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"GOD BLESS" Said Baron of Triglav while chilling in his tower (barony)

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Top five COA's on LoTC (I know the top 3 is mine) Ten reasons why elves are worse than humans Top ten High pontiffs?????? And last question....How's life in Poland?

Holy Ser August snorted in the seven skies "This guy overdosed on Salmon and now became a brainlet"

Mikhail Jazloviecki cleaned up cannons as he said out loud to his lechian artillerymen "Let's show them how we, Jazloviecki family defend Savoy"

Mikhail Jazloviecki bellowed out a heartily laugh "Tho the **** is he to decide that?"

Mikhail Jazloviecki would stay at night in the church, praying for King Charles' soul and his safe passage to seven skies

Double Crispy Holy Sir August nodded as he read the note from seven skies "Shieeet, Ottomar 'Nickolas II' von Alstreim isn't ballin"

Mikhail Jazloviecki would wipe his arse with this paper before proceeding with the rest of the day!

[♪] It was a sunny day in the realm of the Argent Sun. A Holy Knight, named August Jazloviecki-Buckfort was sitting in his old armchair that remembers the golden era of Savoy, while smoking his cigar. The sun was shining on his old, hairy face and the man simply smiled at the distant star. He was old, he sensed that his end would come sooner or later. He puffed his cigar one more time before extinguishing it and standing up “It’s time” he thought to himself before walking back inside the old Triglav Keep. The man put his sword on the clothed table and prayed for a moment. Once he was sure of his intentions he went down to the cellar and took out a barrel of Uruk Guzzoline. “I once cheated death, it’s due time to embrace it” he said to himself before walking out with the said barrel and putting it on his horse. It took several days for the Knight to reach the heartlands that have been like a second home for him ever since his beloved Savoy fell. There was one thought in his head - Dumapalooza. So as he did exactly what he has planned - August approached the gate, and greeted his nephew Aleksander Wilhelm with a smile, as none of his relatives knew of his intentions. He went in carrying the barrel in his bag,after that the Old Knight went for a peaceful walk toward the building, while entering he moved through the crowd to find himself standing near the fireplace that was close to the podium where the candidates for a new Duke of Adria were standing. He hesitated a bit, but after a short prayer he glanced at the gathered Adrians and opened the barrel. The smell was quite distinct, though due to the crowd it didn’t spread quickly. August raised his arms and poured all the content of the barrel over himself. He was certain that his decision was righteous and thus this action will be the best and only possible way to purify his soul. Moments later the elderly man reached into the fireplace and immediately caught on fire. The crowd turned their heads towards the Knight but it was too late. Holy Knight screamed his last words as his body stood in flames… His goal was simple - hit the representatives of House von Draco, enemies of his relatives and of his own. Then the most unexpected of all possible things happened - a poor recruit stepped in to stop the burning Knight. He could not stop therefore he rushed into the boy, causing burn damage to his clothes and skin. He did not succeed, but he tried. His duty was fulfilled and his soul cleansed. The last Argent Legionnaire, last living Savoyard and last Jazloviecki Holy Knight dropped dead as his body burned in agony. August Mikołaj Jazloviecki-Buckfort lived 109 years, now he departed on his last journey, to find eternal peace and finally reconnect with his lost friends and family.

Holy Ser August would wipe his tears slowly as he heard of the news "Another friend that I outlived...." - "Hopefully I'll see you again, Emil"

Mikhail would salute to the other Sokolists "Vigour in Faith, Brothers" - "Vigour in Faith"

Young Mikhail Jazloviecki would prepare the uniforms for the Sokolites, while doing so the lad would sing Lechitic songs Vigour in Faith

"A Savoyard only in name...." Holy Ser August said slowly as he cried missing his beloved San Luciano

"Knife-ears got angry" Said the old knight

Holy Sir August nodded his head as he finally can take a shit in Grodno without getting bandited by goddamn Romstums

The old knight would read the letter slowly somewhere in Triglav, his hand shaky, tears flowing from his eyes, he puffed his cigar before signing the cross and looking outside to look at the lake "I will miss you, Borysia- You were something else to me, I will never forget you and you shall always be in my heart- Siła w Bogu, i my z Bogiem"

Holy Sir August nodded his head with warm smile before speaking up "GOD bless, utterly based"

Holy Sir August shivers at the mention of Waldenian assembly "Hope it will turn out well...and peaceful...jak to mówił mój ojciec, nie będzie mi Waldeńczyk pluł w twarz..."

Holy Sir August shrugged slowly "I believe Keorn is from ISA or MOJ... Others dont respect our Faith... So they should fear it"

Holy Sir August wiped the single tear "They grow up so fast..."

Holy Sir August nodded his head proudly before patting Hieran's shoulder "A good man you are, thank you very much...my dear friend"

✠✠✠ A Knight’s calling ✠✠✠ The picture shows a depiciton of young armiger “Dear brothers and sisters in GOD, I write this letter to invite you all for a meeting and training. We mourn after our beloved General- Armand, but this cannot stop us from serving GOD, I also want that our armigers get to know eachother, maybe we’ll find some tasks for them as well. This is a great time for knight wannabee's to join the ranks of Supreme Order, If you want to join- come and speak with us. I hope that this letter finds you all in good health, GOD bless and I hope we’ll see each other soon enough” SATURDAY 6PM EST 30 OCTOBER DOBROV PRAISED BE GOD, THE WICKED SHALL PERSIH Equestor-Centurio August Jazloviecki-Buckfort

Nodded his head solemly before signing the cross "I hope the General found his peace, it was an honour serving GOD with him"

Holy Sir August smiled widely before letting out a single tear "Im so proud of this boy"