Mathilde Weber, Markgrafin of Eastern Stirland
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While the offer to the post was made after the decision for Pan, I think it makes sense it still came in combination with the suggestion that got made once or twice we should have tried to seduce Rosawita.
Also I think this is what you call a "situationship".
Mathilde Weber, Markgrafin of Eastern Stirland
Somehow everyone thought it would take more than this. That you couldn't solve Sylvania with fire and sword, even a sword crafted by Kragg the Grim and spoken of in the same tones as the Runefangs, even fires as hot as the Battle Wizards of the Bright Order.
But no, and of arms and the women sing the bards of the Empire. Where generations of men have faltered and failed, the Elector Countess and her Markgrafin do not. An uneasy team, some whisper, never seen together save when planning or executing a campaign. A winning team, others reply, measured in the unquiet dead laid to rest and the unliving flesh returned to stillness.
Besides, it's well known they share a tent in the field. Always have. And if some Sigmar-bothering nullity wants to complain about it, the people of Stirland and Sylvania will tell him (and it is always a him) to go stick his head in Hel Fen. Comfort has long been in short supply in these lands, and you should take it where you get it. With the brutal schedules and many battles they wage, even moreso.
The long war nears its end. Stirland will be freed. Sylvania will be pacified. Sigmar's Empire will be made whole once more, even if not exactly as in Sigmar's name as the Grand Theogonist might have hoped back when he sent a Witch Hunter. Some Elector Counts fret that the newly restored province will be a battle-hardened threat, new wealth found and freed up both, not as rich as the richest but suddenly richer than average. Some scoff, seeing in Rosawita van Hal neither the flexibility nor the skills to manage a province at peace.
The latter tend to be the ones who haven't met the Markgrafin. And the Emperor himself? He smiles when asked about the problem. This is the Empire, and there are always threats which need the attention of his armies. His newest Elector Countess and her chief subordinate have a fire in their bellies and a prayer upon their lips. Be damned that one might pray to Ranald. They'll make fine leaders for the armies of the Empire.
Sylvania will end. There are rumors of Waaaghs on the horizon, stirrings in the woods, and who knows? Perhaps if given the chance, they can solve another 'unsolvable' problem. Castle Drachenfels is older still than Castle Drak...
Also I think this is what you call a "situationship".
Mathilde Weber, Markgrafin of Eastern Stirland
Somehow everyone thought it would take more than this. That you couldn't solve Sylvania with fire and sword, even a sword crafted by Kragg the Grim and spoken of in the same tones as the Runefangs, even fires as hot as the Battle Wizards of the Bright Order.
But no, and of arms and the women sing the bards of the Empire. Where generations of men have faltered and failed, the Elector Countess and her Markgrafin do not. An uneasy team, some whisper, never seen together save when planning or executing a campaign. A winning team, others reply, measured in the unquiet dead laid to rest and the unliving flesh returned to stillness.
Besides, it's well known they share a tent in the field. Always have. And if some Sigmar-bothering nullity wants to complain about it, the people of Stirland and Sylvania will tell him (and it is always a him) to go stick his head in Hel Fen. Comfort has long been in short supply in these lands, and you should take it where you get it. With the brutal schedules and many battles they wage, even moreso.
The long war nears its end. Stirland will be freed. Sylvania will be pacified. Sigmar's Empire will be made whole once more, even if not exactly as in Sigmar's name as the Grand Theogonist might have hoped back when he sent a Witch Hunter. Some Elector Counts fret that the newly restored province will be a battle-hardened threat, new wealth found and freed up both, not as rich as the richest but suddenly richer than average. Some scoff, seeing in Rosawita van Hal neither the flexibility nor the skills to manage a province at peace.
The latter tend to be the ones who haven't met the Markgrafin. And the Emperor himself? He smiles when asked about the problem. This is the Empire, and there are always threats which need the attention of his armies. His newest Elector Countess and her chief subordinate have a fire in their bellies and a prayer upon their lips. Be damned that one might pray to Ranald. They'll make fine leaders for the armies of the Empire.
Sylvania will end. There are rumors of Waaaghs on the horizon, stirrings in the woods, and who knows? Perhaps if given the chance, they can solve another 'unsolvable' problem. Castle Drachenfels is older still than Castle Drak...
