Orenia The Ruthless - A Hammer For A Feast

[calculusdesola 1658]

"Tongues of fire on Idris flaring,

news of foe men near declaring,

to heroic deeds of Daring,

call you, Oren men!"

 

 

"Redress from the Orenian heartland, my liege!  The Orenians amass before us!"  

 

The complexity of the Imperial Army's administrative system also meant the greatest efficiency known to the world.  The notorious Seven Cross fortress, now in its prime, glows with the white and red flags of Oren, and the captured battle standards of her many foes - thousands of swords and pikes crying 'Havoc!' within its granite underchambers, praying ever for the dogs of war - many hundreds of thousands of more mobilized across the prefectures of the Empire.  A crazed cry of wroth.

--

 

"First company, advance on the left!  Second, to the right!  Drive through them all!" 

 

This time, the sky gods of the Dwarven pantheon paid no mind to the cooing of their stout puppets; it seemed the lingering aura of uncomfort beset upon Orenian lands had shifted: all the Orenian host could feel upon their temples was but the temper in their hearts and in their minds, a chilling furor not seen for decades and yet heard by generations unborn.  Thousands of raised, gilded banners, days of preparation.  A forced march with enough vigor to walk the skies twice over.

 

From foe to foe, the northerly race traitors of the Hochmeister to the greenskinned savages of the east, the men of Oren stood fast; against smite and terror from the spirit-spawn, otherworldly weaponry in the clutch of the dwarven fists, against the shrieking of the young Flay bandits, the men of Oren were like iron and stone against the liquid waves of the foreign hordes, slaughtering party after party - even against those who returned, dastardly by some sky-spawn trick, from the Soulstone Pillar!  A vexation in the ranks, that they pursue a fleeing foe.

 

The esteemed Hochmeister's corpse, struck down in the dirt from which he came.  Once a hero of the north, but look at him now.

--

 

"EXTERMINATUS!" cried thousands, pure furor and valor incarnate pumping through their veins, buffeting foe after foe and savage after savage back into their ranks, the grins on their faces smited to a fault.  The words and shouts of the Orenian host would shake the stone, the fabric of Uruguan, the country before them drowned in terror.  Was this the shape of things to come?

 

It is no surprise to us all, then, us fine men of Oren, that dozens of miles of farmland within the reach of Kal'Arkon's gates lay splattered with their fallen heathensons' corpses, Orenian banners planted high.  It seemed for a moment that the same, shrill pouting and tears of defeat that stemmed from Fenn reappeared once more as they had been omened to, this time from the Dwarve's snug, stout halls - cries of agony and of vexation in the gored dust in the fields surrounding their strongholds.  But perhaps most prominently of all this is from the remnants of the massacre is found the mighty Hammer of the fallen Uruguan king himself, impaled upon his taller, expired foe's pike, an item so sacred and legendary that its capture surely sows defeat in the minds of the dwarves.  "May no false trick of the sky gods duplicate this fine trophy," it would later be remarked, the glistening hammer of Aelris high in the halls of Chivay.  "We are gifted by our foes, the world, and will repay in kind."

 

((Thanks to our unbiased, unprejudiced neighborhood GMs Zarsies and 30326 for these fine enchantments.))
 

Orenia Invicta!

[Zhulik 3559]

"EXTERMINATUS, AVE ORENIA"

[GavinTheViking 151]

"Exterminatus! Ave Chivay! Ave Orenia!"

[LeRenardNoir 413]

"RULE ORENIA"

[Temp 2006]

 

Oren invicta.


 

[Snoop 365]

"AVE OREN!"

[Redbaron™ 690]

Rowan grins, his armour covered in the blood of his enemies.

 

"EXTERMINATUS, AVE ORENIA" he shouts

[wealthypiano 394]

"Once the Exterminatus has begun, it is only a matter of time before it's completion. Orenia Invicta!"

[MrJoshy 130]

Ceriren huffs softly, steam exhuding from her nostrils as she lets out a little smile accompanying it. "Taken by force, yet with no strategy. Thee have done well," she coys, before just as soon walking off. 

[Peter Chivay 2494]

For the Imperium.

[vind33z 13]

"Ave Oren! Ave Chivay!"

[Abeam 511]

"Ave Oren!  Ave Chivay!  Ave Kaldonia!"

[The Best Basileus 97]

A voice rises amidst the exulting cry resounding in the halls of Oren's soldiery, joining the clamor.

 

"AVE ORENIA! DEUS VULT!"

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Ensign Raigeki Kato of the newly reformed second company smiles at his desk, accompanied by Men-at-Arms Marcus Constantine and Men-at-Arms Rowan Hightower. He looks to each of them before standing up, giving them a thumbs up.

 

 

"Great work men of the Exercitus Imperium, Ramen for everyone!"

 

[Porko 397]

AVE OREN!