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Outside of the Capital of Petrus, surrounding the fielded city of tents, a thriving mass of armed men mill about, standing neatly in rank and file.
Orenia, her people unified for the first time in years, had finally come together to show her might. Faces from all corners of the realm peeked out 
from behind steel helms and over oaken shields. Rows of gleaming pikes flashed brilliantly in the mid-morning sun, before trumpets blared the arrival
of His Grace, Andrik Vydra.
 
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Stepping upon his podium, arms clasped behind his back and face stern, the king of men addressed his subjects. His voice carrying, he spoke the truth
that all men knew in their hearts, but had yet discover for themselves. He spoke of unity, of prosperity, security and strength. His words rippled 
through the ranks of iron clad men and into the mass of civilians in the crowded city behind them, into every man who had drawn a bow and plowed a field.
 
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The age of man had come, and they knew it. 
 
Marching in unison towards their destiny, the seething iron mass stamped towards the city of elves, shouts on their lips, and swords in hand. 
 
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Ave Vydra! Ave Orenia!
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"Quite a battle" ((Mom that is me in the background in the first pic!))

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Publius grins widely, overloaded with heavy loot from the Dwarven underground fortress.

 

Among his loot is a book filled with passionate and racist speeches about the inferiority of humans, and their inability to penetrate Eastpoint, and the weakness of their troops. It also boldly claims that the Orenian legion would disintegrate if Uruguan ever willed it.

 

After reading this comedy, he tosses it in a mass grave, filled with the ex loud mouthed dwarves.

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"I  express my gratitude to my Vladovic friends, fearless in the sight of numerous Dwarves, fun times."

 

Richard would clear his throat, "The Legion of Man, the sister Regiments, didn't do bad in exterminating resistance within the underground cesspit that is what the Dwarves called a fortress. We killed more Dwarves, then Dwarves killing Soldiers of the Akovian Regiment."

 

"The man with the explosive was the real major player in the siege."

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Victor de Montfort stares down at the notice on his desk, containing upon it the details of the recent Orenian offensive. Mere weeks had passed since his return from exile and already, he had seen Oren beset by a potentially long and bloody war against an external foe. Leaning his head to the side ever so slightly, his eyes shift towards one of the nearby Vladovs.

 

"Da, is about time these dwarves felt the full consequence of their actions. For too long has Oren's future been dictated by foreign incursions  and the will of outsiders. Let this war be remembered as price paid, should one fail to remember their place in the world. Yet so too, let us not lose our own way in attempting to show our enemy their ill deeds, lest we risk destabilising the international order and bringing further wanton bloodshed upon our people. We must not forget that even dwarves bear a place within Godani's vision

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