Tide1

It is amusing to me how Acre did every setup in roleplay with as little ooc in-between as possible, making it very easy to metagame their decisions in return for following the rules. But rules are subjective to this admin team.

Fee Trol. Free Cowmoonist.

"One day I will be Fidei Defensor!" Some young farmer-boy then stated upon having the news read out to him by an adult.

One Duke of Blackvale read the missive with a raised brow. "Suppose my trip to Haense will be one of familiar faces."

This iteration of Admin-Moderation team acting arbitrarily? Unheard of. Surely you jest.

"Respectable." The March of Blackvale comments.

"The Haensers seek to drive a wedge between us yet again. Let it be known, Blackvale had no hand in this."

IN AETERNUM BELLUM Let it be known to all that The Blackvale and its vassals shall not cease, nor bend to any temporary ceasefire until the terms upon which we spearheaded the war are met and agreed upon. We shall not rest nor idle until the land that is owed is ours. No longer shall we wait for beard-scratching dwarves, mercy was to be bestowed unto thee, yet your arrogance blinds you and for that your people shall suffer long. In the end, blood shall be spilled upon your lands and your sons shall be raised by somebody else - should you not agree to ending this drawn-out war. Agree to our terms by the end of this month or our burgundy flags will adorn your roads all the way to the capital of your Kingdom. In aeternum bellum. Signed, Willem van Aert Count of the Blackvale, Baron of Pestilles, Patriarch of van Aert Hannes de Vilain Baron of Acre, Patriarch of Vilain Gaspard van Aert Imperial Prince of Renatus, Patriarch-Dynast of the Pertinaxi

Welcome to the jungle.

Liam van Aert, who had bravely fought the entire battle without helm, charged through the masses when a Haenseti woman slashed at his belt buckle. "She-wench!" The mercenary yelled as his pants dropped below his knees.

"Act like you didn't take part in this war before now. Oh Haensers I can't ever understand them. But I do know how to behead 'em." A checkered mercenary says as he bites into an apple picked in the Lower Petra. Beneath him laid the corpse of a tripartite.

"Huh. They just ran away?" Liam of Blackvale asks, drenched in the blood of foes both short and tall.

"Expected. Pay's pay, I can respect that." Some red and black checkered mercenary says over a flagon of ale and kicks his feet onto a table.

Liam van Aert signs the petition, for the greater good.

Persona Name: Liam van Aert IGN: Tide1 Category: Melee.

Some anonymous mercenary smirks. "I look good in red."

"This'll be too easy. Guess they never taught those powdered sods how to dig trenches." Liam paused. "Or.. Hold a sword." The van Aert mused and lit his pipe.

"Wallahi." A man from Blackvale comments, dressed in red and black.

"Can we do it? Can we please for the love o' GOD do it? Wha'-do you mean we can't just take their titles? I'll take your fuckin' balls, mate." A well beyond inebriated Liam van Aert argues with the Count, over too many flagons of ale, knife in hand.

"Ave Renatiae." Some van Aert says with a salute.

Liam van Aert carries the chancellor over his shoulder, all the way back to Stone Tower. "All in a day's work."

Liam van Aert sneezes, straightening his back. "Are we done yet?" He asks, still posing for the ARTIST to finish the poster.

Liam of Blackvale sips from his flagon of ale, all the pay he could ever want. "To think we fought for these folk one time. The days of an honour-bound empire o' man lays deeply trodden in soil, and powdered wigs."

"I shall take pride in severing their heads from their bodies. The homosecks have only one place and that, my friend, is called a noose." Some van Aert comments as he rests his arms over his Zweihander.