Declaration Of War

[Zezimus 1523]

Declaration of War

 

 

That day, a cold silence had enveloped the lands of the Fringe. The tattered banners of Urguan, Krugmar and Oren flew in the wind as the dead lay strewn across the landscape, corpses bloody and maimed. Meanwhile within Kal’Arkon, the Grand King Wulfgar and an entourage of Legion soldiers passed through the entrance to the city, their armour coated in the crimson blood of their fallen foes. Limping towards his throne, the Grand King let out a deep sigh, seating himself as he looked down between each of his Lords. There was a great sense of vexation within their eyes as he leant forward towards the edge of his throne. As he spoke, his voice was sombre, yet composed.

 

“Sons ov Urguan. Since t’e day ah wus elected tu t’e throne ov Urguan, ah ‘ave chosen tu lead t’e Grand Kingdom in t’e loight ov Anbella’s grace. Weh did nawt ask fer conflict n’ it wus’ t’is conflict ah ‘oped tu avoid. Even in t’e darkest ov toimes, ah ‘ave attempted tu offer ah peaceful ‘and tu Oren w’en othahs wud nawt. Lun’ ‘ave ah stroived fer ah continued ordah t’at wud ‘ave seen balance established across Anthos. In return fer our efforts ‘owevah, weh ‘ave baehn met wit’ foire n’ steel.

 

W’en Oren’s armehs marched ‘awn t’e Conclave, weh tuuk t’e decision as ah nation t’at weh wud nawt stand idleh by n’ allow an invasion t’at would seek tu impose Oren’s will upon ah sovereign state. Since t’en, in its political n’ foreign affairs, t’e ‘oleh Kingdom ov Oren ‘as com’ to consider itself t’e judge, jureh n’ executioner. Echoin’ its Imperial routes, it ‘as seen fit tu attempt tu impose its will upon t’ose ‘o duh nawt wish it. Despoite ah multitude ov attempts tu resolve t’e crisis, not’in’ came frum it but shattered promises ov ah peaceful resolve. Such as weh ‘ave yet tu beh shown by t’e King ov Oren n’ maneh ov ‘is Laurds.”

 

 

“It wus in recent weeks t’at ah chose tu soign t’e Treateh ov Zion, declarin’ ah defensive alloiance between t’e nations ov Krugmar, Malin n’ Alras. T’is came in t’e aftahmath ov various territorial disputes wit’ Oren t’at ‘ad led tu t’e laws’ ov loives on both soides. T’e decision tu soign t’is treateh ‘owevah wus taken ‘awn t’e basis t’at iff weh did nawt, Oren would sureleh ‘ave taken an act t’at would ‘ave plunged us intuh war. N’ suh ah ‘oped peace wud yet com’ ov it. ‘owevah, in t’e las’ day ah wus informed ov t’e Laurds ov Urguan ‘o ‘ad gun’ tu meet wit’ t’e nobiliteh ov Oren, in an effort tu establish peace. T’ere, t’ey wer’ betrayed n’ attacked by men ‘o served undah Oren’s bannah. In return fer t’eir treachureh, weh marched ‘awn ‘em wit’ fureh n’ justice in our ‘earts. T’ere, weh prevailed against t’ose ‘o ‘ad dared dis’onour us.

 

Yet even aftah such ‘enious croimes tuuk place, ah offered Oren ah foinal chance fer peace, ‘awn t’e terms t’at ‘ostilitehs wud end n’ t’at King ‘einrik wud stand duwn frum t’e throne ov Oren. Fer it was ‘e ‘o set t’ese events intuh motion, n’ led Anthos tu t’e brink ov war toime n’ toime again. T’e scars ov ‘is last endeavour tu woipe out t’e dwedmar ‘ave yet tu leave ‘is t’ought, aye. Yet t’e Crow, wit’ ah greed unmatched by even weh cursed by Khorvad, refused t’e terms, wit’ full knowledge t’at ‘is actions would lead tu war. ‘e refused tu give up ‘is throne n’ take responsiliteh fer ‘is people.”

 

 

“It is wit’ regret t’at ah mus’ declare t’at all means ov peaceful conduct ‘ave baehn ex’austed. T’e true ‘armoneh weh wished fer is nay lun’er wit’in’ our grasp. Fer it will nevah beh until King ‘einrik ‘imself is removed frum t’e throne ov ‘umaniteh t’at weh will achieve ah true n’ lastin’ peace. T’at much tu meh is clear now. Sons ov Urguan, ah ‘ave issued ordahs tu t’e Grand Marshal tu assemble t’e Legion tu t’e bordahs ov t’e territorehs t’at loi between Urguan n’ Oren. T’ere weh shall duh all in our moight n’ t’at ov t’e gods tu ensure Yemekar’s ‘oleh judgement is delivered in ‘un fell swoop. T’erefore ah mus’ declare t’at as ov t’is day, t’ere is ah state ov warfare upon t’e ‘oleh Kingdom ov Oren.

 

Mah kin, brothahs ov t’e stone… Ye ‘ave trained fer war all yer loives, knuwin’ t’at ‘un day, t’e delicate balance ov t’e world wud beh broken. It is now t’at day ‘as baehn set upon us. N’ suh weh shall unleash t’e fureh ov ah t’ousand ‘ammahs upon t’eir souls. Weh shall tear at t’eir will until t’ey will pray n’ beg onleh t’at t’ey could absolve frum t’eir sins. Fer t’ere is alwehs ah roightess path in soight. N’ suh our terms fer Oren’s surrender ar’ nawt limitless. T’e day t’at ‘einrik is tu step duwn frum t’e t’rone ov Oren n’ declare ‘ostilitehs over is t’e day our attack shall end. Ah pray it may com’ wit’ due ‘aste suh t’at weh may set t’ese dark days asoide ‘unce n’ fer all.

 

Follow meh tu battle my kin. Serve ‘onourableh by t’e soide ov yer brothahs, fathahs n’ sons ‘o ‘ave yet tu taste t’e fervour ov war. Ah roightess war t’at will delivah ye tu t’e mos’ noble ‘alls ov Khaz’A’Dentrumm. Fer ‘eroes ar’ made ‘awn t’e battlefield in t’ese dark toimes, my kin. T’e chance ye ‘ave tu prove yer worth n’ serve ye ancestor’s memorehs proud is upon ye. Let it beh ‘eard tu all cornahs ov Anthos n’ t’e Fringe t’at weh will nevah giv’ up our cause until peace is truleh established. Ah peace t’at can nevah beh put in place whoile Oren ‘as baehn t’e route n’ cause ov such unwarranted aggression. Now march, my brothahs. March fer yer familehs n’ t’ose ye foight asoide. March fer war n’ victoreh!”

 

The Grand King lifted himself from off of his throne, raising his war axe into the air as a thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd of dwarves gathered before him. The city immediately sprang into action as the forges were lit and weapons were spread between the nobility and common folk alike. Once again, war had been set upon them.

 

OOC:

 

War rules are currently under discussion between the factions involved, and will hopefully be posted later this weekend. We'd like to minimize any OOC drama from the war and keep it as fun as possible for all sides involved so if you have any concerns, feel free to send me a message via a forum PM.

[Onslaughted 920]

Huron Silverblade chuckles, taking out his blade. "It's about time Oren got some smack."

[Hiebe 2493]

Ironguts stand by dis King and dis war. Lets git dem dune and guud!

[Watyll 1104]

Brutalus sharpens his broadsword, chuckling as he readies with the other Conclave guard for war.

[Hanrahan 2983]

Arnorian strings his bow.

 

"Death to the Bolsheviks."

[Naj 545]

*Jorik unclips his axe and puts on his armor as he readies for war*

" 'Bout toime' t'ey 'ave pestered us' fer' tu' long"

[aron. 427]

Yells to his fellow countrymen "TIN FOIL HATS READY!"

[Booklight12 481]

Blake sighs lightly "When are the races ever not in a war?"

[Naj 545]

*Jorik unclips his axe and puts on his armor as he readies for war*

" 'Bout toime' t'ey 'ave pestered us' fer' tu' long"

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin Grandaxe chuckles "dey shuldah nevah attacked Nalro 'ar 'ar!"

[Jachnun 566]

Bran puts on his tin foil hat. 

[Snoop 365]

David also puts on his tin foil hat.

[Cracker 4570]

Readies his tinfoil hat as the dwarves break their peace treaty with Oren for the fourth time in a row

[Knox213 10]

Huron Silverblade chuckles, taking out his blade. "It's about time Oren got some smack."

Is still in a trial court, having not responded to the last comment made over two years ago.

 

((You're still imprisoned/on trial. You haven't responded in four weeks, in which people are awaiting your response, fix up bud.))

[lukejes 55]

*Grand Merchant Kwint Irongut rubs his temples*

"What will dis war do to our treasury?" He wonders out loud.