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Strategus => Diplomacy => Topic started by: Pappy on February 23, 2014, 04:07:56 am
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For the past months I have been heralded as Lord of New Yalibe, and have grown quite accustomed to the title. I hereby lay claim to the village, and will oppose any who stand in my way or contest my claim. I lay claim to this village in my name alone, and shall be striking within a fortnight.
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So everyone...ya, libe it alone.
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#BGLDIF
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I support your claim papa, good luck and good fortune.
I lay claim on Tom's mother and will oppose any who stand in my way or contest my claim. I lay claim to this woman in my name alone, and shall be striking multiple times for not nearly long enough
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Me and people I drag to the battle will help u get it
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My army of smurfs is amassing its arms, readying its steel, and preparing itself for what comes next. On the morrow we lay the siege camp, and the butchers work shall commence on the eve of Friday at the primest of times (6pm-7pm cst). Good gear shall be made readily available for those who fight beneath my banner, with equipment for all class of soldier and of a caliber more then equal to the task of overcoming any resistance the villagers can muster.
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I can only support this decision even if I can't make the battle. Let us swing our biggle difs proudly into waves of peasants and force them to kneel before their new master!
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It seems the Occitans have declared war on you Papa.
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Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war. My armies march for Yalibe, and my claims were made known. So now the question becomes whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. The bell invites me. Hear it not Occitan? For it is a knell, that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
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Cry Havoc!, Et laisser passer les chiens de guerre. Mes armées marchent pour Yalibe, et mes demandes ont été faites savoir. Alors maintenant, la question est de savoir si 'il plus de noblesse d'âme à subir la fronde et les flèches de la fortune outrageante, ou de prendre les armes contre une mer de douleurs et à l'arrêter par eux. La cloche m'invite. Entendez-il pas l'occitan? Car c'est un glas, qui t'appelle au ciel ou en enfer. :twisted:
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Terms have been struck, and needless bloodshed averted. Those who still seek violence and would support me in my cause, I urge you to lend your swords to Occitan in their assault on Yalibe.
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French surrender FULL RETREAT!