Northern Liberation - Step One

[Goldrim 1421]

 

 

The Grand King Hodir Doomforge drops his watchful gaze down on a large map of Athera, with a firm nod he’d pinch a little Dwarven figure between his index finger and thumb, slowly dragging it across the map as he suddenly comes to a halt at Drakenburg.

 

“We will liberate tha’ entoire Norf ‘o Orenian scum, we’re goin’ on tha’ offensive.”

 

The Grand Marshal would simply nod in unison with his fellow commanders.

 

“Let us mobilize, fortify an’ inform ‘oor allies ‘o tha’ upcomin’ siege.”

 

Hodir would quickly slam down his fist on the table, with a frown he’d exclaim.

 

“Enuff toyin’ ‘roond, toime t’ey taste tha soles ‘o ‘oor boots, ye be dismissed.”

 

 

WARCLAIM

 

Type of Battle:

Conquest

 

Time & Date:

5PM EST, 7th of March

 

Attacking Forces:

The Grand Kingdom of Urguan + Allies

 

Defending Forces:

Drakenburg inhabitants + Allies

 

Location and Boundaries:

n_savannaplot3 (Known as Drakenburg) + canyonmain

 

Red square is borders for the WC, black area is where the Alliance's / Dwarven fortifications will be built.

 

 

 

Terms of Victory:

Victory for attacking team:

If the defenders are all killed or driven out of the battle area.

 

Victory for the defending team:

If the attackers are all killed or driven out of the battle area.

 

 

Rewards:

Victory for the attackers means n_savannaplot3 ownership will be transferred to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, so they may use it as they please.

 

Victory for the defenders means the region may not be war claimed for a time based off the suggestions of non affiliated Game Moderators with the consent of both sides.

 

Rules:

Server rules

No team killing

No fake statuses

No returning to battle

No meta-gaming

No underground fort modifications prior to this post. All additional fortifications must be on ground level or above.

All items in this location may not be transferred to another, starting now.

[FancyPants 101]

Denied until negotiations are finished

[Draeris 3118]

And so, the Illatian people militarize to protect the North. In the centre of the Northern capital, they rally to be briefed before enlisting to join the Regiment. Emmanuel stands in front of the crowd, stressed by the war that is to come. He clears his throat as he begins:

 

"Sons and daughters of the North, your destiny beckons. Stand with your fellow men, stand with me, and together we will be undefeated. The path toward a better tomorrow stretches out before us. Toward a better future that is golden and eternal. But our journey together must cross a dangerous manifestation of hatred and bigotry, a landscape of lies seeded by the venom of our old enemy. Our foe knows us. He fears us. But we must not underestimate him. The Dwedmar, while they cower and snipe beneath their veneer of civility and freedom, are soulles and hollow. They make their pithy, mewling claims of purity and honor, and all the while, they look upon the face of the Commonwealth with loathing and disgust. The enemy are of another race, impures bred to lie and kill. To the foe we represent less than a human being.  But they will learn their mistake, my people. We will show them the Ferrum and truth beneath Northern flesh. We shall push them against the unbreakable stone of our collective will. We will make them realize truth that the people of the North know in their hearts: that our race, the human race, shall not bend the knee to the corruption and evil that has manifested the hearts of our foes. When we came to the North it was lost, a broken continent of exiles on the verge of a total war. At first we thought our new world destroy us by the savagery. How wrong we were. The North saw what was in every one of us, our strength and indestructible spirit, and made it manifest. The great change was the rebirth of the civilised North. A North with people fit to exceed the human limits and shatter our enemies. Sons and daughters of the North, you are the embodiment of that glorious legacy, the inheritors of the victory that we fight for every day. You alone are fit to forge the future and the destiny of the North. History does not entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid. We shall not suffer the cowardice Dwedmar to dictate our path!  The Soldiers and Warriors with unyielding resolve never flinching before the swords of our adversaries. The administrators who write down the foundation of a civilised North, shielding it from the lies of the treacherous and disloyal. You seek reward in service alone. Each of you shares in the greatest glory of them all. You are the true Northerners! Ruthless to those who oppose us, masters of those we defeat, unflinching in the face of adversity. I pity all those who were not born to see this glorious day, for they will not know the touch of greatness as we feel it today. And yet, the enemy refuses to march with us. Voices raised in dissent and opposition. Soft minds that take the words of the greedy cemented regime in the Dwedmar state for truth! To those who bear the seeds of rebellion in their hearts and question the ways of rationality I say this: No more. They dared to turn their weapons upon that which we hold dearest. Our people, our homeworld. OUR. NORTH! This hostile occupation will not go unpunished. This criminal act unleashed the whirlwind of our wrath! Our swords never tire, and we shall fight back the foe! Send them running! The path we have chosen is not an easy one. Struggle and endurance shall allow prosperity and innovation. True virtue lies in bloodshed. But we will not tire, we will not falter, we will not fall! In the blood of our warriors comes the price we must pay. Blood alone moves the wheels of history. And we will be resolute! We shall fear no sacrifice and endure every difficulty to win our just triumph! Glory to Oren! Glory to Otto!"

[Narthok 9213]

Accepted