Rhodesia

Username?: Rhodesiaa

Name?: Analach Laraethryn

Age?: 204

Race?: Mali’Aheral

Are you a citizen of Tor Eldar?:  Yes

Discord?: You got it

“Leuven has finally come home.”

The Waldenian nods, mulling over the document.

“My God, I never thought I would see the day.”
The Waldenian knight signs the Cross of Lorraine.

“Well put.”

The Captain Van Tirpitz nods to the Major.

An adjutant hands the Captain the missive. The Waldenian knight reads it over, nodding once.
“Rubern Delenda Est.”

“I highly doubt this Norlandic scum will remain in the light of GOD for long. The best thing for such rabid Northern dogs is to put them down, over and over again. Spay and neuter them like when the Emperor had done so when the great heathen horde marched onto Helena and turned tail.”
The Waldenian knight signs the Cross of Lorraine.

Username: Rhodesiaa

Character name: Analach

Age: 183

Race: Mali’aheral

Are you a citizen of Tor Eldar?: Yes

Discord: Rhodesia#0371

based and dare i say redpilled

The aged Knight, having stained his blade innumerable times with the blood of the Empire’s enemies, simply placed his old Kaedreni longsword onto the mantle above his hearth. 
“Spayed and neutered, the Northern hounds return to their dens- quite surely this will not be the last we hear from them.”
A hand runs along the edge of the old heirloom.
“Not today, old friend.”

The Waldenian Knight applauds.
“I applaud the Orcish intelligence shown this day, throwing their weapons down. However, the Nordlings- not so much.”

Seeing how there’s a split, rudimentary handcannons/handgonnes like this should be implemented.

Sir Oskar van Tirpitz stood over the corpse of his dear comrade. He held the Imperial Blutfahne tightly as he signed the Cross of Lorraine.
“May you rest now, Vitaly. The Seven Skies await.”

The aged Imperial Knight signs the Cross of Lorraine, empathizing with the Emperor and Sigismund II.
“Complacency breeds weak men, and weak men allow such heinous acts to befall the nobility.”

After reading this, it makes me interested in finally making a greenskin character. Albeit, an olog. Good work.

Let this man in +1

Sir Oskar sits quietly in an office at Bastille. An adjutant waits as the knight scrawls something on a piece of parchment. Once he was done, he hands the parchment off.

The adjutant rushes to the square before standing near the statue of the Emperor Peter III. He reads the parchment aloud to those at the square.

“All Belmonts, must die.”

where the guns/flintlocks/muskets

please

ha

hA

Oskar scratches his chin.

“Might be this fellow or the other d’Arkent.”

The aged Knight seats himself down, reading the news.

“God bless the Empire.”

FULL NAME: Oskar von Tirpitz

AGE: 38

RACE: Human

RELIGION: CANONIST

REGIMENT OF CHOICE: 1^st Regiment

((MC name)): Rhodesiaa

((Time zone)): MST