Echoes of an Old War [Player Event]

[MrMojoMordor 663]

-Echoes of an Old War-
 

||  Imperial 1980 || 

 

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In the woods, where no castles stand nor a lord’s power reaches. In the woods, where only ruins of old farm houses & left behind campsites stand. In the woods, between the two province’s capitals - one could see smoke rise into the purple-hued, clear sky. Sent there with joy and merriment.

After countless years of preparation - The Brotherhood of Colors has finally assembled.

“Zing us another ein!” calls out a joyful Waldenian man, dressed in an old & out of fashion uniform. On his chest, a large Aaunic coat of arms.
With a shaky voice, the young bard begins again - their eyes darting here and there, looking at the bodies of their dead fellow troubadours, who’s music was not approved of. Their bodies being picked for anything valuable by a few men dressed in dark, dim red - a large golden cross on their chests. The bard begins to choke on their tears as their voice crack. The joyful Aaunic soldier turns grim.

Another body hit’s the soft mossy floor.

“Ja, they nein make bards like they used to.” the man sighs as his comrade, dressed in bright red with St. Emma decorating his chest nods as they clean their blade from the last bard's blood. “Oui, at least their instruments are tres bien!” the Petran man chirps up, picking up a lute from one of the bodies and sits onto the tree-roots covered rock. “Ivan grab le accordion - Je know you have played it!” he calls out to a rather tall and grim mercenary in black and yellow. The tall man grumbles to himself: “Only wann ea was auwn kindvik.” yet, he complies.

“Was vy velyae joetek?” the raev man asks, raising his brow to his friend with a metallic smile.

 

 

It was year 52' when ploughs were turned to iron & price of blood fell,

When Kings went to war, and one could hear death knell.

From behind the ploughs  - young men were dragged away,
For then fields were tended to - with hooves and blood spray.

As cowardly Kings award Knights & Nobles, who never fought,
Sons laid face down in mud, discarded & tossed.

Their blood became one with soil - one with wheat grain,
One can taste their rot in bread - to this bloody day!

. . . .

 

Spoiler

Player ran event on Wednesday, 12th june at 8pm EST
Be sure to grab CRP gear and meet in Vallagne square!

Respond down bellow with following if you want to take part

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OOC: Closed unless people, who signed up can't come!
Time changed from 7pm EST to 8pm EST

Edited June 11 by MrMojoMordor

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