A Crusader's Plea

[Knox213 10]

Brother Radovid watches the speech and sighs "Ah just 'ope tae soldiers target t'ose t'at are truely evil and naught all non 'umans. T'ere be many inocents and even canonist non 'umans t'at 'ave been burnt by tae fiore of zealotry before. Ah 'ope t'at we 'ave learnt from tae mistakes of tae past.  A guiding 'and must be given to tae zealots or else t'ey will become no better t'an tae evil they are trying tae fioght against!!"

"Aye." States Dederick, who then looks to the high pontiff for his response....

[Pureimp10 5691]

Brother Radovid watches the speech and sighs "Ah just 'ope tae soldiers target t'ose t'at are truely evil and naught all non 'umans. T'ere be many inocents and even canonist non 'umans t'at 'ave been burnt by tae fiore of zealotry before. Ah 'ope t'at we 'ave learnt from tae mistakes of tae past.  A guiding 'and must be given to tae zealots or else t'ey will become no better t'an tae evil they are trying tae fioght against!!"

Ronald would look at the Brother, and put a hand on his shoulder before saying,

 

"Worry not, holy Brother. God will reveal the innocent to us."

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Tarcell Othaman hears news of the plea for a crusade. Stroking his beard, he looks to his brothers.

"War is on the horizon."

[Pond 1069]

Nods in agreement as Guy De Bar finishes. "It is time brothers...."

[Publius 4098]

Publius would smile broadly upon hearing this.

 

"This will certainly not be our last; let us destroy they who dare move against us and God. No more shall we be tormented by the madness that comes from heretics, pagans, and the godless."

 

He would then shiver at the thought of Orcish slavery and raids, thankful that they now would come to an end at the tip of Orenian blades....

[FORƎST 1312]

 

Michael is seen using pig's blood to paint a crucifix across his chest.

[Lark 2227]

Dain rubs his forehead in his tent, reading over a note regarding the coming war. "Better warm the forge, its gonna be a long war..."

[Lvke 1000]

Horace roars his assent following the speech, stamping a heavy hobnailed boot against the ground, his weathered, gaunt features tinged with the wrinkles of old age and squinting into a harsh sun. 

 

His voice soars to a brutal note as he roars a pair of words repeatedly, his enthusiasm for the coming righteous slaughter and crusades plain to all.

 

"DEUS VULT! DEUS VULT! DEUS VULT!"

[Dohvi 622]

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