Forgiveness.

[The_Hochmeister]

Several dozen parchments would be strewn across the Holy City, some pinned to walls and some rolling down the street. Upon it would be a stamped insignia of the Marienritter Orden.

To my most traitorous allies,

I must say, you have done rather well for yourselves. In the beginning the Stygian Company proved rather useful to our Crusade against the Undercity, your dragon-touched being most useful against the mages and various filth we destroyed together in righteous purge. It is only of utmost shame you chose to betray your good man in an attempt to have him killed. Unfortunately, Herebrand would have it I were to continue living, for my service - and my greatest opus, is yet to come.

However, despite your betrayal against us in your third incursion, you have my respect. You may have changed targets for our purge against abberancies and foul taintings of our Spirit-given Aloria, but you continue the Crusade nonetheless. The Yanar are indeed a most slippery existence, their otherworldly influence on our plane being alien, and therefore inhospitable to the Spirit's vision. I only wish you the best in your endeavors against them, for you have gained my respect back. You are free to come back and aid us in our Undercity Crusade whenever you wish for the normal pay you received prior - you have earned it.

It is rather strange no one expected the Archblood-manned company to not be affiliated with the Marienritter Order when we were seen with Archbloods in our numbers up until the day the Stygians took to battle us. Strange indeed.

I hope to see you again, my friends. Ave Spiritus,

Hochmeister Wilheim dem Marienritter Orden
Champion of Herebrand
First Defender of Volckamar
​

 

[Yurs]

 

[Ailethi]

 

[MrNoot1]

William Alexander stood surprised as he'd go to the Church to deliver a copy of the notice to the Head Reverend. "I don't understand anymore. He's planting a large target upon his back on his once great allies. I don't get what he is planning, but he's just tearing Regalia apart." @Iknay

Bjorgulf Haagenvig went to take a copy of the notice, in which he'd move it to his wall down in the basement. He'd then move to stab the copy of the sigil upon his wall. "If you dare try to hurt Aeawyn, Ingemar, or any of the Yanar.. you will be faced with a fury beyond anything you have ever known. My will to allow this is growing more and more thin by the day."

 

[Mettappiness]

The quirky Altalar took a seat in her overgrown lounge, flipping open the notice. She simply rolled her eyes after her brain had processed what she had read. "Seriously, what's their problem with plants? Do they dislike nature? Are they afraid of trees? If they saw a Yanar and didn't have a weapon, would they turn tail and scream bloody murder until they were back in their little nest of ignorance?" She let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, both in the physical and mental sense, and proceeded to go make herself a nice cup of tea.

 

[weatherbyrd]

A man stared down at the paper brought to him, scratching his chin as he turned to the commandant beside him. A single line escaped his lips.

Spoiler: Spoiler

@Katiesc ​

 

[studsonsc]

Nym'vrae glanced over the flyer handed over to her by the Admiral beside
her, squinting as she'd read it over, "I thought we were in the clear.."

Spoiler

@festiveCorvid​

 

[NightLight12]

The hunter looked over at the noticed with a familiar Breizh woman by his side, he reads the notice for a moment and turns towards her with a rose brow "What do you think?"

@Breizhwoman

 

[Antimreoir]

The young Breizh simply shook her head and wore a look of disdain, tearing down the announcement from the board it was placed upon and stamping it into the dirt.

"That. The Yanar bear a distinct respect for the beloved Fae of my homeland, and in that they are my friends."

@NightLight12

 

[HeyitsNano]

Alaric Keen read over the note, before continuing on his way home.

 

[MrBlwe]

"Who?" Axel questioned, peering at the post with a slight amount of confusion and a perked brow.

 

[bwmwags3]

The Url sharpens his blades the hum of the wheel in time to the hum of his small tune. "Burn the wicked and scorch the dead, that was inquistion song they sang, but now they have nothing left. So with one swift stroke let us sever the head."

 

[mochha]

"Oh piss off."​

 

[MidnightRey]

"Do all Unionist think this about my race...?"
A Yanar asked somewhat sadly, heavily bothered. Having a few Unionists who she had in mind already. Before seeming to shake the thought out of her head dismissively.
"Surly not.. No, im just being paranoid."

 

[Anseran]

"Pft, the Yanar hold little difference to many other citizens, regardless of their origins. They pay rent, after all," chimed Osira as he'd scrunch the flier in his hands, and toss it into a random sewer entrance "Return to sender, fuckers."

 

[Timetotalk]

A large Ailor wearing the hood of a bear-skin cloak would just take one of the found pieces of parchment, unable to hold himself from laughing aloud at the message! Taking a full few moments to catch his breathe as he muttered to himself, "These people truly are just going for each other's throats...us 'monsters' don't even need to try anymore. Maybe they'll do us a favor and kill themselves and let us inhabit their homes."

The large man, with one last chuckle, crumpled the piece of paper in his hands before tossing it over a shoulder as he walked off.

 

[FeralGayWalnut]

"...What Yanar pissed him off?" The Paladin would ponder before shrugging and uttering, "Cranky bastard. "

 

[Caduceus_Clayy]

Several dozen parchments would be strewn across the Holy City, some pinned to walls and some rolling down the street. Upon it would be a stamped insignia of the Marienritter Orden.

To my most traitorous allies,

I must say, you have done rather well for yourselves. In the beginning the Stygian Company proved rather useful to our Crusade against the Undercity, your dragon-touched being most useful against the mages and various filth we destroyed together in righteous purge. It is only of utmost shame you chose to betray your good man in an attempt to have him killed. Unfortunately, Herebrand would have it I were to continue living, for my service - and my greatest opus, is yet to come.

However, despite your betrayal against us in your third incursion, you have my respect. You may have changed targets for our purge against abberancies and foul taintings of our Spirit-given Aloria, but you continue the Crusade nonetheless. The Yanar are indeed a most slippery existence, their otherworldly influence on our plane being alien, and therefore inhospitable to the Spirit's vision. I only wish you the best in your endeavors against them, for you have gained my respect back. You are free to come back and aid us in our Undercity Crusade whenever you wish for the normal pay you received prior - you have earned it.

It is rather strange no one expected the Archblood-manned company to not be affiliated with the Marienritter Order when we were seen with Archbloods in our numbers up until the day the Stygians took to battle us. Strange indeed.

I hope to see you again, my friends. Ave Spiritus,

Hochmeister Wilheim dem Marienritter Orden
Champion of Herebrand
First Defender of Volckamar
​

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Lyal was wandering along before she saw the message, sighing before speaking in the Sihndari tongue, saying "Terrorists at it again. Might be in two "opposing" teams now, but their mission is the same. And for some reason some of those Sewer-Folk are workin' with them? I will never understand this...hopefully my comrades in the other guard charters, the mercenaries, or some of the...well... honourable doesn't work, but the more "morally inclined" gangs do something to deal with them. May Estel protect her creations while the web of the Queen enwraps the rest of these pricks where they stand. Well, either that, or let us take em in and finish them off once and for all." and with that she continued on, humming a tune as she began trying to push this to the back of her priorities at that moment so she could go and enjoy a nice spot of tea at the Nook.

 

[BasilMediator]

Andrathath wrinkled his nose as he read over one of the many drifting fliers. "I expected it. I told everyone about it! Nobody listened to me!"

Spoiler: OOC Meme