The Storm King

[Raptorious 1899]

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“Yesterday, the 19th of Snows Maiden, 1480, a date that will live on in infamy, Ser Maric Varodyr the Winged Knight was accused and charged with treason by His Majesty Emperor Tuvya, he did so without due process, without the peers of the realm overseeing as such. This was an act not of one who can call himself the ‘People's Emperor’ but that of an Absolute Monarch of the very worst variety.”

 

“Once this had occurred, the Knights of the Red Dragon in the Citadel of Angren were suddenly and deliberately attacked by the forces of House Carrion, this was done all without warning and all Knights of the Realm were declared traitors and rebels without due process. An accusation of treason does not account to actual treason, the Emperor acted without calling a trial of peers to pass judgement on Ser Maric, he chose the absolutist path and betrayed the Empire.”

 

“Ser Maric Varodyr is a man of honour and wanted the Empire to be at peace with itself so forces could be focused on the ongoing conflict with the Undead forces. This act of barbarism is something unforgivable and is obviously an act by the Raevir Emperor to begin the ethnic cleansing of the people of Heartlanders that has been desired by several members of House Carrion in the past.”

 

“This is merely the start of the genocide that the Raevir Emperor wishes to impose on the world, like in the past the Monarchs of House Carrion have showed tendencies and spoke openly about destroyed the races that are Elven and Dwarven. The Emperor of this Ruskan Empire wishes to see the Raevir dominate the world and have no other culture or race in its place, a plot was discovered that Yakov Carrion wished to make this happen with the backing of the forces of Iblees by turning to the Undead, as Yakov has never tried to kill his father even in close proximity when the plot was uncovered it shows that Tuvya is also in on this plot as Yakov is his own son.”

 

“We fight for justice and freedom for all peoples of Oren, whether they be Heartlanders, Raevir, Waldanians. As actions have shown on this current course, the Monarchs of Carrion will continue on an arbitrary course that condemns anyone who speaks of change, not rebellion, but change. This is not the first time the Monarchs of Carrions have done this, in Anthos nobles wished to peacefully leave their Empire by signing a petition and bringing to the Monarch, only to be arrested, disgraced and executed.”

 

“We the people of humanity call upon the Noble Houses of the Empire and the various nations of the world to rise up and fight this tyrannical and arbitrary Emperor who wishes to destroy every race and culture save for the Raevir. We also call upon the Electors of the Empire to denounce and condemn Tuvya for his actions against his own people. Finally we call upon humanity to recognize the legitimacy of Maric Varodyr as the King of Renatus, a King chosen by the people of the Heartland, the Renatians, the Auvergnans, the Salvians and the Illatians.”

 

 

"Long live King Maric!"

"Long live the Stormlord!"

"Long live Renatus!"

 

[Malaise 1570]

Jan de Savoie marches for Angren, Ornell's spear raised in support of Maric.

[Tsuyose 3285]

As the realm dips down and the night sky clouds a large figure in golden clad would be marching throughout the halls of Kedameth, right hand settled upon the pommel of his steel longsword. He rushed throughout the halls before halting at the alter, drawing his gaze about, those dull silver eyes dimming a tad. He gave his head a little shake in dissapointment before muttering out loudly, sluggishly marching towards the alter itself.

 

"War. War never changes. The Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Orcs are ravaged by it. Like the Fringe and now, their kin never changes. Perhaps this was the doing of the darkspawn. Perhaps the Archdemon itself had a roll in this. The Blight has taken over the minds of some, I know for certain each nation has been affected by its taint. But this.. This is disgusting." He drawls, descending down onto one knee, sliding his blade from its sheath and slamming it down against the ground, the blade held upright and with that a golden mist began to excrete from around his wrists, slithering forth and swirling around his long sword, praying to his Patron.

 

 

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"I seek the advice of my Patron. My duties have been carved into my mind but what of those that're even more so unfortunate to be ravaged by an entire Empire. What do I do, my beloved Patron?" He murmurs, falling silent for a few brief moments, a few golden streaks emanating across the blade. 

 

"May Xan watch over the humans with the Maker himself so they may find an alliance amongst themselves, or let us hope that the Archdemon doesn't tear them apart in this bloodied Blight. May Xan guide Maric and his kin to safety and may the Maker forgive and let free the gates to the Seven skies to those who may fall in this war.. May the Maker watch over the Empire lead by Tuvya, and may Xan grant us freedom to protect them if the Darkspawn dare to set foot in their land."

 

 

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The longsword produced a bright, golden light. He arose up and onto his feet, sliding the blade into its sheath before twisting upon the heel of his soles and departing for the Blighted lands so he may once more fulfill his duties. Slaying the Darkspawn.

"In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice."

[cruzazul 2815]

Boris Carrion sniffles from a land unknown, learning of his friendos taking up arms against one another. 

[Burkester 1247]

With the victory at Kal'Agnar the large horde of the War Nation returns back to San'Vitar for a time of peace and quiet. Rex Rusk'Dom returns to his tent and lies in his bead with his anti-undead pajamas, the first time he had slept in days. After a long rest he awoke to screaming uruks speaking of a human war that is to come. The Rex laughs and lets out a deep snort knowing that peace is not something that lasts. Changing into his diamond orcish armor he exits his tent where large crowds of uruks have gathered.

"Mah bruddahz ulredeh da peace dat haz kum frum da nubded iz gune. Da sharaz threatun tu flat euchotha agh wi hab beun kalled bi our alliez doze ob da urder ov da red dragun. Mi knuw latz am tyred, juzt az mi am, bud wi kannot alluw da sharaz tu loze tu da korrupt agh tyrannikal empurah Tovya. Hi wuz mi frend onze bud hi haz betreyed hiz pepul agh wuntz tu tayke powah az a diktator abuve ull sharaz. Wi muzt nub alluw diz kuz wib wi du ash dey thuy wull bi uz enemiez agh thretun tu flat uz. Wi wull klomp deze sharaz juzt lyke wi dud tu da nubded! FER KRUG AGH DA ZPIRITZ!"

The Liberator starts to hit his chest rapidly as he roars, the orcs gathered join in with their Rex. Quickly they run off to there tents gathering their armor and weapons that have improved greatly since the slaughter of the undead. As they gather in the Trog humans run in terror yelling of a 'iron horde' approaching human lands. Rex Rusk'Dom the liberator leads the charge of the newly formed iron horde as the orcs prepare for war!

[Samoblivion 532]

Kaelin, hearing of this while drinking at the Cloud Temple tavern frowns.

 

"Genocide against Elves and Dwarves? In the past perhaps, but Karovia's got a Dark Elf innkeeper and, going by the signs on the doors, a Dwarf living there. Nether, I had a drink with Prince Aleksandr and he seemed an honest man - he even offered to punish folk who would harass me - and by most accounts his father's a good man. I call bull on this propaganda."

 

He finishes off his pumpkin ale with one bitter swig.

 

"Aye, but no matter the truth it'll be the Betrayer and his rotting minions who'll be the victors in this. The coup in Annil'sul was idiocy in a time of Undead War but this is suicide."

[Ark 2835]

Aleksandr Carrion sits in his throne room, he lets out an exasperated sigh. He didn't want war, but he would not accept treason within the empire, it was his duty to protect Oren. No matter the insults which have been thrown at him since the declaration of treason. His normal face, filled with expression and joy is clouded. He looks around at his court room, he see's his soldiers, his men, his friends. A large frown fills his face as he watches them, realizing, not all of them will return home. No matter how much it pains him, he must protect his father. He would let out an encouraging smile to the ones spouting encouraging words. Though, in him boils an anxiety that he won't see all these faces when they return. He stands up.

 

"Ser Maric, I hold no hatred to you, your race, or your people, but a false claim as king is one I cannot support. I will not allow you to spilt this empire, that my father, and his father have worked to keep intact. I hate to kill my fellow mankind as much as any of you, but they are traitors, looking to steal a piece of my papa's crown the moments his eyes close forever, because of this I will fight them until my last breath." he raises his sword and yells. "Carry on Carrion!"
 

[Avacyn 1712]

 

Within a humble keep in the snow-layered forests of Owynswood, Gawain Briarwood rests by the hearth- a visiting noblewoman sitting by him. His family's blade, Tanlladwyr, rests in his hands, and he looks it over with his one good eye. His lips part, and he begins to speak.

"Thrice, a kingly crown offered by the rising sun.

Twice, that kingly crown refused by the falcon.

And with steel finally resting upon the storm-king's head, a new dawn can arise for humanity.

Long live King Maric..." he murmurs, running a hand along the crimson blade resting in his lap.

"Long Live the Storm King.

Long Live Renatus." And with a slightly disheartened glance to the wood-paneled floors, he goes to grip the girl's hand weakly.

[AGP 3169]

William grunts at the end of the speech, turning away from the event and muttering, "Yakov isn't even the Emperor's son. I don't trust any arguments based on such faulty evidence."

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Phaedrus walks along the stone road on his way to the auction houses of the Cloud Temple, only to catch the eye of a Human passing beside him. 

 

"Hold there!"

 

Phaedrus turns back around, arching his brow slightly as he nods to the man in acknowledgement.

 

"Drop all of your stuff!" The man pauses for a few moments before saying, "Hahah! Just kiddin'."

 

Phaedrus simply nods back to him, sighing afterward, "Be careful with jokes like that, stranger. Farewell."

 

"Whoa, hold on!"

 

"What?" Phaedrus snaps back at the man.

 

"You're one of those Bronze Elves, can I ask you something?"

 

"You may as well."

 

"Have you heard the Knights of the Red Dragon have betrayed Oren?"

"What is the significance of this? We have no affiliation with such knights..."

 

The man goes on to explain what occurred, seeming to take advantage of his opportunity to be the one to first tell Phaedrus about the incident. Talking of how one intends to become king, and plans of the Red Dragon that may not be so obvious to observers. Finally, content with his summary of events, he asks Phaedrus,

 

"If it comes to it, though, would those of Bronze answer Tuvya's call?"

 

Phaedrus scratches the side of his cheek quietly in thought, his left eyebrow beginning to arch as he further ponders.

 

"There are several reasons why we would not, and simply remain neutral." Phaedrus pauses, pursing his lips, squinting at the man for a few moments before finally saying, "If the emperor even actually wants our aid, then he may speak with me himself about the matter. I don't even know who you are, and you just joked about robbing me."

 

The two exchange a few more words, before finally saying their farewells. As Phaedrus continues on his way to the Cloud Temple, he shakes his head slowly, sighing quietly in turn. Memories of his last encounter with Tuvya during the signing of a treaty coming to the front of his mind, and the Man's talk of Elven savages. 

[3andD 1722]

"You have no claim to the throne, Yakov is the closest possible claimant to the throne along with the Ostrovic and Kullvic (Karovic) bloodlines. For you to lay claim to the crows rightful throne is treason in itself."

The sage shuffles to his left, opening a small codex with the impressions of a dragon on the cover.

"You call a rebellion against the rightfully electe Emperor of humanity, done so by the Electors of Oren. And you wish to place yourself on the throne? Without a drop of royal blood? Or even a proper Election? To do so would to crown a dog without place!

Over the years of our Empire we have forged proper pillars in which our foundations are paved, and this daft Knight wishes to destroy years of tradition so he can place is ass upon our throne; witch was forged from the bronze and steel of Raevir tradition."

The sage pulls his hood back, revealing jet black hair untouched by the evils of age, and emerald green eyes, his hand runs through his salty beard shaking his head.

"It is a disgrace that the "Grand-Knight" a symbol of bravery and valor rebels against the man who put him in power. The history books shall remember this coward only for his treason and benign neglect. It was the Crows of old who brung the Varodyrs into power- and this is how they repay them?

He grunts one last time, his hand now running through his hair. "The Crows Plume has only made me the wiser,young Varodyr." With that, he pulls his hood over and ventures in the direction of Petrus. Book on his side.

[mylimo7 409]

"He seeks to disband the Empire and bring back the time of Renatus with him as the absolute monarchy.. Long live the Kingdom of Renatus! Let us hope this 'StormKing' can return Humanity to its rightful status among the descendants."

[pfmvaz1996 379]

Godferik Carrion shakes his head "Or naw"

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"I'd like to remind everyone about a certain few people stating 'No war between man' shall occur again and that a united Oren is the ONLY Oren. Break apart the Empire with your childish banter and bullshitery and we may aswell call this Anthos. Want to grope for power? Fine. Do it after the useless Undead are wiped from the realm first. If your personal priorities are higher than that of legitimate priorities, you should most likely check your privilege and kill yourself. I'll take no side in this *****-fit, my main priority is bleeding Cultists & Undead. Another time, friends of Malinor." says Ilaustius in some big speech somewhere in Athera for whatever reason with hardly any context which anyone anywhere can hear and react how they wish, clank clank goes the hammers as a keep is under construction somewhere.



"Sellsword time." says a man with a snicker, clad in iron.

[big narstie 1701]

"A peasant claiming himself King, what banter!" says Rocco as he prepares the doggers!!!