Alderick Castle (more like a small wooden fortress)
Residents
Sir Alderick Grausam (Knight, aged 45)
Alderick II(Son, aged 12)
Titles
Knighthood
Garrison
50
Praefectus
The house of Alderick.
Alderick Castle (more like a small wooden fortress)
Residents
Sir Alderick Grausam (Knight, aged 45)
Alderick II(Son, aged 12)
Titles
Knighthood
Garrison
50
Last edited by knight of virtue and valor; November 25, 2013 at 11:41 AM.
"WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities...they will know: Helghan belongs to the Helghast." -Scholar Visari
Praeses
Re: The house of Alderick.
A crew of large and somewhat rough looking guys walk up to the house and the biggest one knocks on the door and says in a booming voice in crude russian accented German
Ist Alderick los? Ich bin es, Boris!!! Komm heraus heir, du hart alte arschlock.Ich will sehen, ob du noch hässlich.
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Praefectus
Re: The house of Alderick.
Alderick opens the door, and, upon seeing the the big man he Smiles "Boris, du russische Spatenstich, würde ich Ihre Version von Deutsch überall wiedererkennen!" switching to english as he looks around at the group "I never thought I would see you and your group again after I left our mutual trade. What brings you to England?"
"WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities...they will know: Helghan belongs to the Helghast." -Scholar Visari
Duke of Nottingham
Re: The house of Alderick.
Lord William Mercer approached on his steed, he was still hungover from the night that had passed and his head was throbbing in pain. In his drunken state he had heard of the King's death bewildered by the news and certain his pretender will soon come forth William had decided to rally his troop and gather all the knights he can before the fighting begins.
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Praefectus
Re: The house of Alderick.
Alderick sees the lord and salutes "To what do I owe this honer, sir?"Originally Posted by Lord William
"WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities...they will know: Helghan belongs to the Helghast." -Scholar Visari
Duke of Nottingham
Re: The house of Alderick.
William holding his head in pain
Not so loud Sir, I feel like I have been kicked in the head by a donkey
do you mind if my horse and I rest before I ride north?
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Praefectus
Re: The house of Alderick.
Alderick nods, and, as he motions for a couple of his men to take the horse, speaks quieter "Of course, young sir. its hard lands to the north even without a hangover. Stay as long as you like...humble though my home may be, its doors are always open to the weary"
"WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities...they will know: Helghan belongs to the Helghast." -Scholar Visari
Duke of Nottingham
Re: The house of Alderick.
William nods in gratitude, and steps down from his horse
I am sure you have heard the news? The king is dead
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