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Gweiyr smirks. ~Ay’Larihei~

((Some helpful criticism; kinda hard to read))

I thought you were better than this.... But it’s pretty good))

”I’m a homosexual and I still think you’re a tad bit worse than I am.” The one and only Gweiyr commented

An atronach ponders. ”Mister Dael’ran is a gentleman and a good man.”

THE REPLUBIC OF ARGENTINA PRESIDENTE JUSTO: JUSTO MISMO? (President Justo: Really Fair?) Recently rising to power, the new president of Argentina, Agustín Pedro Justo has addressed the people publicly on what can be marked as the most heavily secured event to ever be held in Buenos Aires. When questioned regarding his promises, Justo said; “The state will control the economy. [ex-president] Yrigoyen destroyed our economy, shattered our country, but I won’t allow this to further itself. Federal companies with private investments shall be created and investment in la industria petrolera [oil industry] shall be made, as well as a greater value given to the big landowners of our country. Not only that, but the creation of a secretariat devoted solemnly to the fiscalization of exports to ensure the greatest quality for the best prices, as to attract foreign investment in designated areas.” UNA NUEVA ECONOMÍA: HUEYO PROMETE! (A new economy: Hueyo promises!) In the first official meeting of the new government, Minister of the Treasury Alberto Hueyo has proposed the following plans to reform the economy after the disaster of Yriguyen; Creation of the natural gas drilling company ‘La Plata’ as a statal company and invites foreign investors for a collaboration. The investment is tax-free as long as the investor agrees to share 45% of the profit with the local investor. Restrictions on expenses in public constructions (public hospitals, etc) and re-allocation of budgets to allow a growth in the economy to invest money in health and education when the economy hits a stable point. LOS COMUNISTAS: ERGUAN-SE BRASILEÑOS! (The communists: rise, Brazilians!) (A picture of the PCB (Partico Comunista Brasileiro)) In an official statement by President Agustín Pedro Justo, he addressed the recent rise to power of the communists in Brazil. Addressing that, he said; “Communists shall not have any chance of rising in las Américas as they were given in the United States. Argentina will not tolerate a regime that silences the opposition and turns people poor while their leaders bast in richness, their people starve! Rise, people of Brazil! Do not take this bloody regime!” El Presidente Justo seemed very passionate in his speech. EL EJERCITO: UNA NUEVA MANOBRA! (The army: a new move!) (New recruits of the Argentine army) As head of state, El Presidente Justo is charged with being the General of the Army as well, alongside General Juan Peron have started a mobilization of the Army. Presidente Justo declared that conscription is now mandatory for all men between 18 and 45 years of age that do not have any deficiencies or medical leases. In an interview with ‘La Gazeta’, General Juan Peron said; “Plans are put into motion and for these plans, the army is required. No further questions on that regard.” LA SUPERLIGA: INDEPENDIENTE 6 x 1 BOCA JUNIORS (The Independiente de la Plata squad before the historical game against Boca) In the Grand Final of the Superliga, the strong Independiente team with star man Raimundo Orsi destroyed a weak-looking Boca Juniors side. The club, based in Avellaneda, made it to their first final against the Buenos Aires-based side, Boca Juniors. In the first half, right at the 4th minute, Raimundo Orsi shot from outside the box and caught goalkeeper Elías Yustrich off guard and slotted it right into the top right corner. In the 12th minute, Boca fought back with Paraguayan forward Delfín Benítez, who received a good pass from Ernesto Lazatti and put it under goalkeeper Bello’s legs. But then, Boca was dismal. After a horrendous mistake by José Marante gave the ball to Raimundo Orsi’s feet, who dribbled past Elías and pushed it into the net, 2-1. In the 46th minute of injury time of the first half, once more star man Raimundo Orsi benefited off a wrong pass from Martim Silveira to José Marante and went free against Elías. The goalkeeper managed to save it, but Marino Evaristo came from behind Orsi to slot it in. 3-1. In the first minute of the 2nd half, a stunning strike from the middle of the field by defender Luis Fazio caught goalkeeper Elías completely off-guard and left Boca supporters in La Bombonera with their mouths open, 4-1. Just two minutes later, in the 3rd minute of the second half, Raimundo Orsi received a brilliant corner from Antonio Sastre and volleyed into the bottom left corner to put Independiente 5-1 ahead, with an amazing hat-trick from Orsi. At the 22nd minute of the second half, Antonio Sastre delivered another good corner, but this time Boca defender José Marante delivered a howler, heading against his own goal, forcing a save from Elías who dropped it at Rodolfo de Jonge’s feet, to make it 6-1. ACTIONS Creation of a new statal oil-drilling company in the provinces of Río Negro, Chubut and Santa Cruz. [MOD] See changes in the economy. [MOD] Check PMs. Began mobilization of the army throughout the country and conscription of all males between 18 years and 45 years of age that have no disabilities or medical prescriptions. [MOD]

A very much alive Philippe Capet scanned over the letter quietly, the winds blowing against his grown beard and hair. Life in the Wildlands had treated him... not so greatly. ”Hmph...”

”Monkeys” uttered Marwyn, a Norlander under Nordengrad!

Marwyn stood quietly by Alvar’s side, a single tear rolling down his bearded cheek, nodding. ”A rough decision... A unfortunate fate... but one necessary.”

”First and foremost, who the frick is Chuck?” Marwyn pondered to himself. ”And- wow! They squashed more bandits that they outnumbered two to one! Such brave soldiers that always have the numerical advantage! I wonder how...” Marwyn said, having PTSD of the one emote bell that somehow managed to rally 25 people that weren’t involved in the initial roleplay.

”OH.” Archon muttered.

A letter finds it’s way back to Ser Jan Ritter, penned by none other than the fiction write, “Nine-Lives” Davis, the stamp of a clown on the letter, as it read; ”Greetings, o’-good Jan Ritter! You see, my works are stories based loosely off reality. If we were to speak whom was slaughtered in that throne room, I ask you, Ser Ritter, was King Marius also not slaughtered by Imperial hand in the aforementioned throne room, yet it was somehow him that commanded the burning of Ves? I beg of you, ser Ritter, refrain yourself from hipocrisy. T’is not God’s way. Signed, “Nine-Lives” Davis, writer and bandit.

VALE, EQUES MAGNAM -=- (A colorized depiction of the beheading of the snake, Darius Ault, c. 1711) Oh call out in joy and glee, good people of Arcas! Call out in glee for dishonor has been met with justice and oh what brutal justice it was! O’ reader, read this and be filled with the bittersweet taste of justice well served and deserved! For months and months had we to endure the infuriating decision of the Corpse Emperor to choose none other than the dishonorable Darius Ault for the position of Grand Knight! The man, misguided and perhaps even crazed by his old age and lunacy, had dared to run incursions to arrest good folk of Adria during its most prosperous times and killed people who deserved nothing more than more prosperity. But now, dear reader, now his time hath come! One of our most honorable, most valiant, Are’dal, had found the Imperial dog, like many had before him, skulking about the razed fields of the once-so-proud Ves! Approaching the Grand Knight, Are’dal did not hesitate to draw his blade ‘pon the known man, though not famous, infamous for his dishonorable deeds, crimes, a list that goes on and on. A hand, cut off for his atrocities! Questioning him about the most recent treaty of the re-vassalization of Adria as a Princedom - oh woe! - the Grand Knight felt… threatened! He whimpered and whinged, and thus, Are’dal and him fought! Though Are’dal’s skill was unmatched, the man’s expert bowmanship granting him o’-swift victory over the Paragon of the Knights of the Empire. What a fool! On the ground, injured and tired, Are’dal stood atop him, proud and stoic. The next scenes, my dearest reader, I shall describe with what can only be named as pleasurable terror. Are’dal, infuriated by the Grand Knight’s audacity to return to Ves after what the boy-toys of the Emperor had done, bound the Grand Knight in rope and chain, gagging him and setting a sack over his head. Dragging him from the roads onwards to the crisped crops of the City, Are’dal threw him ‘pon the charcoaled ground, taking the sack off the Grand Knight’s head, and staring down at him. Muttering the words most recently used by my fellow writer, Nine-Lives Davis, “Vale Imperium”, Are’dal would savagely impale the Grand Knight’s throat upon his sword, oh how gruesome, but how deserved! Not pleased and convinced that the horrors the Grand Knight had caused were not up to his execution thus far, Are’dal kicked him off the blade and onto the ground. The man, gargling in his blood, begged for mercy from the executioner’s blooded sword. But the executioner had no mercy, no respite for the man before his very feet. Gazing down on the gargling man, he would slash clean through the already damaged neck to slip the head free of it’s muscle and bone, the cranium rolling about, before Are’dal grabbed it. A trophy, of course, a prize for killing such an infamous though prestigious figure. Vale, Eques Magnam -=-

Marwyn wrinkles his nose as the Adrians return to the ones whom betrayed them. ”Fools”

It wasn’t always that Gothar intruded himself in matters mortal after the rough disconnection, and the loss of his oh-preserved corruption. A buurz-zhomo, never would he appear once more. But for this? This saddened him. This broke his heart, if there was any. The crooked old ork of corrupted wits and crazed sanity looked upon the plains of the new world, his pale yellow eyes shone, the curved horns of his head, a characteristic of his clan, that of Ram, glistened with recent polishing. ”Da gatez will be open for ‘im, mi’m zure.” the orc, more-so a thing than a descendant at this point, would muse to himself, allowing a controlled laugh to come from the confines of his throat, carried and bitter-sweet to the loss of a honorable ork and fearsome opponent. ”Afar-Ilzgul, Lup-Ilzgul... Nagijak Urukim.... Fraut-boghad, sriz-zhomo, agh slai-thrang in dah Stargush-Stroh”

”Good **** always goes on when I leave...” the near-crazed Gweiyr Morvael commented to himself, sighing.

“OH MY GOD THEY KILLED FIVE OF OUR STREET URCHINS!!!!!!!!!!!!” ‘Nine-Lives’ Davis exclaims!!!!!!

MCName: Voidal_ Name: Marwyn Boeck Age: 21 Rank: Peasant

”Ah, good man, I go by ‘Nine-Lives’ Davis, or in full, Irwin Davis!” The Writer said!

((not the first language over here, pardon me, it’s meant to be children, that kinda ****.

YURY’S FOLLEY -=- (Proud warriors battling a Dragon Knight of the Empire, who was hunting people about the ruins of Adria, c. 1711) O’ dear Reader, how did the Emperor and his dogs howl at the thought of victory! O’ dear Reader, how did they howl! You could hear them across plains, and plains, and plains. But o’ dear Reader, have their howls been silenced by the crushing fist of justice? I tell you, dear Reader, they most surely have! Oh did His Imperial Inbredness Yury o’ the House of Whoren meet his fate! Justice, truly, is well served. Lurking and skulking about the ruins of the once-so-great Adria, once more, the Empire proved it’s treachery and corruptness! Hunting, those dogs were, but oh-so incompetent hunters they were, good reader! Whilst two innocent men passed by the ruins, guess what the forces of the Undead Emperor did, good reader?! They dared pounce on them, like cats would pounce onto a desired toy! But o’ good reader, were those men not defenseless! For from the fro’ came the proud and strong Seventh Sons! O’ dear reader, you ask yourself- didn’t the SkelEmperor outlaw them! Ah yes, my dearest reader, they did indeed do! That only motivated them further, to protect the weak from the strong! From the fray they rode, on horseback and on foot, and engaged the disgraceful Imperial party, and oh what a mythical fight t’was! The Imperial troops, caught in awe and surprise of the might of the Sons, lead on the forefront by the assigned leader, Chuck, did the Imperials meet steel and justice! But, unbeknownst to the Seventh Sons- His Imperial Inbredness Yury Horen was present! Oh did the Sons cheer in glee as they spotted the disgraceful spawn of the wretched, incestuous lineage! After routing the shameful contigent he called ‘soldiers’, the brave soldier of the Seventh, Buck, find His Imperial Inbredness, cowering behind a shield! Oh how did soldier Buck find glee in his kill! Throwing the product of incest in the midst of his companions, he struck down the arbiter of chaos and bringer of disarray, slashing clean through his throat, allowing the dog’s head to come clean off the ignorant’s neck, but oh dear reader, he did not only do that! Soldier Buck, in his pride and glee to such prestigious kill and trophy, proceeded to rid His Imperial Inbredness of the ability of having progenitors! Should he raise from the dead, like his cousin and peer, Marius of Barbanov, surely, this would be a setback! This shows you, oh dear reader, that these boasts of victory of the Empire show their true facet, their facet of pride, ego, tyranny and cruelty. Hunting refugees! My oh my. Today, the just men and women whomst are wise enough to deny these disgraceful acts from the Empire have conquered the first of many victories to come! For Adria, and down with the Empire! Imperium delenda est.

”They’ll say t’is lies... they’ll say t’is slander...” Marwyn mused to himself.

((Strong response, broski, see you in the battlefield!!!))

Vale Imperium -=- (An artist’s depiction of the innocent of Adria running in terror from the flames brought by the Emperor and his terror-mongers, c. 1711) They’ve stomped us down, over and over. We scurry, we run in terror from the tyranny and the brutality. No one wanted this. No one wanted such escalation, no one wanted such death, no one wanted such brutality, cowardice and injustice, when all we asked for was justice. But what else could we expect? The Emperor, in his ‘divine light’, judging his own cousin. It makes us wonder, sometimes, why did we even request reason be made, justice be served? Ranks and ranks of Imperial Legionnaires repelled by the Adrians after the daring attacks upon the Duchy, the King of Haense infuriated, only for the man himself be slaughtered in the Imperial Palace alongside much of the kinsfolk there. Yet… he was the one who appeared later on and ordered the razing of Ves. It makes us wonder… If both the ruler of the Empire and the ruler of Haense have returned from the dead, is this truly the Empire of Man? But those questions are answered with venomous words and sharp steel. Faced with the wrath of his vassals upon his own misguidance and lack of proper leadership, the inbred sought fit to resolve it all in his ‘divine light’, the Emperor’s justice, he called it. Faced with folk pressing him for his terrible decisions, treacherous acts and terrible incest, the Emperor had to cower behind traps whilst his men shot down the defenseless Adrians and Hansetians… yet he calls himself Just, the divine leader of men. He, who has died more than most men can. It truly must be divine being able to return from the dead, something only Antonius Horen and Marius Barbanov can understand. I shall not call out the men and women of Curon, though their eyes must be opened. Forget not, Curonia, the legacy of the Staunton, the legacy of Courland. Imperium delenda est. Faced with the Emperor’s terror and brutality, the men and women of Adria cried in terror as their city was burned to ashes by the orders of their own oh-so benevolent ruler. Cornered and slaughtered in the streets, the Imperium insists on declining the mass murder that happened, but we shan’t be blind, we shan’t turn the other cheek to the children, women, elderly, men, soldiers that died in the burning wreck of Ves. Those that managed to escape? Hunted down, slaughtered. In Reza, the same. The Legionnaires entered, upon orders of the Ghoul-King Marius, to kill any Adrians. But, surely, they only killed soldiers, no? No. Women, children, elderly. All fell to the steel of a Legionnaire’s blade, of a Marian Knight’s axe or a Dragon Knight’s boot. Yet the Empire coats itself with an aura of justice being served, of right fixing wrong. They use the argument of treason, rebellion… when they were the ones who executed, butchered the men and women of Adria who demanded justice be served in the Palace of Incest and Lies. They were the ones who rode out and about on the roads and attacked defenseless refugees. They were the ones who burned down a city without evacuating the citizens, even though they claim such rightful act in the name of GOD and the Emperor, to rid the city of Reivers and Seventh Sons, even though a plaque afront the gates of Ves banishes both. A dying Empire, led by a dead man with a crippling problem of sibling affection. Open your eyes. See the truth. Vale Imperium.

Marwyn wonders how he’s gonna see those OOC pictures.