The Storm King

[Noer 577]

Asgoslav Looks down at the cobblestone path he walks on,strolling past the blood flowing through the crevices of stone in the road after an intense skirmish between the rebels and the empire. He gazes upon the bodies of both sides, before looking at the imperial victors scavenging the bodies of the fallen warriors. He unsheathes his longsword, nodding to a few of his comrades gazing behind the cover of tree trunks. He rushes forward, stabbing one of them as his fellow rebels gut the others. He looks at the fallen imperium soldiers, sighing as he looks upon teh people he once called friends. He says a few powerful words before giving his war cry to his raevir brothers.
 

"These men we once called friends now fight for a military too weak to sustain itself. The Scourge of the undesirable population, such as sodomites and dark elves, has grown too large. These savages are not to be spared when we slay them at angren, and when we storm the gates of Petrus. Long live Maric, and long live the Creator and his dedicated servants. We will kill the undesirables, and then we will make petrus pure again, restoring its former glory. Let us gut the savages, and sound the drums of war."

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oycn3w_S2UA
 

[Sultan 3953]

A old man sits on a table writing a book, as his apprentice walks in holding a sealed letter. The apprentice gives it to his master as he leaves the room, the old man smiles as his lips part upon seeing the seal on the wax.. ''Ah my old friend, no it can not be he has gone to the Creator..'' Breaking the seal he starts to read the letter, as he closes it he says ''It seems the son has not forgotten his fathers friend.. Interesting developments.'' He beings to draft two private letters, addressed to the King of Renatus and the other to the Kong of Aesterwald. The letter represents the mans good wishes to them both, and his support to their just cause, and finally that may the Creator's grace and blessing be upon them. 

 

With Regards.

[dandan1350 479]

 

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Symon gazed idly out across the fields, his back turned to the desk behind him with his hands ever clasped behind his back. At glance at his face would show his troubled features as he let out a steady sigh, this was not the first rebellion he'd been offered to stand by however it might certainly be the last with how successful they have been. Turning away from the hazy and stained glass he made to sit himself down at his desk once more. Hands sliding across the simple oak table, slipping his finger round the thin quill and dipping it into the ink pot once then sliding its fine needle across the edge to wipe off excess. Hovering his hand over a parchment that laid out in front of him he paused for a moment.

 

"This conflict of interest does truely horrify me.. If only you were still here, Farley."

 

He then pressed down the quill and began to write away, hours spent locked away in the small study as he worked and slaved over the piece. Burning many failed copies of the letter till he finally thought it perfect, he stopped and lowered the quill. Resting his hand finally and glancing at the written letter, he slipped it away within the confines of an envelope pulling up his burning candle and dropping the molten lax onto the seal before pressing down his own seal and marking it with House Stafyrs symbol. Picking up the letter he paused in thought, shaking his head slowly and slipping the paper away into the desk.

 

"Godwein, Edmund, Farley.. If only I could speak to you, you could clear up my confused mind for me. The things they have done against my people, murder, dishonor upon our flag, to betray the church. Are they but rumors whispered into my ear or are they truth? And yet still I am led to feel some sort of reason in their actions? I need help, and yet I cannot turn to ask for the guidance of my peers I already know their answer." He shook his head of these rebellious thoughts, standing himself back up and going to gaze out of the stained glass once more.

 

"Why can't I just farm?"

[Lita 677]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.