The Storm King

[James 425]

*Sighing at all this news about the Human rebellion or "Betrayal of House Carrion" going around, as he would walk into Hiebenhall dismayed, hearing of arguements on whether we should aid the humans, Grungron would walk into the tower, sitting down at his study muttering to himself while writing a record of this and placing it in a shelf labeled "Human History"*

 

"Even w'en da undead threaten tu kill all ov us, peace does nay last, even Iblees 'imself comes down 'n threatens tu kill us all en peace can nay be negotiated. W'ere does dis all stem? I nay loike tu be racist, but en toimes ov da past was et nay da Humans w'o wanted tu take da Dwarves over? If Grand King Fimlin does nay stay neutral tu dis w'en we 'ave a Capital tu rebuild 'n a war wit' Iblees tu foight dat da Humans s'ould be 'elpin wit' I nay know w'at tu dink ane more. I hope dat da Humans foind peace 'n rally once more against our common foe dat 'es evil 'n da undead 'n w'oever serves da  vile people. For if we nay du et, da loives ov all da descendant races be at stake because ov da folly dey will create. First, part ov da Dwarven clan Starbreaker splinters, 'n we put dem down wit' da undead, 'n now da Humans, dey want in-foightin?, fir da Undead dis will mean victoreh, w'o is next da Orcs, Elves even da Kitties?"

 

*Laying in his chair with a worried look on his face, his eyes looking out the window onto the temple, thinking upon the slaughter the undead have imposed on us without in-fighting

[Knox213 10]

"Good for him." States Roy.

[DelaneyG 1279]

 

Ser Thomas Delaney sits in his office in Angren, staring blankly at the wall. His forearms rest on the desk, atop a small pile of paperwork. His right hand shakes, while his left sits steady as a rock. The young man thinks about Tuvya and Maric, weighing his options. A servant opens the door to his office, speaking words that are not heard. As the door clicks shut, Thomas looks down at the bounty on his desk. His eyes begin to water. He stands slowly, taking his shaky right hand into his left, gently rubbing it. "Long live Maric." He shuffles off into the storage area, to recount their supplies.

[Endovelicus 613]

Father Kristoff sighs siting in a bench at Petrus he speaks to the person that told him the news.. "It's no time for a war while the Undead are running about...Are the nobles that dumb? If King Tuvya did attack the heartlanders then go and be the brave knight you are suppose to be and ask for a trial, don't be a coward and claim yourself a "StormKing".War is not the answer the Creator is. We must unite, human, elf, dwarf and orc to fight the Fallen Daemon, and bright God's light to earth." He stands up. "Deus Magnus may the Creator light both men to his light." 

[Samler 1564]

The high elf glad in red and gold shakes his head as he reads/hears these news, leaning slightly by his plain staff with the golden blonde hair flowing in the air with a dead look upon his deep blue eyes.

"And so comes the end." He states solemly. "And now Iblees' seeds have taken root, and killers everywhere fights for leadership. One truely fights for life, others driven by greed, it will not take long untill he removes yet another opponent from this war." He walks back home. "And I had looked forward to the day where my daughters was married."

[Urahra 5777]

((Hmm. This guy's using Loghain Mac Tir - PROVEN kingslayer, usurper, slave trader, and general asshat - as his avatar.

 

We should totes trust him.))

[Raptorious 1899]

((Hmm. This guy's using Loghain Mac Tir - PROVEN kingslayer, usurper, slave trader, and general asshat - as his avatar.

 

We should totes trust him.))

 

((Should mention that King Cailin was an idiot, whereas Loghain was a national hero. Loghain's only mistake was betraying the Wardens. ))

[susitsu 871]

"Another war, huh?"

 

He thinks on the previous events for a moment before saying "And The Emperor thinks he's above the law, too...hm. Look at what he caused...how blind people are when ruled by a tyrant at times. The whole set of events that led to this rebellion was entirely against Orenian laws, and yet no one cares in the slightest."

 

He laughs a bit, shaking his head, a disappointed expression present.

 

"Blind sheep, hm? The Carrions want to carry on so badly that they have made The Undead's job easier. Wonder how soon they will successfully assassinate Tuvya like they failed to at a certain event...or social gathering. Whatever they refer to those as. Lightning struck, Tuvya was warned, and yet he ignored it all and unlawfully declared the most loyal person to him as acting in treason for trying to prepare for a grim future due to an arrogant leader ignoring those trying to protect him."

 

Grinning now, he says "He's dug his own grave. We have to do nothing to end the life of their leader. With his most loyal protectors turned against him, people will slowly become aware of his breaking of the law, Tuvya is unlikely to last long with The Undead after him and his loyal subjects knowing he doesn't care about the laws of Oren."

 

With that, the white-haired Half-Elf turns from whatever crowd had gathered, and walks off, saying "The Emperor started this war and plunged Oren into chaos...and now Renatus will take it back."

[Parkins 550]

 

*After hearing of the recent human split, Ger'Veran begins to chuckle*

 

"They continue to war among themselves, even as greater threats arise. Such fools."

 

*A Ghoul would lunge toward the cultist which kneels before Ger'Veran, hoping to catch it's next meal. Ger'Veran would swing his staff toward the lunging Ghoul, hitting it to the ground*

 

"We shall not be the same as these fools." he mutters, turning to walk back inside the tower

[Heff 2460]

Brennen Roost slowly looks over the Witch Wood, pondering his allegiance. He was a true heartlander after all, but who was a loyal Orenian to betray his leaders? He marche's off into the wood to meditate his decision.

[bickando 3967]

Andrew zu Edeldrache the Seventian sits by the road near Petrus as a stream of shouting men go to join either side. He yawns, stretching in his clanking armor as he looks up at the sky.

 

"It's been a long time since there was real human versus human conflict."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((Should mention that King Cailin was an idiot, whereas Loghain was a national hero. Loghain's only mistake was betraying the Wardens. ))

((Loghain was a prick, but an excellent leader. Let's not forget he ended Orlesian occupation in ferelden. He was simply doing what he saw best for his country. He betrayed Cailin after weighing his options and deciding that the idiot king was doomed to lose. One of Gaming's greatest villains IMO))

[Guest]

A trek encompassing the untamed lands of the North is what every man needs. In the accompaniment of unknown Waldenians is where the zealous Martin Winter found himself soon after the events of Emperor Tuvya's expressed tyranny. Hugging his body was a tabard of the Winterguard, his family's historical levy. Besides that, slung over his shoulder, was a travelling backpack carrying only the bare essentials to survive off of. Preserved foods such as salted beef, dried peas, and desiccated vegetables were all he could devour for some Saint's days of travelling. The cold breeze swept past their hair and into their eyes, keeping the men at a restless morning pace. Rare was it that they spoke with one another, for nature's beauty conversed in their stead. But, in the dark nights when they'd procure themselves a kindling fire and logs to sit upon, discussions were found:

"...It is sehr gut zhat ve hauve taken zhe time to replenish our sanity, ja? Und now I advise zhat ve join one another in prayer." said a thick Waldenian accent. All men would have their words for God, but Martin Winter led them in grace, "Dear God in the seven skies above, we thank you that we may live another day in yer image. We show our gratitude to you now by explorin' the lands so many overlook and take for grant'd. You never cease to amaze. Lord Creator of the Universe and beyond, to which we yer humble serv'nts beseech, give us the power that on account of returnin' to civilization we may contribute more than any living man could. Bestow unto us the conviction to repent any sin no matter its severity, and to retaliate should one besmirch yer good name or our own. To you, God, do we pray that all men may unite under a singular banner. Be it whomever emerges dominant in this War of Secession, let your Humanity persevere."

They concluded their prayer traditionally with the quintessential final words and such. The fire died out and in the morn did they pack up their equipment and set southwards. The unknown Waldenians turned to their homeland, but Martin had other plans. He went further south, in the direction of Kaer Angren, to discuss his loyalty for Renatus and Her cause.

[Snake Plissken 637]

Vulpes Roke has no idea what to think, say or do with the situation.

He slips away from Oren and goes into a self-imposed exile.

[Temp 2006]

Arms crossed, Thersist observes the remnants of the bridge to Angren. A brief moment passing, he chuckles and turns back to the bridge's base, two figures seated at it's rising steps. Nodding to himself, he approaches the steps, gesturing to the two, "Gather the others. Whilst our Lords past may no longer be with us, we've opportunity to take revenge for betrayal. This 'Empire' is lost and withou' another Godfrey, it's damned to endless cycle of betrayal. See if those of the Rose, both flaming and white, 'ave memory an' spine to take the correct actions. We align ourselves with this Storm King and see the Empire's already tarnished state retired. If we've any luck, we'll live to see the next proper Empire's formation."