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Name: Ruathar Indoren Age: 171 Gender: Male Race: Mali'ker (Dark Elf) (OOC) Username: Pantathian Discord: Tulan Timezone: GMT +1

Full Name: Sigmar Voron Baruch Date of Birth: SA 10 Place of Birth: Valwyck Castle Address [N/A if none]: Valwyck Castle Race: Human, Waldenian. Highlander. Gender: Male. Bloodline [Commoner/Noble/Former Noble/Royal]: Noble Reason for Enlisting: To defend my family and my homeland from the Imperial aggression. [Username: ] Pantathian [Discord: ] Tulan #7704

"The Orenian spin is already in motion, I see. Better at beating up little girls, and unjustly murder them than fighting men." Sigmar Baruch raised a mug in the name of those poor children lost to the Empire's cruelty. "I hope this will be an eye opener to the Orenian commonfolk who will suffer for the martyrs their army have made." He downed the Carrion Black and went to the BSK recruitment office, despite being in his prime, he would at the closest convenience sign up to defend his country.

Ruathar being a light sleeper, woke up as his side felt slightly sore. The Ker let out a groan as he rubbed his eyes, as he turned to face his wife. "Another dream?" He asked as his eyes would readjust to the dimness of their new home, he put an arm around her.

Almarian is the most commonly used as far as I know.

"Right, and the Empire has been no better. It is truly marvelous how you can spin a foul web of lies. Treason would require that Haense was still vassalized." The words restricted and enslaved had been attempted to be crossed out, but to little avail. "And thank Godan we have had a prosperous time of great national upheaval, as the popularity of your Empire has only descended further and further, after decades of mismanagement, and terrible diplomatic solutions, It is surprising your Empire have not erupted into civil wars with the lackluster agenda, and wrongful propaganda you spread to your poor citizens who are so heavily taxed by the greedy Imperial Government, such is not a virtuous trait in the eyes of Godan! And that is just another reason your delusional Emperor is unfit, Iblees already beckons to take his blackened soul." Sigmar Baruch shook his head, although not surprised if the constricted people of the Empire would believe this man's word over anything factual.

"A true testimony to Haenseti honour, granting their captives last rites. A good call. If only the Empire would hold their captives to the same standard." Sigmar Baruch smiled briefly as news reached Valwyck, signing the Lorraine out of respect for the fallen knight's familiy.

Sigmar Baruch frowned deeply as news reached Valwyck Keep. "A foolish move yet again, you don't hang nobility when a ransom is far better. Not too bright these Imperials."

"The Imperial majesties cry injustice when others employ bandits as mercenaries, and then continue to do the same. A standard is good... so a double standard must be even better. I hope they will feel the bitter taste in their mouth once the Ferrymen flip sides again." Sigmar Baruch chuckled at the fickle nature of 'loyalty' of the Ferrymen.

"Such a craven move by the leaders of Pinemaw. All those years of raising a fine place near our old home just to abandon it." Ruathar Indoren shakes his head in disbelief. "The Empire would only offer you a third the size of Pinemaw. Seems you got the short stick."

"As Fidei Defensor, in your fictive scenario it would be wrong to elevate a man of such great controversy. A man so dislodged from reality, sitting in his own arrogance. His Empire has turned into a bloodthirsty militant state in a very short timespan. Tell me if you would trust a man like that? From where I stand, this Empire would not stop until it has subjugated, or forced everyone under their banner." Sigmar Baruch, a man in his prime rebuked, pondering why anyone blindly follow this man. "We as Haensemen did not gain Independence so that some rabid dog can take away our freedoms and leash us into a state of obedience. Simply put from another perspective... no one trust that Oren will be satisfied with Lower Petra, seems more likely that's a pretext to conquest, and not reconquest. Oren is not in the right this time."

"This is a momentous step for our peoples, may our unity prosper for a long time." Ruathar Indoren smiled widely, his mood shifting slightly as he looks over the ledger with a furrowed brow as he took stock of all the goods he still needed to have moved to their new home.

"Some shoes the next Pontiff will have to fill, hopefully they will live up to the legacy of Everard." Sigmar Baruch signed the Lorraine in honour of the late Pontiff.

"It seems the valah of Blackvale are only loyal to the money, they cared very little for their individualism afterall. Now they're merely another puppet in the foul plot of the Empire." Ruathar Indoren shook his head as the news reached Nor'asath, the closest neighbour to Blackvale.

"A fart in the wind carry more power than all these foreigners, with lofty titles of irrelevant signatories, truly an insufferable Empress... It would seem there is no low The Empire isn't willing to use. Shame on you all using the canonist faith as a shield to push your political agenda! Your Imperial Highnesses are not beyond reproach because of a birthright, if all great Emperors before you could see how you sully all their accomplished deeds, they would turn in their graves." The aged Sigmar Voron Baruch, signed the Lorraine. "Godan have mercy on their souls, for they're irredeemable in the eyes of mortals."

"The day the rest of the sons of Malin reunite under Haelun'or will be at the end of the World. Just accept it, no one with a logical mind would acknowledge you, Braxus, as the future of all Mali. You sow discourse with Fenn with baseless accussations, and your ill-witted kinsmen post the most obscene propaganda, claiming Fennic people are beastial looking. Where we all know that to be a false narrative. So end your sickening propaganda." Ruathar Indoren laughs at the folly that continuously spew from Haelun'or.

Ruathar Indoren laughs wholeheartedly at the comical display of Maliata'thill propaganda. "As a 'ker who deeply deeply value the Mali'fenn, and would consider them as kinsmen. And having personally met the Fennic Prince, I will say he look more akin to the 'thill. However with a more friendly demeanor toward outsiders. To the common citizens of Haelun'or, I implore you to seek out your own truth. You cannot fully live with a half truth. So here is the underside to their disturbing use of mystifying the 'fenn as bloodthirsty fiends. They're not twisted beings with fangs for teeth." He smiled briefly at the depiction, finding very little that looks like their Prince. "Do not follow your leaders from a point of blissful ignorance. Go out into the World with an open heart and mind, fellow lliran of the 'thill. My words may fall on deaf ears, but if just one out of a hundred 'thill form their own opinion it would be enough."

"And yet, Fenn has thrived despite all odds, what they have accomplished in the near inhospitable place they call home is admirable. They have held their own in battles against evil most in their lifetime could not comprehend. Where as the Silver state has become sloth, an imagery of a decaying state, complacent in their otherwise irrelevant place. They have only themselves to blame, as they are secluded on their island, far from the rest of the sons of Malin. Why should we care for the words of a toothless viper so detached from our people?" Ruathar Indoren would pose the question to his fellow Mali'ker in Nor'asath. "To the rightful leader of 'thill. And a new era for all free thinking mali'thill!" He slammed a goblet into the table, a smile on his face.

"At this rate, there will be no reason to fight the Haelun'orian Silver State. We can carve out our own Princedom, and let the withering and corruption of Haelun'or undo itself." Ruathar Indoren smiled widely as the news reached him, pleased that 'Fenn, 'ker, and 'thill can still form strong bonds. "A new dawn is rising for all Mali. Haelun'or can choose to fade into the pages of history, or fall in line with the new rhetoric."

"A shame to have that happen to you, lliran. Still that is not applicable to every dwed, it's a small margin who resort to clipping of ears. In all my years, I have seen too many misguided people, from all over do that to mali. It's not exclusively dwed, sadly the Orenians are not beneath clipping ears either, despite their progressiveness. It's easy to judge everyone, it is far more complex than that. We as Mali should be better than this."

"How? Dwarves have been good to us for many years, llir. You should expand your horizon beyond Ephesius and Oren before making such a statement." Ruathar Indoren sighed as it seems misinformation is becoming more and more common.

"When have 'thill ever been the defender of all Mali? Their own self-serving ideals are what limits their progression. Just yesterday I was indirectly threatened by one of your kinsman who invited me to Haelun'or to 'talk', he became very upset as I turned down the proposal. Even so, I think I made the right call with the venom that spewed unto the papers of the next few correspondences we shared. Clearly I made a wise decision not to go there alone, so to all. Should you be invited by a representative of Haelun'or. Make sure to bring a retinue of trusted people there, likely more than seven." Ruathar Indoren sighed deeply, seeing as there is still along way to go toward unity of all Mali.

"Finally, the bonds of the sons of Malin are mending." Ruathar Indoren would smile as news reached Nor'asath, he began sharpening his sword, should they need to fight the mali'thill after the war with the false Emperor was concluded.

"Fret not, people of Sedan, The Hartcold are renowned for being turncoats." Sigmar Baruch chuckled, not very surprised.