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Posters are stuck up everywhere around Athera. Every Tavern. Every wall. Everywhere.

 

They read as following.

 

Oren! Oren! Hark Thee Oren!
 

Roses are Red,
Violets are Red,

Everywhere is Red,

Oren is Dead.

 

Oren. Mighty, mighty Oren. Incapable of maintaining a highly valued prisoner.

Failed to disarm,

Contain,
Subdue.

 

Even when in the greater number The 'Mighty' Oren failed to contain Cederick de Bolbec, who was captured outside of Petrus. and allowed him to alert his kinsmen, and though they were in the lower number, Mighty Dunamis destroyed the feeble Oren.

 

The Minister of Security, is now secured...

Outside of Oren.

 

The Minister of Security, is now

without eyes.

 

The Minister of Security, is now

without ears.

 

The Minister of Security, has allowed

for the disgracing of Mighty, mighty Oren. Destroyed by a handful of warriors.

 

 

Dunamis prevailed over the petty Orenians, and so shall every race.

 

Rise up brothers, Rise up.

For they cannot stand against the many.

Rise up.

Take what you deserve.
Look into Oren's eyes of Corruption, and spit into them.

Rise up.

Take up arms.

Rise up.

Stop the oppression.

 

 

 

 

 

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"Duh mezzij mi am taykin frum diz puuztur am dat zum peepz flat'd azh Orunur. Nub niid tuh ryt ub un ezzay."

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"And now you're cowards hiding in your keep who are to scared to fight us after kidnapping a middling official."

 

"Nice."

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Exploding with rage, Publius can hardly keep himself together long enough to form a sentence. A bombastic note is attached to any of these posters that can be found by him:

 

Rise up? Where you are, fool, is rock bottom. Nay, you'd have to jump up just for the chance to touch rock bottom! The only people finding themselves oppressed are those who act against us: You and your family, and those of treacherous, disgusting bloodlines! We will rise up, but against the tide of ill will and filth that you represent. DEATH is what you have earned.

 

We will do more than put out your eyes and lop off your ears, for we will smash your jaw clean off, and remove each tooth you have left! We will remove your arms and them SMASH you legs into deformity! We will nail your genitals to your head, and then allow you to die, not by our blade, but of exposure, in a cage, in the heart of Petrus.

 

You side with men who hold no loyalty. You serve along men who love money more than they love their families. You serve men who turn away from good morals and God for minas and piles of iron.

 

You ally yourself against Oren, against God, against the men who protect the citizenry and those who protect them, and expect us to join you in your crusade?

 

Have mercy on yourself, and fall upon your own blade.

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Branaford of Cavan would sit atop his room in the cathedral of Petrus as he burns the bloodied poster thinking to himself, "They are too mighty for me.." He then rises up to the streets of Petrus screaming, "AMOSS HAS RETURNED AND HE HAS RETURNED WITH STRENGTH." The many people roaming the bustling streets gather around Branaford's presence, quickly chatting on what he speaks of. Branaford cries, "The De Bolbecs, they have sided with a wizard named Amoss! A powerful wizard!" The rest of the crowd then bursts in to laughter hearing the name "De Bolbec" and "Amoss The Wizard." and leave the scene. 

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Thor rubs his face slowly with his hands "You idiot.."

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Caspar de Gueux has gained a new trait 'Maimed'

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King Viktor Carrion gets his men of Oren to chant along.

 

"Bulbous Bolbec! Bulbous Bolbec! Bulbous Bolbec! Bulbous Bolbec!"

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Martin de Norfolk strolls through the city of Petrus on an off-duty night. He spots the poster, stopping to read it as the blood stains caught his attention. As he reads over, a playfully distraught look comes over his face, he steps back, replying one word.

 

"Nuts"

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Simon chants along, while he orders every single one of his Amyasian comrades to piss on each and every Bolbec poster they find.

 

"Bulbous Bolbec! Bulbous Bolbec!"

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Adolf laughs "Bolbecs-Not even true Heartlanders. Arbeit macht freiheit!" He rubs his hands together, dreaming of genocide like a true Savoyard.

 

Adolf sings the ballad of Sir David:

 

 

 

We have, the bravery,

to bring back slavery,

working in Petrus market is just the start of it.

My friends, there is no knighthood at the end of it!

You’ll be working for your knighthood...forever.

 

Let me get this off my chest.

Saying “yes!” We are removing the cannon’s best!

And we’ll give you less,

and that is just for starters,

even after privatising,

feudal charters.

 

It is a social disaster that makes our hearts beat faster,

now I am your master.

The last thing this kingdom needs is us, the vassals,

in our stone castles.

We don’t care if you’re driven to despair.

Don’t you dare! Say it’s “not fair.”

I’m not saying it’s not funny!

It is for me, I’ve got loads of money!

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Karl scratches his ass, looking to Feliks. "Didn't we just kill them all?"

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

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