The Last Greatest War

[Mirtok 2853]

 

*The many men and women of the Bloc and it’s supporters are rallied in the city of the Dwarves to listen to an announcement regarding the war. As the thousands find their places to listen, Mirtok DeNurem, Hochmeister of the Teutonic Order and regent of Hanseti moves calmly through the crowd and up unto the podium before them all. The banners of the handful of nations flap in the gentle breeze, hoisted up on long pikes and positioned along the edges of the walkway that hangs over the green waters below. The colors, symbols and sigils of many other groups that have taken up arms against the Empire can be seen throughout the crowd mixed amongst each other. Civilians also join the gathering- families- children and elderly in tow, awaiting the coming words. A sweeping silence flushes over them all as Mirtok comes to a halt at the pinnacle of the courtyard . . .

 

“The time for action is now.

 

Currently there exists a great conflict between the Oren Empire and the many nations and forces that oppose them. The call to arms has been issued, the first responders and the brave heeded it without question, others took a moment to consider their position but eventually joined in the cause to resist, and yet there are still some who reject or remain oblivious to the danger that they place themselves in.

 

To the many strong and united who actively fight for what you believe in, this message is not for you. This is for all those who have yet to see what is coming, who have yet to understand that inaction is a commitment to death. That denying there is a problem is putting off an obvious threat till the last second when it comes back clawing at your doors. If you value your freedom, if you value your right to your culture and your way of life, if you value being spared a life in figurative and literal chains; Then I beg you to join the cause that fights for all these ideals.

 

The cohesive members of the Bloc are not at war with the Elves and we are not at war with the Humans; We are at war with the Empire. We have realized that there is no possible future where such an entity exists. We have realized that so long as the Imperium functions, nobody is safe and everybody is at risk for total annihilation at the simple whim and flick of an Orener elite. We have come to the unanimous conclusion that we will not stand idly by while the Empire beholds the devastating potential to occupy the entire world, to exploit every race and individual it so pleases to. The Empire is a tremendous threat to each and every persons freedoms, rights and liberties, even those who belong to their own banner. No, there is nothing but pain, suffering and destruction for all in a world corrupted by this Empire. Consider these reasons when you question why action must be taken against the High Elves, or any others who require extra force to help them see our direction is to help them in the end. We want the end of the Empire, not the end of Man or Elvenkind. We are not conquerors, we are liberators and our goal is the end of the Empire; Do not create fear or possess confusion when we say this, for even those who fight in the Empire’s name will be left alone the very moment our mission is complete.

 

We carry this motive with us into every battle, to the victories at:

Dungrimm’s mouth, 12th of the Grand Harvest 1460

Defense of Dungrimm’s Mouth and Attack on Kaldonia, 27th of the Grand Harvest 1460

Second Defense of Dungrimm’s Mouth and Sacking of Vekaro,

13th of the Amber Cold 1460

Retaliation by the Bloc and Flay Incident, 28th of Amber Cold 1460

Ambush and Battle of the Azog Camp and Dungrimm’s Mouth 12th of Snow’s Maiden

Skirmish in the dwarven farmland and assault on Imperium forces at Vekaro, 13th of the First Seed 1460

Vekaro Field Battle and Defense of Dungrimm’s Mouth, 28th of the First Seed

Retribution of the Black Cross, 29th of Sun's Smile, 1460

Tarnishing of Silver, Assault on Tahn'siol, 11th of the Deep Cold 1460

Counter-Offensive against the Imperium aggression, 25th of The Deep Cold, 1460

Justice on the treachery of Peace, 11th of Malin's Welcome, 1461

 

And we also carried them into battles where victory eluded us:

Peace Talks over a Bloodied Field, 14th of Sun's Smile, 1460

Battle on the Frozen Fields of Dungrimm's Mouth, 22nd to the 23rd of the Deep Cold, 1460

And a handful of other losses of brave and righteous warriors and civilians alike.

 

I can speak for those who call themselves Sariants of the Second Founding of the Teutonic Order when I say that we fight the greatest battle of all our lives and even our entire history as a military order; Perhaps even more so than when the Undead scoured the lands, and Oren was too self absorbed to stop them. We have become committed to a cause that will either result in the enlightenment and prosperity of all or end in our own total destruction. We have come to terms with that and each of us is willing to make the sacrifice, to continue the fight for what we believe in so long as there is a breath behind every Black Cross.

 

You may wonder how such a zealously loyal group of soldiers once committed to the eternal service of the Emperor is now fighting against the Empire. Well, it is simple. What we see today is not the Empire. What we see today calling out for the blood of a million bodies is a twisted shadow of something that once was. It is a crown given legitimacy by what has been described as nothing more than a voice and a light show. A royal family that left the world behind to some unknown place, now coming back with the motive to exterminate. The Sariants of the Teutonic Order pledged their lives to one man, and that man has long since been dead. His ideals have been corrupted, rewritten and reformed to fulfill a new agenda that speaks only darkness for anyone who does not comply with their soon to be new masters. This is not something the Order can stand for, this is something the Order must resist. The domino of events that have lead up to these troubling incidents can be said to have started when the Sariants conquered the Kingdom of Oren centuries ago under the leadership of Gaius. Whether that is true or not, it is now our duty to finish what we started. We shall finish the fight or die trying.

 

This is a conflict at the global level and it is one that will conclude with the defeat of one Empire or many nations. To pretend that if you do not fight you will be spared the consequences is foolish. If you do not succumb to your own guilt, the Empire will surely ensure the remainder of your life and the lives of the generations after you will suffer the loss of what was once theirs. There is no happy ending for inaction, there is no safe refuge for cowards nor is there a haven for the ignorant. So why not stand with the many brave and dedicated souls against this oppression.

 

If you cannot fight, then support. Any and every action in defiance- in resistance- is a step in the right direction and a valuable contribution to a truly noble cause. Everyday that you live free is a another day of victory for the Bloc, as freedom is the undeniable possession of those alone who have the courage to defend it.

 

Do not become a victim of exterminatus. Do not become a slave to a conqueror's agenda. Repel and destroy the Imperial invaders. Wake up and see that this is an age that needs heroes to break from the conformity of submission and fight for a cause that will secure the peace of all races for generations to come. Let it resonate through the eternity after this conflict comes to a close that it is more of a disgrace to be robbed of what one has than to fail in some new undertaking.

 

The Teutonic Order and the rest of the Bloc will continue to engage in this war for our sakes, and yours, regardless if you fight with us. It is up to you to make the right decision, to commit to something that is greater than us all, to fight one last time so that we may never have to again.”

 

*As Mirtok concludes his words, he lowers his head for a moment as the members of the Bloc and everyone else takes a moment to absorb his words. All the while, the final words of his speech are recorded on parchment and sent off to be reprinted and delivered to the many settlements of the world that still want to hold onto their right to be, free . . .

 

[Heff 2460]

ATTEND THE UR MEETING FOR PEACE

-Fumble, Mayor in Training,  Head Of the UR, and 1st Ambassador of the Halflings

[John Ivory 4547]

Theobalt sighs and shakes his head as he hears news of the battle.

"Woe, how low the once great Teutonic Order hath fallen. How could they share blades with that of Dwarfkin and Ogres? To think just some decades ago, that noble band-of-brothers sought to cure Humanity of the Orcish plague, and now this. Why, the heavens run deep with sorrow this night, and hell burns ever stronger."

[DragoonCrow 346]

Sariant Knight Hawksong opens up his desk, pulling out a small picture of Godfrey Horen, before putting it back. He looks at his astonishing amounts of paperwork, hoping that he will soon be able to rejoin his brothers. 

 

He pulls out a tiny flag of Hanseti, waves it around in circles and mutters a simple "Beliae doe King," before heading back to the stacks of paper. 

[SpookyLean 880]

Richard and Rurik Burrell stand at the far right end of the crowd. Richard glaces around the crowd seeing Dwarfs, Orcs, Humans, and Elfs all alike gather in the crowd, as he turns his attention to the Hochmeister as he's about to finish his speech he shouts "Oorah!" along with the Sariants. Turning his head watching the dwarves shout "Arrruuuuuuuuu!" Richard begins to clap as the Hochmeister begins to step down, making his way to the Hochmeister to return to Castle BealCrest.

[osumanduas 1442]

*Jarvik stands silently in the the crowd, staring towards the podium as many a Orc, Dwarf and Snow Elf do likewise. Both joy and a sense of duty weld up inside him as the speech goes on. "Beliae doe Hochmeister, beliae doe Orden, oorah!"  *he shouts, saluting the Hochmeister as he finishes the speech.

[Heff 2460]

A letter reaches the Hochmeister,

"We had hoped that the Teutons had remembered the kindess shown by the Halflings on Anthos. Clearly their leadership has forgotten the Order's first purpose, to serve the Empire. Their leader must also have become as blood-thirsty as a greenskin as they clearly aren't Bigguns."

[Areon 947]

*Jarvik stands silently in the the crowd, staring towards the podium as many a Orc, Dwarf and Snow Elf do likewise. Both joy and a sense of duty weld up inside him as the speech goes on. "Beliae doe Hochmeister, beliae doe Orden, oorah!"  *he shouts, saluting the Hochmeister as he finishes the speech.

Echoes his Sariant Brother, his voice ringing out at the end "Beliae doe moedor lent!"

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

Plebeian Ramza Mantisuku lays on the a sturdy tree branch listening to the speech as he seems to be relaxing with his eyes closed. "

Regardless of our limitations, we can always be of some use. Our power may seem insignificant... but it may just prove to be useful in the grand scheme of things. Stay focused. Never avert your eyes, because if an opening arises, even our insignificant power may be enough to determine the fate of the world. Which is why everyone must stay alert and ready to strike at any moment.." He mutters to himself at the middle of the speech.

Ramza zones out at the last part of the speech looking at the sky,sighing to himself in thought. "Oh man... those clouds are so lucky. so free. More to the point, I didn't feel like doing this in the first place. And I only became a solider because I thought life would've been more interesting as one... I suppose things aren't gonna be that simple."

[JVQ 1719]

 

Vorstag shakes his head

 

"Once morales I stood for, yet what became of me went unnoticed, I pulled this band together through the blood and dirt. I made us what we were, when I was betrayed the Teutonic Order did not stand alongside me nor did the Uruks. Damn not even the Snow Elf's helped, after previous leadership shunned them and left them out to dry I accepted them as kin, and yet after all I did, all I tried to did for the people, they abandoned me. I was rewarded with naught. The claims were lies, four of the counts were dropped the next day yet nobody questioned them. The one Dwarf I could trust was Hiebe Irongut, the only one that helped me who supported me. I wasn't going to tarnish those Ironguts when they deserved nothing, their belief in itself re-assured me yet it prevented me from fighting for what was mine. Every move I made, was the wish of the Lord's and I was their scapegoat. I will not return until the people need me and I urge you not to fight alongside these people when they tossed aside their leader like stale bread, imagine their disregard for the common"

 

Vorstag continues on his road

 

[wolfdwg 2677]

Sariant Zealot Vulf stands on the battlements of the Order's keep, In his right hand lays his blade, and in his left the flag of Hanseti batters in the wind. In his mind the words echo from the speech, he raises his blade into the air.

 

"Beliae doe Orden! Beliae doe Hochmeister! Beliae doe Hanseti!"

[Zezimus 1523]

Vorstag shakes his head

 

"Once morales I stood for, yet what became of me went unnoticed, I pulled this band together through the blood and dirt. I made us what we were, when I was betrayed the Teutonic Order did not stand alongside me nor did the Uruks. Damn not even the Snow Elf's helped, after previous leadership shunned them and left them out to dry I accepted them as kin, and yet after all I did, all I tried to did for the people, they abandoned me. I was rewarded with naught. The claims were lies, four of the counts were dropped the next day yet nobody questioned them. The one Dwarf I could trust was Hiebe Irongut, the only one that helped me who supported me. I wasn't going to tarnish those Ironguts when they deserved nothing, their belief in itself re-assured me yet it prevented me from fighting for what was mine. Every move I made, was the wish of the Lord's and I was their scapegoat. I will not return until the people need me and I urge you not to fight alongside these people when they tossed aside their leader like stale bread, imagine their disregard for the common"

 

Continues on his road

 

Wulfgar looks towards his son and gives a deep sigh as he scratches at his beard.

 

"Vorstag, t'e mattah ov yer dismissal is nawt as black n' whoite as ye appear tu suggest. Nay, it was t'e fault ov t'ose 'o cud nawt agree 'ow tu 'andle t'is war. T'is unfortunate t'at t'e othah Laurds wer' simpleh wooed tu accept yer removal, rathah t'an stand against it. 'owevah, wut ye called fer wus' ah rebellion. Ah rebellion t'at wud 'ave driven t'is nation tu t'e ground n' 'ad us foight loike dawgs, whoile Oren pressed 'awn its pitiful invasion. Duh nawt make t'e mistake ov lettin' yer own grudges shroud wut is roight n' wrun'. Petteh politics du' nawt 'oide t'e fact t'at Oren is our enemeh, nor dus' it 'oide t'eir intent tu annihilate us. T'e mattah ov yer removal can be 'andled w'en t'e toime is roight, nawt w'en weh ar' embroiled in ah war t'at cud destroy us. Ye brin' onleh dishonour tu yer name if yer answer is tu simpleh stand asoide n' let even t'e innocent burn fer ye own selfish wish fer vengeance."

[JVQ 1719]

Wulfgar looks towards his son and gives a deep sigh as he scratches at his beard.

 

"Vorstag, t'e mattah ov yer dismissal is nawt as black n' whoite as ye appear tu suggest. Nay, it was t'e fault ov t'ose 'o cud nawt agree 'ow tu 'andle t'is war. T'is unfortunate t'at t'e othah Laurds wer' simpleh wooed tu accept yer removal, rathah t'an stand against it. 'owevah, wut ye called fer wus' ah rebellion. Ah rebellion t'at wud 'ave driven t'is nation tu t'e ground n' 'ad us foight loike dawgs, whoile Oren pressed 'awn its pitiful invasion. Duh nawt make t'e mistake ov lettin' yer own grudges shroud wut is roight n' wrun'. Petteh politics du' nawt 'oide t'e fact t'at Oren is our enemeh, nor dus' it 'oide t'eir intent tu annihilate us. T'e mattah ov yer removal can be 'andled w'en t'e toime is roight, nawt w'en weh ar' embroiled in ah war t'at cud destroy us. Ye brin' onleh dishonour tu yer name if yer answer is tu simpleh stand asoide n' let even t'e innocent burn fer ye own selfish wish fer vengeance."

 

Ah didnae start a war for that exact reason

Bu' remember, nevah le' teh innocent burn, suh

whoi duh people sit here idly when I am posecuted 

unjustly, Wha' teh people doenae understand is t'at

t'ey are teh power of teh nation, nae teh Lerds

 

((Sorry had to edit my post I read it wrong, Write in normal Zezimus))

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

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Grogmar meets Vorstag on the road after hearing his speech "Latz dib nub kull fir uz. Da hygh shomo kaym tu yur aid agh wen mi gawt dere id wuz ull uver. Wethur latz iz kyng ur nub, da entyre poind ub da Bloc iz tu protekt da freedum uv da peepul dat aktualleh wunt id.. Yur peepul flat agh su du myne, evrydey. Oren wuntz tu rayd da stoutz, urukz, snelvez, tutunz agh evun Alraz uff diz relm. Dey wunt 'exterminahtuz'. Dey unleh wunt flat, dey nub kare aboud hunur.. Unleh deth. Latz kare tu mudch wud peepul blah aboud latz agh ar blynded bi id. Diz iz kummin frum agh uruk dat haz bin apard ub mur bluudy wurz den hi kan kount. Agh uruk dat iz kulled a mutunt bi da tutunz ub Azulon, agh kebahb bi da pezentz ub oren, agh a munztur bi anyash elze. Wut peepul blah aboud latz iz unleh tru wen latz beelieve ib id! Agh a hozh lie iz unleh hozh wen da liar beelievez in id! Protekt yur peepul eben ib dey nub wunt latz, ash day they vill gruk dat dey wuz wrung agh latz wuz ryght.. Bud latz kant du dat iv latz gu roun' kryin aboud id! Da lurdz ub urguan kan nub du skah ib latz iz undur mi fir da tyme beeyng, dey kan whyne agh ***** bud dey iz deelin wid a ztubbun uruk. Tayk mi wurdz tu hart, frend. Latz iz ztrunger den diz." he snorts, finishing his little speech before walking down the road, wherever it leads to.

[JVQ 1719]

Grogmar meets Vorstag on the road after hearing his speech "Latz dib nub kull fir uz. Da hygh shomo kaym tu yur aid agh wen mi gawt dere id wuz ull uver. Wethur latz iz kyng ur nub, da entyre poind ub da Bloc iz tu protekt da freedum uv da peepul dat aktualleh wunt id.. Yur peepul flat agh su du myne, evrydey. Oren wuntz tu rayd da stoutz, urukz, snelvez, tutunz agh evun Alraz uff diz relm. Dey wunt 'exterminahtuz'. Dey unleh wunt flat, dey nub kare aboud hunur.. Unleh deth. Latz kare tu mudch wud peepul blah aboud latz agh ar blynded bi id. Diz iz kummin frum agh uruk dat haz bin apard ub mur bluudy wurz den hi kan kount. Agh uruk dat iz kulled a mutunt bi da tutunz ub Azulon, agh kebahb bi da pezentz ub oren, agh a munztur bi anyash elze. Wut peepul blah aboud latz iz unleh tru wen latz beelieve ib id! Agh a hozh lie iz unleh hozh wen da liar beelievez in id! Protekt yur peepul eben ib dey nub wunt latz, ash day they vill gruk dat dey wuz wrung agh latz wuz ryght.. Bud latz kant du dat iv latz gu roun' kryin aboud id! Da lurdz ub urguan kan nub du skah ib latz iz undur mi fir da tyme beeyng, dey kan whyne agh ***** bud dey iz deelin wid a ztubbun uruk. Tayk mi wurdz tu hart, frend. Latz iz ztrunger den diz." he snorts, finishing his little speech before walking down the road, wherever it leads to.

 

 

Ah didnae start a war for that exact reason

Bu' remember, nevah le' teh innocent burn, suh

whoi duh people sit here idly when I am posecuted 

unjustly, Wha' teh people doenae understand is t'at

t'ey are teh power of teh nation, nae teh Lerds

 

((Sorry had to edit my post I read it wrong, Write in normal Zezimus))