reply to Alyona, dropping the couch in the right place.

agreed^ in my personal opinion i don't like the really extreme elevation found throughout the video and i'm gonna predict that some builders will have a headache to deal with when the time comes to build housing or cities upon them. the map looks beautiful otherwise.

Wolfgang de Vilain shook his fist in the direction of Minitz!