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Milenko sighs – he hoped to meet the man and share tales of the battlefield, promptly after being blessed by the man; one that lived, and died.

Carolus Magnus would hear the news, hoping to meet the Grand Magus in the upcoming days...

Carolus Magnus smirks upon the news, he’d gesture for his men to arrange horses and provisions – he finishes a glass of wine, rolling his tongue over his teeth, ready to depart upon the Imperial lands to meet the renowned Canonist “Daniel de Alence of Bourdon, who are you? An angel of vengeance? Or perchance a saint of salvation?”

o_O!

Carolus Magnus raises a brow inquisitively, he’d whistle calling his brothers forth, showing them the paintings and pointing at a sack of minas “Time to get an improvement to our summer home!”

The Butcher of Lorraine prepares for potential conflict in the upcoming days...

Carolus Magnus is glad his efforts in the war were not in vain! “Yet, the lesson is not yet learned.” he’d repeat – quoting the Lord Protector.

Carolus Magnus wonders why no Dragonblood houses were invited...

Carolus Magnus would read the codex from his cell – he’d stop right at the end, where the Lexicon was stated, his eyes darting between the intricate words that were unknown to the child “At least I can enjoy some reading while I’m here, right?”

Please.

A man sits on a sky-cell while he mourns the fallen... “Mars...” he’d say before turning to face the thick walls that kept him.

Carolus Magnus bids 5000 minae

The Military Summit Of Morsgrad Writ 1734 In accordance with the following edict, on this very day did the military-minded folk of Morsgrad, Nordish and Renatian alike arrive ‘pon the grandiose palace of Morsgrad to converse on the pertaining military matters: The future of the military. In which it was decided, by unanimous vote, that the Renatians and Nordish of the Nordhirim should merge under one military branch, rather than maintain their separate style as they have been doing to provide further efforts to the assimilation of the two peoples. The structure of the military. In which it was decided, by unanimous vote, that the military structure shall consist of one regiment - until it can support more. Each regiment shall comprise of 4 Enlisted Ranks & 2 Officer-Corp Ranks. Salary, pay & other bonuses of the military. In which it was decided, after some discussion, that the base pay of the military will be ten marks. This shall be provided by subsidies in to military funding. The pay shall rise five marks upon each ascended rank, furthermore, there shall be a five-mark recruiting bonus. The meeting thereby concluded with the swearing of fealty of the present military men. Signed Dutifully, Godric Edvardsson Ruric, Duke of Morsgrad

“Orcs Must Die!” says Magnus Horen as he presses the trigger without sparing another look, sending a mighty bolt at point blank range to the orc

“I’ll finally be a Knight” says Magnus!

Magnus smiles at the Lord Protector’s music taste “He knows...”

Magnus Horen would always look up to renowned knight-scholars like the mighty Carlovac Kovachev!

Child’s Play ✠ At the Crossroads gathered two opposing forces without banners. The Renatians’ armor gleamed in the sun as they stood down a horde of bloodthirsty Orcish screamers. This bloody bout had begun with a simple scream that echoed across the battlefield from the lips of one Orcish ally, “Magnus, your lunch money sir?” The young boy released a pitched screech back at the Orc with spittle flying from his lips, “Come and get it!” So ensued this momentous feud as blades were drawn from their sheathes and archers loosed their volleys at the opposing side. Arrows missed, flung into the dirt and some glancing off armor with horrible scraping noises. The Renatian boys and their leal bannermen kited away with steadfast determination and the Orcs and their Allies followed suit feeling as though they had won. Victory, they thought, was certainly assured. Today they would feast on the fruits of their labor and add a tally to their list. Young Cicero put an end to this notion fast as he sallied his fellow Renatians uphill, arrows being loosed volley after volley at the quickly encroaching Orcish warriors. The orcs struggled uphill due to their momentous size, and the men poured down from the side and then flanked them, and, thus began an orgy of blood. Three warriors fell prey to Cassius’ sword as another dubbed Austin “The Duelist” scrambled away and thought he would escape. He too met his end by being pierced through the spine with Magnus’ sword before he said, “Thanks for the lunch money…” The Duelist sputtered and bloody phlegm left his lips before he collapsed to the ground and bled to death. The four children who let the battle turned around with vicious glee after the bloodletting, very proud of the work they and their loyal bannermen had accomplished. Cicero and Cassius shook with glee, rattled by the experience but unfettered by worry. This hunting session had gone well and there was plenty of tusk-ivory for everybody involved. Cassius squealed and said, “I got the most kills! I got ‘em I got ‘em!” Cicero skulked for a moment and looked like he wanted to disagree, but Magnus kept order and told them to stop their yapping. Laelius let his sword drag against the ground for a minute before wiping a tiny splotch of blood off of it. The gang returned home with their spoils of war and began to plot their next expedition. ✠ After all, if the big bad orcs could not stop four children, what good could they do to an army of full-grown men?

Magnus shakes his head, beckoning for Laelius and Cicero to follow him as they venture into Morsgrad!

Darksteel cackles after such a slaughter, he then stops for a moment going to count the amount of goods he was able to retrieve that day! ”Easy” he concludes.

THE SLAUGHTER OF THE URUK The mellow sun scorched across the dry savanna that acted as the home of the Mokh-Uruk federation, but that day it was not the only unwanted item - for a small contingent of Orenians strode across the plains with the Orcish capital sharp in their sights. The death of the twenty Martyrs still fresh in their mind, these war-hardened Orenians were here for vengeance; they received such. The day had started warm and full of life, but the sun set with a much different atmosphere on the city for any actions of rejoice or celebration were surely diminished. Instead, a sour mood spread amongst their camp as it was littered with the dead bodies of many Uruk. All it took was 3 Orenians, and those 3 had slaughtered nearly a dozen Uruk in their own capital this ‘eve. Let this be the first lesson of many that the Uruk shall receive. [!] At the bottom are quickly sprawled paintings of the situation!

Milenko Fiscere smiles as he reads the missive

Prince Otto would raise Svjetlast high – gesturing for Isaac and his retinue to make haste towards Curonian land

Otto grins as he raises a bottle of carrion-black!