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Thorsten Grandaxe chuckled as he saw the few soldiers left running for there lives "Anotah glorious victoreh fer NATO!" he yelled out, raising his warhammer in the air.

Thorsten Grandaxe chuckled as he wiped the blood off his warhammer "Ah expected more o' 'em. Suppose they're nae so great foighters as they believe 'emselves tae beh" he declared before hobbling back to Urguan, leaving the collapsed bridge behind him.

Kane Redfist raised a brow upon hearing the news "Ah've seen all teh kids o' William, but whot teh fok's an Esto an' why is he tryin' to claim somethin' that is not his?" he shrugged "Ah can't believe there's realleh someone impersonatin' a Buckfort to beh able to claim teh title" the man declared, shaking his head "Pathetic..."

Discordtag : Robin#9355 MC Name : Robin01_boy RP Name : The Fist RP Age : 45 Are you entering as a Commoner/Knight/Champion of a peer? Specify which : Commoner

‘The Fist’ chuckled as he heard of the orc’s words “Freedom? By a Rex who enslaves people even though the uzg outlawed those practices decades ‘go? How does tha’ work?” He shrugged, shifting his hand to the pommel of his blade “Bold statement… Ah shame tha’ they ran ‘way before ah could ‘ave a proper talk with them” the man grinned underneath his helmet. “The Elysians are not fighting because they are forced. That’s just one o’ the maneh lies spread by the orcs to gain popularity, loike teh claims o’ Elysians bein’ racist is… They foight because someone’s tryin’ to take their home from ‘em, to kill their friends an’ famileh. Not to free ‘em. And they will keep on foightin’! Not ‘cause they are forced to do so, but to defend whot they care ‘bout an’ whot teh orcs are tryin’ to take from ‘em. We can onleh respect tha’.” ‘The Fist’ declared with a nod before continuing on his way.

Contract between wolf and fox Clan Ulveflokk & Elysium This document is a contract between Elysium and the Ulveflokk Clan, where Elysium wishes to make use of sellswords from the Ulveflokk Clan to help with keeping the peace in their lands. The contract is put into place for a timespan of 10 years and can be renewed afterwards. ARTICLE I: The ulveflokk clan will rally for the Elysian guard for the defence of their city. Payment for this job is decided on the amount of people rallied during that year. Per 100 men, the Ulveflokk will achieve an extra fixed amount of minas for their services. ARTICLE II: The reparations of the armour, used by the Ulveflokk clan while fighting for Elysium will be covered by Elysium. Elysium will either pay or replace the seriously damaged pieces of gear. Minor damage is not included under this article. ARTICLE III: While this contract is standing, the Ulveflokk will be granted a small war camp on Elysian lands, free of tax. ARTICLE IV: During the duration of this contract, the Ulveflokk keeps all forms of autonomy and are free to stay out of situations where there is a conflict of interests. ARTICLE V: In the duration of this contract, the Ulveflokk clan will retain from raiding, banditing and whichever unwanted activities by the Elysian government on the Elysian lands. ARTICLE VI: The Ulveflokk is allowed to join in on offensive military operations organised by the Elysian Guard. The same terms as stated in Article II are put into place here. ARTICLE VII: In times of conflict, mainly in defensive ones, the Ulveflokk will be kept all up to date with the military plans and at least one of the Jarl’s is granted a role as military adviser. The information acquired in the meetings and events of the war that could harm Elysium will not be shared in any circumstances. ARTICLE VIII: The payment of the Ulveflokk may also vary in times of conflict and according to how big of a part they have in it. Signed, Ivar Marteinn, Jarl of the Ulveflokk clan, butcher of Ebonwood Sigurd Ingolf, Jarl of the Ulveflokk clan, Wolf of the North and Burner of Trees Ellathor Vanari, Lord Commander of Elysium, Master of the Elysian Event Bureau and member of the Elysian High Council Duke of Elysium, Eugeo de Astrea

Jarl Ivar Marteinn cleaned his blade with a piece of cloth, torn from the clothes of the dead bodies while looking from a distance at the central tree of Ebonwood in flames "Well that was easy. I expected more resistance than that" he exclaimed, a grin forming on his face before making his way back home to have a drink with his clansmen.

Lorenz Darkwood grinned on his way back to Karosgrad with the Orenian knight they captured. “Ich bet they did nicht see that coming.”

“Teh wiggeh’s couldn’t even keep us out of their own walls with all teh ‘elp from their mercenaries! That’s whot we call a joke” Kane Redfist chuckled, sheathing his blade once again before making his way back to Urguan.

Upon receiving the missive, a smile formed on Kane Redfist's face "A ball eh? Long toime since ah've been to one!" he said, taking a puff of his cigar "Teh roight honorable Kane Redfist will beh there" he chuckled before putting the missive aside and marking the day down.

After the battle, Kane Redfist grinned as he saw the Orenians that were left running towards their keep. "Teh victoreh's ours lads! But weh still got a lot to wigs to pull off!" he declared before going to check on the injured soldiers.

"Apparently they didn't learn their lessen after last toime. Can't say tha' ah am surprised to beh honest." Kane Redfist chuckled as he sheathed his sword and walked towards the tavern in Karosgrad to get a drink with his comrades

After the fight, Kane Redfist wiped the blood of his blade "Hopefully this teaches those wiggehs tha' they shouldn't mess with the alliance" he nodded before sheathing his sword. The clan father then turned his head to look towards his comrades "It's a good day lads. Drinks are on meh!" he grinned before making his way to the tavern.

Kane Redfist was sitting in his chair, smoking his Premium Redfist Cigar as he got the news from Nadia "Don't worreh. Ah am foighting with Urguan come whot may." he declared on a confident tone before taking another puff from his cigar "A pumpkin wearin' a wig... Whot a joke" he exclaimed bursting out in laughter

The Baron of Sutica grinned as he walked towards the gates of the silver city. "Tha' was easy. Maybe they'll finalleh learn" he stated as he glanced over at the pile of bodies from the battle that had just taken place “Teh ones that are still alive at least" He chuckled before continuing on his way out of the city in order to get a drink with his comrades.