Tulan

12 hours ago, PapiZapii said:

Vivaca Rutledge chuckles, shaking her head at the missive

”Yeah whatever sunshine.” 

“Someone is still sore their prized jewel has faded. Nothing will ever last forever, not even a nation such as Curon." Lyam Verheyen chuckles, as he leans back in his seat in the local Morsgrad tavern enjoying a glass of 12 year old whiskey.

Lyam Verheyen polishes his old set of armour for the upcoming tournament. “This will be a grand event certainly.”

“Well good news for a change.” Lyam Payne smiles as the news reaches him.

7 hours ago, kingnothing said:

“Instead, stay dead.”

An angry human clad in a Haensetian greathelm of yore and crimson gambeson suggested.

“So other ‘dead’ nations can return. But this is where you draw the line? Get over your history. Move on.” A stranger shakes his head and carries on with his day.

“May Luara guide him toward the spirits of his ancestors, where he may find rest.” Ruathar Indoren sighed at the senseless killing. “We will bring justice to the Mori’Quessir for their callous attempt to disrupt our people’s resolve, but I tell them now that we will not bow to the will of such merciless servants of darkness. For each one of us you bring down, a hundred of yours shall fall.” He finishes.

“It is good to see that some are willing to take up the responsibilities when others would leave us to fend for ourselves, instead of giving a solution. Thank you on behalf of the remaining Suffonians.” Lyam Payne smiles at hearing the good news.

16 hours ago, KunLunKungFu said:

"They are finally at rest." He chuckles, taking a hefty drink from his bamboo flask. "Oren won by sheer numbers and training. Impressive."

“You succeeded by mere diplomacy, where as you lacked in military numbers.” Lyam Payne states the obvious. “Your false bravado is amusing though.”

Lyam Payne shakes his head as he is let through the gates of the so-called ‘rebellious’ province of Warwick. “We will see what the future has in store for the good men and women of Suffonia.” He continues on his way toward his home and makes his way to his study, sitting down in the chair before the fireplace, lost in thoughts.

Ruathar simply reads over the treaty with a look of indifference, continuing on with his day without a care for this.

"This is most unfortunate, knowing our hardy folk I have no doubt the people of Suffonia will remain strong in these trying times." Lyam Payne adds

I see no problem with this, we have Muslim, Christian, and Norse mythology inspired religions/people, the fact people make a big deal out of this is silly. You get a +1 from me.

A former Merentel by the name of Lyam smiles at the news of sweet justice. “This is the best news to reach my ears in a long time.” He muses to himself, while enjoying a 12 years distilled Gyldenholt Whiskey in the Bustier Royale Inn, within the Suffonian City.

Lyam would hope that this would not undermine his distillery, frowning slightly as he reads the announcement.

“To think that one small skirmish is of such importance to them.” Lyam Payne laughs at the piece of propaganda. “If you think one skirmish makes you the victor, I got news for you.” He muses, while enjoying a glass of homemade whiskey.

"Drinks will be moderately served to the retinues accompanying." Lyam Merentel smiles, sensing a debut for his business.

Lyam plans to attend the coronation, taking note of the date. "The Merentellian Distillery co. shall provide drinks for the festivities." He smiles the sun's smile.

"And so the craven elves have submitted themselves under the tyrannical boot of the Empire." Lyam Merentel shakes his head upon hearing the news.

Armand de Sevigny smiles at the news. “This will be a good day.” He makes his way toward the town hall to resume his duties.

Prepare yourself, England.

Lyam Merentel signs the Lorraine. " I will be forever indebted to the House Suffolk, for allowing me to remain, to repair my family's deceitful reputation. The World has lost a truly great man this day. May he rest well in the Seven Skies." He smiles

Armand de Sevigny takes note, and plans to make an appearance at the festival. ”This will be a good introduction to our fair County.” The Mayor of Pestilles would comment, with a smile on his face.

1 hour ago, Zyhaveus said:

Paul Alexander crossed his arms, replying: 
"Wrong, you seem to have awoken from your very happy dream  – too bad Suffonia is no kingdom at all, nor will it ever be.

"Senseless murderers deserve no crown."

“Way to address a child, good Sir!” Lyam Merentel comments “What are we if we do not allow the children to enjoy their happy dream, before they become responsible adults and their dreams are limited?”

"Someone had a bit of bile to spill this morning I see. Good that you aired your thoughts on the good Canonist men and women of Suffonia." A pious man going by the name of Lyam adds

9 minutes ago, Epicethan45 said:

“‘Half of yer rally are women an’ dregs ye found by the cloud temple, oi can maybe count two or three soldiers there”

Oswald would comment.

"And how do you think armies are made? Ofcourse by recruiting these so-called dregs as you so eloquently called them. You don't get to grow by squatting, and expecting militia to come running." A man of Westmark comments. "I am sure this is nice advertisement for great Suffonia."

20 minutes ago, ReveredOwl said:

“You can call yourself Canonists all you like, fact of the matter is you’ve taken up arms alongside pagans to destroy the church and Empire. You are Templars, your job was to fight pagans, not create alliances with them.” said Boniface.

"We're not brutish zealots, the Empire is in dangerous decline if the norm is to slaughter people in cold blood for another religion, they are people and not lamb to the slaughter. Ofcourse from the comfortable seats og the Capital it can be difficult to imagine religions getting along. Although the religion of the Kadarsi does not recieve as hefty a backlash, and are free to practice their faith, unlike the people of Norland. 

As far as I understand, the vows we take doesn't give us the power to target religious minorities. The Order of St. Lucien may have set such brutal standards, but these are different, progressive times." The Templar responds