As with every other, the day faded as the sun above began to dip below the horizon. Northern Asgarnia settled in to what would be yet another brisk Autumn night, the preparations for winter well underway this late into the season. Yet it seemed this day was to be different, an unwelcome break from the tedious normality. For today, the setting sun brought death to the Dutchy of Lassaria.
It was not much death, admittedly. Those who resisted were quickly put down by the black adorned warriors and the rest fell into meek obedience as it seemed they were not to be the target of the day’s events. In their stead, the barns and fields were ravaged for the stores of the winter harvest. The raiders could not take too much, for the villages surrounding the seat of Silverhill were poor from the goblin tyranny and the plunderers could only take what fit within their large forage bags. Yet take they did, helping themselves freely to the best of the stores and the pick of the surviving livestock. The last thing the marauding knights offered the populace was a simple note, nailed into a village signpost to inform the occupants of their new place on the social ladder.
Upon orders of his Lordship, all lands within the area of Blackmarch are hereby ordered to pay tithe to their one, true ruler.
Signed,
Lord William Skeat of the Kinshra Knights.
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All of this was agreed and planned with the agreement of Dan, the ruler of the affected areas. Just keeping ya updated on the events of the roleplay!
We come here with no peaceful intent, but ready for battle, determined to avenge our wrongs and set our country free.
06-Nov-2018 02:03:31
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