End of the Age

"ah, the smallfolk. I grew up amongst them, and so have a unique view of them amongst the lords of westeros"

Albrecht: I see. That is most unusual your majesty. However, I think I must explain. In Nilfgaard, we do not care about one's birth or gender. We care about ability. Even the nobles, if you can call them that, are subject to this. No where is this more evident than Nilfgaard's armies. *He gestures to his men.* Some of the men I have brought with me today are of noble birth. And, despite my rather grandiose name, I am not. I am the son of an architect and an architect by trade. The nobility amongst my men answer to me, their superior. Further, *he turns to Hanna* Lieutenant, if you will please remove your helmet.

she removes her helmet revealing her face

Albrecht: As you can, it is as I said: Gender is not a matter in Nilfgaard. Like me, the Lieutenant earned her rank.

*surprised* "my lady, you have the eyes and hair of a true valyrian"

"a what my lord?"

"Valyrian. Valyria is the land my house and our dragons originate from"

" I am from temaria and my father is from nilfgaard my lord but my father and his father and so on had the same traits"

"....interesting"

Albrecht: Quite.....Perhaps some of your...Valyrians migrated to the continent we call home long, long ago?

Berk: is being valerian a big deal?

"my house and house valeryon are the only survivors of valyria"

Albrecht: Survivors?

"The how is lost to history, but valyria now is but a smoking ruin"

Albrecht: I see...That should be an interesting discussion for later, your majesty, but concerning the present: I trust that the fact I am the lieutenant are commoners will not...negatively affect diplomatic proceedings?

"not at all"

Albrecht: Excellent! It's also good to find an open mind amongst nobility.

OOC. ....uhm..... what the hell.... the season is over and the antagonist has only barely been revealed by name.... its like they only animated half the plot arc......

OOC: aaaand I'm back

*Arthwr remains silent and adopts an upright posture*

OOC. in case you ever wondered how tanks mate, heres some tank porn for you.... warning: assrape involved

OOC: It's our gnomish overlord, The Mighty Jingles !!!

TOG TOG TOG TOG TOG TOG TOG

Waaaa...

What are you talking about naz?

OOC: You won't understand unless you watch The Mighty Jingles on youtube.

at least part of the explanation:

OOC. ...goddammit.... i have been playing so much World of Warships lately that it constantly feels like im drifting to one side and whatever im focusing at to the other side....

Hehe

OOC: also, i reached a new personal record in agar.io : lasting 2nd place on the top 10 list, with 77K players online
....then i basically got so big that i was boxed in by those annoying green blobs, and couldnt  afford to split into small enough pieces to get through because of all the damn people around.... so eventually i got nommed up.... then i instantly made it back into 10th place.... then my game crashed...

Ooc. ....so..... The weathers nice, eh?
How is that promised 40K replacement coming along now that everyone evacuated from that?

not too bad
just ironing out some things

Hopefully we can continue before the early hours of morning

OOC boop

OOC: Poob

Ooc Boop?

OOC: pop

grand maester: it has indeed been too long *chuckles*
Carron: pleasantries can wait i'm afraid, this man's wounds are serious

*He looks up*
"Where would you like me to go?"

"to my study"

"Lead the way"
*He slowly begins to grow rather pale*

hhe leads the way
Carron: do you feel alright?

"F-fine......just a little light headed"
*He begins using the poleaxe as a walking stick*

they get him there and lie him down, treating his wounds

*It goes pretty well, though the ones on his head leave him less than amused once they finish*

"there we are"

"Thanks...."

Carron: how are you feeling?

"like shit, but shit that won't die from blood loss"
*sits up*

he chuckles
"I suppose so"

"Thanks again"
*He begins replacing his clothing*

"so, off to the dragonpit with you now is it?"