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A Short Drop an a Sudden Stop On the 10th of the Grand Harvest 1849, the sky was dim and the clouds grey with a bitter chill around the air. Deep within the Bastion of the newly renovated city of Providence an aging lions eyes closed for the very last time. In his final hours, the elderly senile Hartcold roamed around Providence chanting to himself in support of the Hartcold's fighting on the frontlines alongside the dwarves against the Holy Orenian Empire and it's horde "Ave Urguan! Ave Sedan! Ave Hartcold!". The man proclaims armed with only his walking cane, only to be arrested by members of the ISA for heresy. He knew what that meant, he saw his own father executed by the same people 30 years prior during the Sedan Rebellion. For a brief while he was imprisoned within the dingy walls of the Bastion. Although he knew he would meet his fate in this city, he still kept a sense of humour about himself asking the guards if he could get cushions for his poor back - his request was not granted. Within half an hour of his imprisonment, the 6'5, 273lbs Hartcold was forcibly frogmarched towards the centre of the Bastion, the mans cold blue eyes meeting the gallows. Many me would fear this fate, but not this lion. He took his upcoming death with pride, knowing he was dying for a cause he believed in. A cause his father fought and died for...a cause his sons also fought and died for. The man stood at the gallows, looking down at the amassed crowd of priests, soldiers and a singular Hartcold watching his final moments. Ivan var Ruthern, tied the rope around his neck proclaiming "John Frederick Hartcold. You are charged under the ORC with CH 208.01, on Injured Majesty. You are also charged with being a heretic as well as an enemy of the Holy Orenian Empire. The sentence for such actions is death by hanging. Do you have any last words?". Hearing this question, the brave Sedanian looks towards the crowd and up towards the sky with a smirk before opening his lips "Jingle bells, Oren smells, Urguan rules the day. Oh what fun it is to kill the ******* ISA". With the end of his final words, Ivan Ruthern muttered "May Godan save vyr soul" as he pulled the lever with John Frederick Hartcold dropping, the rope breaking the man's neck almost instantaneously. And with the fluttering of the crows wing another Lion was dead within Orenian soil, Requiescat in Pace John Frederick Hartcold 1780 - 1849

John would be sitting in his manor within Sedan side-by-side his wife and daughter looking over the missive with a confused look on his face "What...on...earth..." John says raising an eyebrow "The Hartcolds certainly didn't attack the Sarkozys...and as far as I remember the Sarkozys pledged support to an Orenian prince to fight against Urguan and it's Vassals" John sighs as he rolled his eyes "Orenians being Orenians I guess... spinning a false narrative"

Favourite nation that you rped in and why

John Aurelius Hartcold, Viscount of Fauconberg watches as his men prep themselves for war. The Hartcold heraldic standard fluttering in the wind bearing the heraldic charges of the house "Temperance gives us boldness men" John says smiling as he looks on "What makes the grass grow. Blood blood blood!" John says chanting as he himself prepares himself for the impending skirmishes to come.

John Aurelius Hartcold, sitting by his wife's side and 2 year old daughter who was hand painting on parchment, fiddles with his moustache pondering "Why on earth was the House of Hartcold not invented to the festivities I wonder...after all am is my daughter not the granddaughter of Helena and Step-Granddaughter of the illustrious Holy Ser Phillip"

When is John and Deya gonna have another kid?

John stands by side with Leapold, dipping his head as he silently prayers for the deceased goat

John Aurelius Hartcold slaps the back of his cousins head "No Alexander, no. We are supporting Caius on this one"

1) gonna have to kill me first. 2) I have played lotc since 2017 so 4 years .. almost 5. 3) Because I can't remember much of what happened in the early years anymore. 4) If I magically remember what happened - yes 5) Manchego 6) uhm i don't really know? 7) I ❤️ Haense 🤨 Don't think so

🙄 uhm. Can't remember

I can yes - best herald in the game on Lotc (that actual knows how to do it correctly)

🤭 IDK Am i? 1. Richard stabbing out Kuyouch's eye with a walking stick. 2. Favourite movie rn would be...Kingdom of Heaven OR The Last Duel (two fantastic Ridley Scott films). 2. Genetics ain't it 3. Wanna bo'le o' wa'er

1. Got to be...going into Carolustadt and being surrounded by 20 renatians and dragged infront of Ricky's char just for a meeting with the crown prince 2. Duchy of Rivia again...my little independant settlement on Atlas - as with maturity you learn a lot of things; as such there would be things i would do completely differently now than what i did two years ago. 3. Favourite LOTC military uniform skin - well got to be the Imperial Renatian Legion one under Mog. But i also like my own military skins that i have made tbh (sounds a bit narcissistic but it's true) 4. got to be a solid 8 - conquered half the map and pretty much kept it that way throughout the entire map (also defeated norland like twice under Mog) 5. War rn = bad, war in the past (Axios - Atlas = good). The new war proposal does have potential but it also doesn't - not being able to conquer capital tiles sucks as it means no nation can properly grow to the size of previous nations e.g. Kingdom of Oren, the fifth empire, vanderguan etc etc etc

🤔 Good question, ig whenever. I've got an alt after all that i can use for spare persona slots