D'Arricarrère Family/Arnaud

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Letter from Sir Velax de Vere

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Dear nobles of the Royal Legion, Welcome to our new Legion nobles. This army, and the Tribute Collecting Army which was its predecessor, has a long and proud history. The Legion is one of the strongest armies in the Far East, and we have been at the forefront of every battle in Arcaea's recent history. It was the Legion that routed the combined forces of Zonasa and Aenilia in Larmebsi, breaking the backs of their armies and forcing them to sue for peace after we besieging Nahad. It was the Legion that finally caught the army of Arcachon in Unotosa and destroyed it, dealing the islanders their first major defeat after months of them fleeing and evading us. And it was the Legion that was first over the walls of Enlod, signalling the beginning of the end to the treaty-breakers that had murdered our nobles, raped our peasants and attacked us every time our backs were turned. I know you will help us maintain and grow our reputation for bravery, honour and victory. Yours sincerely,

Sir Velax de Vere (King of Arcaea, Duke of the Dark Isle, Baron of Ecsetuah, Marshal of the Royal Arcaean Legion)

Letter from Arnaud d'Arricarrère

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Raping peasants is nice. Hope we get the chance to do it.

Arnaud d'Arricarrère (Knight of Talex)

Letter from Sir Velax de Vere

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Dear Lord Arnaud, I would suggest you keep such thoughts to yourself in future. Any Arcaean caught murdering or raping peasants will be banned from this realm. We cleansed the Dark Isle to rid the Far East of the sort of noble that would engage in that sort of barbarity. We will not now join them. Yours sincerely,

Sir Velax de Vere (King of Arcaea, Duke of the Dark Isle, Baron of Ecsetuah, Marshal of the Royal Arcaean Legion)

Letter from Sifeer Lejeunes Silver

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Sir Arnaud, I assure you that I didn't get this far through such... base actions. I have 100 men under my command. The cream of the crop, with the rapists culled. There are men among them that even I would fear being on the wrong end of the sword from.

Sifeer Lejeunes Silver (Duke of Talex, Margrave of Talex)

Roleplay from Arnaud d'Arricarrère

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Arnaud grumbles after reading the King's reply. He looks the men he hired: the very lower filth of society, commoner criminals, caught and uncaught. He valued more those who managed not to get caught, of course. "What am I going to do with these if they cannot have a proper looting?" he wonders.

Arnaud d'Arricarrère (Knight of Talex)

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Travel Report You find a good route and make progress faster than assumed, saving one hour of travel time. As you pass the border, you come upon a signpost reading: Welcome to Ohnar West, the last true Republic of the Far East. All who enter with truth, courtesy, and honor in their hearts are welcome. As you enter Larodais, peasants who hate your realm take up arms and prepare to assault you. Arrival You have arrived in Larodais, a Badlands region. You are not in friendly territory, though your realm is not warring these people either, for the moment. There is a horde of 21 angry peasants here, seemingly stirred up by your arrival or that of someone else. Looting Activity message to all nobles of Arcaea Someone from our realm has gone on a killing spree in Larodais (Ohnar West).

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Roleplay from Arnaud d'Arricarrère

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The sun traveled closer to the horizon, prepared to set itself upon its mantle of earth and rock. It was only a matter of hours. It was cool, slightly chilly, over the desolate barren lands of Larodais. The faint song of mourning doves could be heard over the hills, the chatter of crickets by the pond granting a tranquil rise to an otherwise normal winter morning in the Far East. It was in such a scene that Arnaud reluctantly woke up too, his rustic eyes creeping open slowly. As he regained consciousness, the sudden and precise pain of a thousand hammers clamored against his cranium. Another intoxicated night, followed by yet another brutal hangover. He carefully looked around to find himself in a cart, one that was moving no less. "By the gods... What the...?" Without word, his Captain passed him on horseback, conspicuously dropping a scroll before continuing on. Arnaud payed it no immediate attention, sitting upwards instead to inspect the scene. There were two soldiers, one on each side, marching by the cart. They seemed to reek of alcohol, accompanied by the faint tinge of an unknown smell. This prompted Arnaud to smell his own person, revealing that half of the earlier stench came from his own clothes. "What happened?" he questioned, directing his speech to either guard. They looked at each other momentarily confused, before one of whom spoke. "Do you remember nothing, sire?" Arnaud shut his eyes and attempted to concentrate over the surges of pain. "There were peasants... and rocks? They were throwing them at us?" he asked, questioning his own memory. "Yes. At least twenty of them!" answered the short one with the unnaturally large forehead. "Twenty-one, to be exact." corrected the other, whose face resembled that of rat or weasel. "And there was a monster or two..." "I saw three, but Gofric says he saw four, but you already know he is not to be trusted!" accounted for the large forehead one. "So, did we save them from the monsters?" asked Arnaud, trying to memorize that Gofric was the rat-man. The men looked at each other again, now even more confused. "Are you sure you do not remember anything sir?" was Gofric's counter-question. "Well, not really, there might have been a nude girl or two..." "Driads!" intervened the large fore-headed, very enfatically. "What?" Arnaud couldn't have sounded more confused. "Those were dryads, sire, we met them in the forest!" "I don't remember any forest..." "They rewarded us for saving the peasants from the terrible creatures attacking them!" "Well, I did always want to meet a dryad..." Arnaud fantasied. "But you did, sire, and performed extremely vigorously! But that is a tale to be told later, you should rest now." "I did? Oh, I must be beginning to remember... How did they look like?" he wondered. "Yes, he did, did he not?" Cursed-brow asked rat-man, who was looking even more confused than Arnaud himself. "Umm... Yes?" He half said, half asked. "Good, good, now what is this?" The noble commander was now pleased, but his smile soon faded when he read the letter his captain had delivered him. "What is the meaning of this outrage? Did any of you go around raping peasants? Why did I not take part in this?" "It must have been the treacherous lies of your envious enemies, sire! Your good looks leave many a man ashamed!" cursed-brow affirmed, poking rat-man with his elbow. "Indeed they are, indeed they are..." rat-man nodded solemnly. "Ah, I see, I must write back to rectify this horrible mistake. It is unbelievable, one's victory to be so badly confused for perversion! What times do we live in?" Arnaud's outrage was clear, and in the back of the accusing letter, on an unsteady and often jumping cart, he proceeded to write twisted lines that his scribe would later ignore to write a decent letter after hearing the whole story.

Arnaud d'Arricarrère (Knight of Talex)

Roleplay from Arnaud d'Arricarrère

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Before finishing this arduous task he noticed some bottles he had not previously seen before. He read the label: 'Brewed in Larodais'. "What is this, boys?" Rat-man was caught by surprise. "A... tribute for our glorious victory?" "Ah, fantastic! This night we should celebrate then, should we not?" "We definitely should, sire, we definitely should!" answered cursed-brow with a grin that fully revealed his lack of teeth.

Arnaud d'Arricarrère (Knight of Talex)