The End Of Empires

[xSPULLERx 240]

The End of Empires

 

 

Grand King Indago Stormhammer steps towards the balcony, accompanied by the Grand Marshal and his council of Lords. He overlooks a vast rabble of dwarves, assembled all around him. As he lifts his plated gauntlet into the air, a sudden silence falls across the crowd. He begins to speak, his voice booming throughout the hall.

“Mah  brothahs, fellow sons of Urguan! Ah stand befur’ ye t’is day tuh announce t’at t’e ‘umans ‘ave broken t’eir oaths, tramplin’ upon our religion n’ spittin’ upon t’e faces ov our kin. Furt’amur’ tu forces ov ‘Erendal under tu Oren Empire ‘ave advanced into our lands, claimin it as t’eir own. Yet it wus nawt t’ese petti’ thin’s t’at forced our ‘and! T’was t’at t’e ‘umans dared tuh attack our citeh ‘awn t’e day ov mah coronation! Ah’s maneh ov ye bore witness tuh, ah’n attempt wus made tuh kidnap our guest n’ friend, t’e beautiful ‘oigh Princess Toitania. Weh ‘ave decoided as ah Kingdom t’at t’ese grievances cannot guh unpunished. T’erefur’, t’is t’e belief of oi n’ mah council t’at t’e Imperium ov Oren ‘as shuwn ah disregard fer Yemekars Balance n’ suh ‘as been judged as a danger to t’is world. T’is weh ‘o shall administer t’e gods judgement upon t’em...  At t’is mument mah brethren, weh  prepare fer t’e comin’ storm, t’at shall brin’ Anthos tuh war yet again. But fear nawt! Fer weh ar’ t’e sons of Urguan, keepahs n’ guardians ov t’is wurld’s balance! As t’e wurld may burn, weh shall not falter in our quest!”

“‘ere in t’is great city, weh on t’is day shall begin our crusade. Weh shall not allow t’ese voile oathbreakers tuh exist in ah wurld ov peace! In Dungrimm’s anger, ‘e ‘as delivered us  t’e meteors as ah sign... T’e scourge as anothah! Weh must appease ‘is wrath, offerin’ t’e ‘eart of t’is voile monster tuh ‘im. Ah’s Grand King Thorin wunce believed... T’e day t’at Oren reformed t’eir Empire wus t’e day t’eir integriteh n’ ‘onour wus lawst. Suh weh shall march upon Oren wit’ foire n’ steel, rippin’ out t’e ‘eart ov t’is mus’ sinful ov creatures. Stand proud mah brothahs ov t’e dwedmar! Fer ye ar’ Yemekar’s chosen n’  t’e fureh ov t’e gods ‘as called us! Death tuh t’e Imperium n’ death tuh t’e oath breakers!”

Drums beat deep within the grand halls of Kal’Ithrun as the Dwarven Legion musters for battle. Thousands of Legionnaries clad in shining iron plate stand rank upon rank, gripping hold of steel axes and war hammers. Behind them, rows of tall trebuchets stand ready to be wheeled from their workshops. In the depths of the city, the sound of hammers  beating upon anvils rings loudly as mighty forges are lit in preparation for the upcoming demands of war. As the dwarves eagerly await the coming battle, their cries of war echo and resonate all around them. The Grand King departs from the balcony into his personal chamber, taking a clean  parchment and quill.  He dips it into a small pot of ink, preparing to address a letter to House Carrion.

 

 

“To Emperor Siegmund Carrion,

Though it saddens me dearly, it has become clear in my eyes that negotiation has become ever less meaningful  in the world we live. I wrote to you some days ago to discuss the terms upon the Treaty of the Krelmstad. I hoped that this would not cast us into conflict once again.  Yet it seems clear now that the vast majority of your kind have not learned from their past mistakes. Attacks and harassment upon my kin have been made at every turn. By your order or the order of one lesser, men who served your Imperium broke into my coronation, demanding we hand over the stunning High Princess Titania.

These offenses cannot go unpunished. The Imperium has thus been judged as a threat to Yemekars Balance and so my council has demanded we march to cleanse Abresi of its sin. Therefore, I have taken the decision to declare a state of warfare upon the Imperium of Oren.

However, just as we follow Dungrimm’s axe, we are also Anabella’s children. So we shall offer you a final chance to surrender.  If this is to take place, the following terms must be accepted however. May Ogradhad grant you the wisdom to consider this offer.

• Abresi and the Throne to the Imperium of Oren must be surrendered to the alliance of the rebel forces and the Grand Kingdom of Urguan.

• The heads of those who dared trespass upon the coronation of Grand King Indago Stormhammer, as well as the men who raided a diplomatic meeting at Haelun’or must be delivered to Kal’Ithrun with immediate haste.

• A formal apology upon the Oren people to Anbella, to whom guides me upon the course of my kingship.

You have three Dwarven days to give your reply. Should you deny our request, we shall become the avatars of Dungrimm himself, burning, killing and destroying indiscriminately throughout your lands. The days of Empires are numbered Carrion. Your age is over. A storm is coming and Anthos is in centre of it. With it comes change and the beginning of a new age.  Surrender now and we shall offer you the grace of Anabella’s mercy. Deny us and you shall face grave devastation at the hands of Dungrimm’s might. I pray that you shall make your decision wisely.

- Grand King Indago Stormhammer.”

 

 

[pfmaz 6]

Wasn't the new king suppose to help with rebuilding ?

[Baconthief 682]

stunning High Princess Titania.

 

 

 

[[it's true, she is so fabulous]]

[Treshure 5817]

((So good. I wait in anticipation.))

[Aetosion 2062]

King Edward smiles, he knew the dwarves were fools. The small armies of Urguan would be crushed by Herendul alone, they stand no chance against the combined forces of the Imperium. 

[seannie 7443]

"The dwarves will get an even harder spanking then last time."

[leave me alone 995]

Fadiq readies the slave warriors.

[Snoop 365]

David laughs as he hears of the news.

 

"Looks like it will be nation's crossing all over again!"

[Vekrus 396]

Slade hears of the Dwarven Declaration of War and smiles, thinking how easy it will be to crush the Empire's forces. The Royal Rebellion would proceed and succeed. With the aid of the Dwarven Kingdom there was no way the Empire could get out of this one.

[Altiak 1648]

Baron William Dunham grinds his teeth when he is notified of the stout king's preposterous intentions. His kin begin to converse rambunctiously, their chatter echoing through 'Dunham Hall'. William proceeds to emphatically slam his fist down upon the ligneous table.

 

All fall silent, inclining their heads as William stands, his chair bounding backwards. "Enough!" He bellows, his jaw tensing as he continues to speak in a vigorous manner. "T'e dorfs are fools! They claim our provocations tah' be t'e cause of this war an' inquire after m' 'ead!" Those present shook their heads in denunciation, muttering hushed remarks. "Bu' this is no'why they wage war upon us. Their leader is a damned fool an' a power-'ungry man, a cynical pagan, supportin' voile pretenders!

 

He halts momentarily, his chin ascending as he concludes, "They stan' no chance before our armies, an' will tremble as they despondently struggle to wit'stand our migh' an' t'e  ligh' of t'e Creator!" He pumps his fist into the air, and the Bristiric people cheer in endorsement, standing as they brandish their axes and swords. The dwarves had truly blundered this circumstance.

[Galendar 631]

Alexander stands on the sheer cliffs of Urguan, staring out over the land. He could hear the roar of the dwarves, the chanting of the orcs, the whining of the humans, and tranquility from the elves. All seemed unimportant to him as he stared north, staff clenched tightly in his hand.

"May this war end soon so that we may be able to handle the true threat..."

[bickando 3967]

A man in a red scarf squats on a hill near Abresi. He looks in the general direction of the Capital, and shrugs. "Who knows who will win."

[Zezimus 1523]

Morgrim Grandaxe, High Prophet of the dwarven clergy and a former Lord of the Grand Kingdom himself, hears word of the decision of the Grand King and his Lord's Council to march upon Oren once again. He quickly retires to the temple, offering to Yemekar's hearth a bucket of coal, freshly hauled from the deepest depths of the dwarven mines. Afterwards, he departs to the Grandaxe Clan Hall in Kal'Azgoth and lifts a great iron war axe from above the fireplace. Wrapping his fingers around its wooden hilt as he looks on into the burning flames as they dance and weave in upon themselves, he whispers some words beneath his beard.

 

"N' suh let t'e thurd war ov our koind begin... May Yemekar alun' beh t'e judge ov whethah our cause is roighteous." 

[Greener 687]

Odin chuckles as he hears the news and walks towards his room. Odin places on his finest armour and takes out his finest sword and marches out of Kal'Ithrun and then stops and turns back to Kal'Ithrun and shouts.

 

"LADS LUUKS LOIKE WEH GOIN' TU WAR!" 

 

Odin gives out a mighty roar and cheer and then proceeds to march towards human land

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

"Wow, more promises broke nby dah autistic dworven leadahship... w'oo dah feck allowed dese nitwits powah?"