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Really dissing CT damnnn

I did not expect you to be on that side Sixbyte, I cannot understate my disappointment enough.

"Our die is cast! First Aaun then the Coalition!" Ser Darius yelled on piles of Aaunite bodies.

"What the **** Fred." Ser Darius exclaimed from the Adrian square

"This is a lot of talk for someone that can't hold his own Kingdom without the help of foreigners!" Ser Darius yelled from outside the gate of Vienne, though his critique would fall on deaf ears as the Aaunite capital remained in ruined and deserted.

"One people against the world, nice." Ser Darius remarked as he prepared to die in what seemed to be another looming continental war.

Ser Darius would brandish his new Frosted Slayersteel sword, courtesy of the Kingdom of Aaun. "Happy birthday to me!"

Little man has yet to answer which side of Istanbul he was born in

"Life is too short to die for some hoes, kids these days." An old Halcourt remarked as he set up his folding chair at the top of Mount Garmont, bringing with him a crate full of wine as he watched for the upcoming shitstorm.

Ser Darius would for the last time remove the worn-out and aged armour Petran Legion, displaying it within his chambers on an armour stand as he spent the next several minutes gazing at it, recollecting many memories from his youth before stepping out to take the colours of the Lotharingian Company alongside his new companions.

Ser Darius couldn't help but tear up at the sight of the ship. "I've waited nearly 15 years for this day." He muttered to himself before hastily riding down as the ship hit the shore of Almaris

Ser Darius sharpens his sword. . .

I'm crying

Ser Darius smiled brightly at the news of the birth, perhaps planning on visiting soon..

Ser Darius grimaced as he heard the news. "Is this pretender so ignorant to not know who turned the city he rules into ruins? "

Ser Darius had by then already reclaimed his Orenian colors and apparel, having ridden east as his family required his presence during their time of need - As he looked back toward the west he would curse those that had killed those he considered family as they were simply seeking for a new home, instead met with aurum blades at their necks as their children watched.

"You reap what you sow." Darius muttered under his breath, heaving a sigh as he contemplated how a mother could so doubtlessly abandon her children before his attention was drawn by the now orphaned children which so blissfully played in the courtyard, his lips thinning at their cheerful sight as they remained ignorant to their mother's whereabouts.

"My boy is finally starting to be a man!" Darius exclaimed

"And so the folly of the Acrean Rebellion ends. . with a partition." Said some Orenian knight

Dated the 4th of Owyn's Flame A depiction of the late Amalia, circa 1888 It's with a heavy heart that I announce the passing of my dear wife, Amalia Esther Castile who succumbed to an illness she battled for many years until finally passing on the 15th of Horen's Calling, 1892. We'd spent only 4 years in each other's company, 3 of those in secret matrimony as her ailment caused her to remain in her family's residence of Castile though in those 3 years she would birth our only children, Julius Amadeus Halcourt and Charles Emory Halcourt, twin boys possessing their mother's eyes and their father's brown hair. In the years that followed her condition would slowly begin to deteriorate though it would never discourage her from caring for her children as any mother would, until the moment she died her only concern was for the well-being of her children which she was able to provide until the end of her days. As for our children, I've decided to send them to Aeldin after the barbaric execution of my sister-in-law, Ottilie Franziska by the hands of the Sedanian army. The twins will be trained and protected by swordsmasters of the former Orenian Petrine Legion until I deem they are ready to return. And as for my wife's body it will remain in Castile where it will be buried amongst her ancestors and for the generations to come. Signed, Ser Darius Olivier Halcourt, Master of the Horse

"Another of the family's ballerinas dead, unfortunate." Darius remarked sarcastically, throwing the missive into the fire

Ser Darius Olivier was enjoying the yearly knights' vacation, swimming in waist high water until he'd lose his footing and begin to drown as he'd forgotten to remove his armor, whilst this was going on Ser Owyn de Ravensburg was on the beach enjoying his ******* martini. Luckily he regained his footing and survived!

Darius smiled brightly as he watched the procession, keeping to a column which kept him out of view