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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.

The Baron of Sutica was sitting next to his pond, cleaning his sword was drenched in high elven blood as the missive arrived. He quickly read over it and a slight grin formed on his face "It was a good day" he declared with a nod "Justice must be served"

The Agreement of The Fist and The Heart Clan Redfist and Clan Grandheart This is an alliance document between Clan Redfist and Clan Grandheart. The document was put in place in the first place to ensure peace between both groups and to aid each other into achieving great things for them both with the view of trying to prosper in their own beliefs. It is a document that will stay in place for undetermined time or until any of the involved parties wish to break this pact for any reason, in which discussion will be had first. ARTICLE I Both clans respect each other's existence and integrity without questioning it or claiming otherwise. Neither will attempt to subvert the other. ARTICLE II Both clans will not commit any crimes or act in any way possible that might kill, injure or damage the other clan’s members in any way possible. In case one of those activities should occur, the member who committed the action will be punished accordingly and acceptable for both clans after discussion. ARTICLE III Both clans declare to aid and support each other in any military or political conflict as long as it does not interfere with the clans’ beliefs, alliances or allegiances. ARTICLE IV Members of both clans just keep the same responsibilities as before the pact was put into place. They do not have to follow commands of the other clan’s leader or follow the other clan’s way of handling stuff, unless mentioned otherwise. ARTICLE V Alliances outside of this pact are completely separate thus not shared by the clans involved in the pact. ARTICLE VI Both clans promise to keep a steady flow of information going both ways between them both and to give each other updates on any big or drastic plans that are in the making. ARTICLE VII If any of the involved clans are organizing an event or hunt, the members of the other clan are invited to attend those events unless it is about private and internal matters. ARTICLE VIII With this document, Kane Redfist grants a section of land in Huaven, located in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, to the Grandhearts. Free of tax, in exchange for support to Huaven and Clan Redfist. Signed, Kane Redfist Clan father of Clan Redfist, Protector of Ruivians, Lord of Huaven, Lord of the Wildlands, Lord of the Redfist keep, former Duke of Rozania, former War Marshall of Rozania, Military advisor, Reclaimer of the Oasis, Former Commander of the Southern forces & Protector of free people and innocents Maximiliano Grandheart Clan father of Clan Grandheart Nadia Kazimir Buckfort Blackthorn Grandheart Former Duchess of Rozania, Former Master of Whisperers, Former Master of Paper, Clan Member of Grandheart, The Grand Jackalope, Heir Apparent to The House of Buckfort

The invitation was delivered to Kane Redfist by courier "Hmm... whot's tha'?" he asked as he took the enveloppe. After the courier left, Kane made his way over to his office. He went to sit in his chair, leaning back in it as he opened the enveloppe. The man quickly read over the invition which caused a slight smile to form on his face "Dùghlas is marryin'?" he asked himself before looking back at the paper "I 'aven't met tha' lass at all, but that's amazin' news!" he nodded as he wrote down the date in his agenda.

Upon receiving the invitation, a smile formed on Kane Redfist's face "It's noice to see somethin' positive loike this durin' these toimes. I'll beh sure to attend!" he stated with a dip of the head "Ah should tell teh others" he said on an excited tone, pushing himself up from his chair and making his way down the stairs to look for the rest.

Upon receiving the missive, a wide grin formed on Kane Redfist's face. "Aye! Looks loike we're goin' to 'ave fun!" he chuckled while looking at the severed hand of an Orenian that was on display in his office. The man made his way outside and turned to some of his men that were gathered on the square. "Make sure ye 'ave yer armor cleaned an' weapons sharp! Teh war... Is 'bout to be so much more fun!" he paused "Let's go an' an teach 'em tha' buckets don't belong on heads!" Kane exclaimed on an excited tone before making his way over to his armory as well.

Kane Redfist was sitting next to his pond cleaning his sword that was drenched in Orenian blood "Tha' will teach those wiggehs not to come to our homes 'gain." he declared with a nod as he shifted his gaze over to the spoils he just aquired from the fight. Among which were a wig and a hand "Ah wonder 'ow much ah could sell an Orenian wig fer" he chuckled as he continued cleaning the blade.

Upon receiving this, Kane Redfist nodded proudly of his friends words "They are free where they are now so why should they move...?" he raised his shoulders "Ah don't think tha' an elf wearin' a wig can keep 'em safe anehways..." he chuckled as he put the missive down "Ye did well friend. No one's goin' to oppress ya anehmore. Ye choose for somethin' ya believe in an' I onleh 'ave respect fer that"

As Kane Redfist received the missive, he simply nodded and put the paper on his desk with a content smile. After doing so, he walked to his armory and stared at the different kinds of weapons stored in there "Looks loike ah am goin' to need some o' those" he stated, a slight smile forming on his face as he browsed through the weapons. "No imperial should tell 'em whot traditions they can follo' an' which ones they can't." he paused "We should teach 'em some respect" the man declared as he took one of his swords off the wall

Upon receiving the message, a slight grin formed on Kane Redfist's face "This is goin' to beh interestin'" he nodded as he looked through his window at his new place "We're not lettin' a wiggeh oppose our freedom..." he shrugged "Imagine..." he paused, going to lean back in his chair "They can keep their buckets on their own heads" he chuckled, seemingly amused by his own joke.

Name: Janusz BuckfortRace: HeatlanderAge: Older than LeynaNotable Feats: He is a chad, but not always the smartest guy around.Current Residence: Krew(OOC)MCName: Robin01_boyDiscord: Robin#9355