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"Facts!" Martijn exclaimed.

"Quite the scandal, innit? Balian royalteh, adulterin' fools? Hm. Who would'a thought." Martijn commented over his morning coffee.

Alhamdulillah. I would like for everyone to make du'ā for my brother @M1919in this sacred month for guidance. Ramadan mubarak

"What were they expecting? Royal treatment?" a de Vilain jested to himself, amongst burning flames.

"Ha- They fear us so much that they must beckon to mother Balian and daddy Haense for help!" Martijn said to his bretheren in the Prince's Anchor Pub, breaking into a taunting cackle!

Martijn van Aert bobbed his head, "Finalleh some truth. Not a politician's agenda; the real.. ugly truth." He sighed deeply, sitting amongst the holed-up defenders of Adria, going on about three days with no sleep. ".. How much longer?" Martijn wondered out loud.

Martijn van Aert merrily rallied behind the young Sarkozic as he returned to Adria, "Viktor's come to see us!" He hailed, drawing all the sad tenants from their tents to greet him.

"Anotha' inbred politician, completely detached from realiteh." Martijn van Aert broke into a taunting laughter, "What a pity." He stifled through his laughter, casting the propaganda aside.

Martijn almost screamed his lungs out in the middle of the battle, allegedly heard from miles away! "DIE, INBREDS!"

AN EMBER IN THE ASHES A lament; how the wicked ferment. MINE flame once shone bright and true, A beacon for thee, my humble few. But the darkness crept, and the shadows lengthened, And our purpose wavered, as our souls did too. WE were to restore thy kingdom, us bringers of light, But our fire was doused, by descendant’s blight. Their sins and their woes, they weighed on our might, And our resolve faltered, in the face of their plight. WE were meant to be his peace, to grow and to guide, But we withered, from their darkness inside. Now we wander, lost and adrift in the tide, Our purpose gone asunder, our faith in him cast aside. OH, how I longed for the days of old, When mine soul was impure, and mine flame was bold. But now I drift, in the darkness, so cold, Mine dream in ash, and now naught uphold. SON OF DRAGUR, I beg of you, light my way, Guide me through the darkness, and to thy shore. For I am your faithful, forevermore, And I shall burn bright, as I did before. Descendants of Sin, I abjure thee. Look within thyself — not to thine God; find peace and humility. Signed, He who would not humor sin.

Martijn smiles, finally his better sister has found someone good!

"Genzō approve! Blackvale za very good employer..!" The samurai retainer smiled, giving a thumbs up, having fought for these men before!

"Genzō approve!" The samurai retainer smiled, giving a thumbs up!

"Now you lay down to rest, thy struggle has now come to end." A black-clad figure lamented, looming over the memorial after the congregation settled down. "Harvest Lord exanima." He left, leaving a black tulip in his wake.

After wandering aimlessly through the Haeseni marshes for what felt like a milennia and a half — Genzō of the Goro clan had long lost the Oyashiman ship that docked there.. when.. How long ago was it now? No matter. He felt a strange calling, like a calling bell rang through the lands, one that he recognized, the very same shouting rumble followed, and, it was at that moment that he knew there was a new home. Somehow, still in his prime, the retainer began to wander now, this time with purpose in his step, still donned in his blood red plates and Uchigatana strapped tightly to his waist.

"COME OVT YOV CVCKOLD" Emiel van Aert began tailoring on a red banner, proudly showing it to Willem van Aert.

6th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1892 A LETTER IN RED; I am Hannes, of the de Vilain family. If you are reading this, I am most likely dead. I do not know when this will reach you, or the people of Acre, or those outside whom I have confided with, but the facts strike true and cold. I am gone. Please tip the courier a coin or two. Foremost, I have done my best to dedicate the majority of my life to family. This is not limited to my true blood, as a few lost souls, boys and girls have come seeking advice from me. I never thought it was that good, to begin with, but if they ask, then they shall receive. These are my most proudest achievements. To think, I was a lost soul once when I set foot into Oren under Philip’s (GOD rest his soul) reign, a handful of children with no mother to give care to. My life never mattered, all that mattered above all was their safety, their success, and their happiness. I will not rest until that is achieved. But, GOD has a plan for everyone. I don’t know if I have achieved these goals, by the time of my death, but I pray that I will have. If not, I shall die in utter shame. But, I will rest easy knowing I have raised a son better than myself, in every aspect. He has surpassed me in all means, minor or major. Gustav de Vilain is a name of infamy, worthy to be etched so tightly into the pages of history. Never have I considered myself to be a good father, but when I think of him, I can not help but shed a joyous tear. Aloisia, Antonia, whichever name she now goes by, changed Gustav. For the better. Never have I met a woman more caring, decisive, and intelligent than Luisa. As I have said to her, Gustav will return to you one day. You may be so distant but know, at night that you both stare so longingly at the same moon. To Heidi, Wolfgang, Agnes, and Arne: Carry on as you will. Seek out yourselves, and find a true purpose to devote yourself to. Do not forget what I have taught you, I did not raise you to be kings, queens, or emperors, but I raised you all to make an honest, fulfilling life that you deserve. To Hannibal, Catherine, Josef, Odille, Petra, and Volker: I wish I could have spent more time with you all. This is something that I deeply regret. Listen to your older brothers and sisters, do as they have done, follow your own path, and do not forget the name that you call yourself by. That is what you stand for To Alain and Robrecht: I do not know where you are in the world, but I hope that you have found what you were looking for all this time. Neither will I know if this letter will reach both of you, but do know that you will always be family to me, while others may not think so. To Elia: I wish that you find true, eternal happiness. Never stop being so joyous, keep your chin up when times are dire, and be good to Raul. It is a blessing to have such a great man in your company, and I hope that I am able to make it to your wedding before I pass. Know this, you are no blood of mine, but you have every right to bear the name of Vilain. GOD be with you all, Hannes the former Baron. After the letters make their rounds for a few days, reaching all its recipients, a hauberk, torn from the chains at its edges, along with a tattered green hood, floats like driftwood in the creek of Acre.

Really liking this and I wish this is what we are getting for the next map, excellent work and consideration put into it. will be expecting a full map built from scratch by you in 2 weeks.

Radu relaxed, gentle by a great hearth of dancing flames, leaned back as he casually read through the many pages. Occasionally, looking aside to copy down most, if not all of its content onto another sheet of parchment. An empty stack lay behind it.

I heard you like women. Frankly disgusting

Hannes unsheathed an aurum longsword, "For God's Kingdom."

Hannes de Vilain, curly-haired low-born maniac, conquered oren with his son while trying to juggle 7 children and grandchildren. acts like dad jokes are still funny

Hannes rushes over, scribbling finely on a brightly colored note, posting it onto the original document as an errata and stamping his seal onto it.

harvest confederation coa was here contact ryanark on discord if you need it A PROCLAMATION FOR UNITING THE PROVINCES OF ORENIA; PETRA, CATHALON, ARENTANIA, ARICHSDORF, THE VALE, AND OLTREMONT INTO ONE UNION, UNDER THE NAME OF THE HARVEST CONFEDERATION. 7th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1889 This information is made known to the world. PREFACE THE KINGDOM OF OREN is no more. Rightfully conquered and dissolved by the forces of the Harvest. By the will of the people and the Harvest Lords, we do proclaim a GOD-fearing dominion, led by the states of the Barony of Acre, the Viscounty of Minitz, and the Commonwealth of Petra. Seeking to reunite and breathe new life into the sullen lands of past Orenia, we shall build anew humbly, razing the palaces and manor houses of a bygone era; constructing in its place a home of steadfast stone, and unfaltering determination to community and decent labor. I - Thus do the Harvest Lords recognize one another’s sovereign titles and lands as follows: The Graf of Minitz and House of Barclay von Minitz as the only legitimate claimants of the Grafschaft of Minitz, and any titles vassalised under them, with lands encompassing the territory of Cathalon The Baron of Acre and House of de Vilain as the only legitimate claimants of the Barony of Acre, and any titles vassalized under them, with lands encompassing the territory of Vienne The Regent of the Commonwealth of Petra as the only legitimate claimant of the Commonwealth of Petra, and any titles vassalized under them, with lands encompassing the territory of Upper Petra The Freiherr of Corwinsburg and House Alstreim as the only legitimate claimants to the Freiherrschaft of Corwinsburg, and any titles vassalized under them, with lands encompassing the territory of Lower Arentania The Prince of Alstion and House Alstion as the only legitimate claimants to the Principality of Alstion, and any titles vassalized under them, with lands encompassing the territory of Upper Petra II - Thus do the Harvest Lords pledge military assistance for one another in case of conflict and threats of foreign origins. The Harvest Lords do also pledge military cooperation, training their warriors whenever the opportunity for such is given, thus forming stronger bonds amongst their forces. Furthermore, the Harvest Lords do thus pledge to not engage in military recruitment within one another’s lands, or recruit one another’s subjects, unless an agreement is made. III - Thus do the Harvest Lords form the Council of the Harvest, composed of each and every one of them. The Harvest Lords do so pledge to hold council meetings in times of political turmoil, disputes amongst them, or foreign threats. Furthermore, the Harvest Lords pledge to conduct such meetings in good faith, seeking solutions of mutual benefits agreed to by the majority. IV - Thus do the Harvest Lords pledge to allow the free, unrestricted travel of one another’s subjects or warriors in their lands, without harassment or bother, lest the individuals traveling have been found to break the laws of the lands of the respective Harvest Lord. Furthermore do the Harvest Lords recognize the legal authority that each of them have in their respective lands. If a Harvest Lord’s subject is found to break the law within the land of another, the respective Lords or their delegates shall meet to solve the issue. V - Thus do the Harvest Lords agree to allow and engage in the exchange of squires and pages between one another houses, thus fostering better noble relations with their heirs, pedigrees, and prominent subjects. VI - Thus the Harvest Lords do agree to engage to trade and exchange between one another. These include any materials produced by any of the Harvest Lords, be it crops, animals, metal, or weaponry. Each Harvest Lord may request the others to trade any produce, and all Harvest Lords do agree that such trade will be conducted in good will, to achieve mutual benefit. VII - Thus the Harvest Lords do pledge, and agree to leave the past to the decay of time. The Kingdom of Oren and its predecessors are no more. A new era of the Harvest has been ushered in, leaving behind the corrupted institutions that sparked our grand revolt. None shall reform it, or so they meet misfortune and suffering for their broken word. Each Harvest Lord is entrusted with the special mission of uprooting imperialist, or monarchist sympathizers of a bygone era - The Orenian era. Using whatever power, violence, or authority that is necessary to quell these forces. Finally, this power shall be dubbed the Harvest Inquisition. NO KINGS BUT US Signed, F.O.A. Sir Hannes de Vilain Harvest Lord, Baron of Acre, Patriarch of de Vilain, Father Of All Seine Hochgeboren, Leon Brandt Ritter Barclay von Minitz KRE Ernte Herr, Graf Minitz, Burggraf Tucay, Freiherr Boriënwald, Herr Brandthof und Durres Paul Salvian Harvest Lord, Regent of the Commonwealth Seine Hoheit, Heinrich Franz von Alstreim Ernte Herr, Dynasticscher Fürst Merryweather und Rhine, Freiherr Corwinsburg Charles Alstion Prince of the Principality of Alstion, Harvest Lord