Auriel_
Lover
A mug hits the table with a loud 'clack!'.. it's wooden, oiled surface seemingly
rippling with the noise as brown ichor spilled from it. Rum, the drink of kings far away.
The letter sent written, causing a sigh and a long winded cough as the one-eyed Viscount
gazed over the writing. Partying occurs outside as he looked over it, a grave look over his
face as he sighed.
"GOD DAMNIT."
Various miscellaneous items hit the floor as he threw his arms across the desk and
immediately went for a cigar box, drawing the square piped one and cut it by an end,
his sabatons crackling against embers as he trudged over some coals, annoyed he
skidded his plated, glorified boots across the ground in mild disdain as he looked into
a torch and lit his cigar, cursing loudly if only for a moment.
"I signed a god forsaken document, pledging my services for the coming war- this, was
that war. If I wanted to become a vassal, I would've went to Anhald and did /that/! Nay-
we have to proclaim th' entire bloody fock'n south a vassal, no fock'n wonder th' people
of Rogues Hearth rebelled, they're all fock'n insane! I loved fighting alongside some of
those men- but if this, this sort of shit-" Mid-crumpling of a paper as he took in a breath
and coughed into his cloak.
"This sort of shit don't fock'n cut it! This is the shit that I end up helping the grape with!
I fock'n hate Grapes!"
rippling with the noise as brown ichor spilled from it. Rum, the drink of kings far away.
The letter sent written, causing a sigh and a long winded cough as the one-eyed Viscount
gazed over the writing. Partying occurs outside as he looked over it, a grave look over his
face as he sighed.
"GOD DAMNIT."
Various miscellaneous items hit the floor as he threw his arms across the desk and
immediately went for a cigar box, drawing the square piped one and cut it by an end,
his sabatons crackling against embers as he trudged over some coals, annoyed he
skidded his plated, glorified boots across the ground in mild disdain as he looked into
a torch and lit his cigar, cursing loudly if only for a moment.
"I signed a god forsaken document, pledging my services for the coming war- this, was
that war. If I wanted to become a vassal, I would've went to Anhald and did /that/! Nay-
we have to proclaim th' entire bloody fock'n south a vassal, no fock'n wonder th' people
of Rogues Hearth rebelled, they're all fock'n insane! I loved fighting alongside some of
those men- but if this, this sort of shit-" Mid-crumpling of a paper as he took in a breath
and coughed into his cloak.
"This sort of shit don't fock'n cut it! This is the shit that I end up helping the grape with!
I fock'n hate Grapes!"
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