The Glory Of Oren

[Aetosion 2062]

The Glory of Oren

 

 

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Our nation is the greatest on the face of this continent or any other, and I can say this with utmost confidence. We are a noble and hardy people, we Orenians. We are a land of rich Savoyard soils and noble Adriatic mountains, of lush Akovian valleys and formidable Northern canyons. And we are a people descended of the Creator’s favored son Horen I, a people blessed with unity, strength, and courage in the face of adversity.

 

From Savoy hail those men of cunning and wile, silver tongues and steel blades, upon whose politik and crusading spirits our King’s throne was built. From Akovia hail those men of hardy heart and dusty brow, black iron and Vydrian fortitude, whose labours and defenses have shielded the barmy southland from hostile incursion. From Adria hail those men of noble mind and pious soul, victorious soldiery and time-won tradition, whose toilsome works and brave stands have fed and shielded the common man. From the Northlands hail those wild and free folks, pioneering spirits and ambitious souls, whose secluded towns and red-clay fists guard the north from imperial invasion. From Oren hail the champions of the mortal races.

 

When the tides of heathens crash against the grey-stone bulwarks and red-clay, it is the merchant, the farmer, the noble’s son, and the priest’s brother, not the mercenary’s vicious blade, who bloody their arms in the gore of the enemy. It is the Adrian citizen-soldier, the Savoyard orderman, the Akovian veteran who stand on the battlements, not a stout paragon forgotten by time. The citizens of Oren are pious, noble, and loyal, and it is from their ceaseless spirit and bravery that I source my patriotism. It is from their courageous heart and faithful soul that our nation takes its exceptional character. It is because of the people of Oren that our kingdom, our country, will always remain great.

 

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/s/August de Montfort, Ducal Scribe of Adria

 

 

A sketch of the Ducal arms lies at the bottom of the flyer.

[Devland99 180]

Constantine shouts a cry of patriotism with his men

[Fireheart 2777]

Franz nods... twice!

[Major Dom 1297]

Gerald smiles the sun's smile

[Rig 17590]

Rom Visconti beats his breastplate with his fist, "Deus Magnus, long live the Empire." 

[Pureimp10 5691]

Ronald smiles from ear to ear after hearing this!

 

Ave Orenia!

[Skippy 2466]

Literally shakes in his boots

[Ser Paul Ryan 1139]

Wipes a patriotic tear from his eye, before heading to salvation army to pick up another pair of size 3 booties for skippy irongut the powerful 

[MrScafuto 34]

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Standing over the new home town of the di Cappotelli, Emmanuele is handed a flyer, no doubt ripped from some cottage wall. He reads over the flyer, and upon completion utters, "Pfft. This is no more than an attempt to appease the already churning masses. No doubt it sounds profoundly patriotic to some.." he says,bitter to no end, "But to people with any sense, this shows how desperate Orenian government really is. If Oren was so high and grand as this /scribe/ claims, why indeed do we need propaganda to tell us so? We would already be working and forwarding the "noble" cause Oren claims it is working for." And with that, Emmanuele promptly shreds the document, heading inside to deposit the remains of the patriotic flyer into the dimming fire.

[Heff 2460]

Exterminatus!!!

[Publius 4098]

 

 

Publius would crack up if he ever heard anything like this.

 

"I'm sure if the Dwarves were literate, they'd write down their peoples history and preach their praises too!"

[Heero 4092]

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