Smoke and Mirrors

[mmat 7460]

Baron Oscar stands atop a snowbound hill at the Orenian siege camp in Dwarven lands, ready for the imminent siege a saint’s day in the future. He looks over his own men and those of his compatriots and gathers their attention, speaking his mind for a bit.

 

“Urguan, the Dwarven Kingdom, Vanderguan. Whatever they call themselves and whatever they do, they shall never escape what they truly are; Treacherous Dwedmar and their devious, malodorous thralls. It has come to my attention that these malevolent creatures have devised some sort of illusion for the masses. They have ‘merged’ and ‘become an empire’, professing how superior they are now to what they were before.

 

This is a sham, a ploy, a deception.

 

There is no difference in the forces that oppose us. They are merely masked by a shadow of their own creation. An empty moniker. They seek to appear strong, when in reality they are weak. They seek to deceive, so that they might benefit. But it is merely a fact that the TRUE Vandorians now fight for Oren and for their native Vandoria, and TRUE Dwarves fight for Oren and for a free Dwarven Kingdom, free from their current degenerate leadership.

 

As much as they will seek to denounce this view, THEY started this war. Though, we shall finish it. We will win, it is only a matter of time.”

 

He finishes, raising his father’s longsword above his head, the blade being coated with the driving snow within seconds.

 

 

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[Arteh 1837]

Augustus d'Amaury glances from his tent to Oscar as he gives the schpeal of the ages. 

 

His lips purse briefly before he mutters under his breath

 

"May the creator bless your path, Oscar"

 

 

[Bogrin 120]

A smelly peasant happens to be passing and overhears the speech. He scratches his head in confusion (as he is wont to do), and talks to the dirty peasant next to him.

 

"Wots this about teacherrous dwedmar and malevolly creatures? Wodn't they talkin' about how they wanted them to join the empire not a saints day or two ago? Ploughin politicians all the same."

 

The peasants also wonder how they always seem to be around during important proclamations.

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath'Lur polishes his weapons, getting ready to shave some beards

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Athirius turns his attention to the speaking Baron, ambling over and edging his way through the gathered group with his hand set naturally atop his sword's pommel. He dips his head in concurrence with the young Lancefeld's words. "Well put."

[Rudi 1747]

Ser Jospeh would give an approving nod.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

 

 

 

 

Rhys sauntered through the crowd, listening to his comrade's words intently, ripping his blade free from its' scabbard alongside Oscar, raising it high, drawling out through gritted teeth.

 

 

"No matter the cost."

 

 

[AGP 3169]

Bertrand frowns the Moon's frown, tiring of the non-stop shows of force.

[Dizzy771 900]

Dizzy Irongrinder, the lone dwarf, hears this speech during his wanderings in Oren.

 

"Hrm, a foine speech, some o-et even rings true."

 

He shrugs, slinging the large sack over his shoulder once more.

"Weat'er ah agree wit' un soide er t'e ot'eh, nae true dwarf foights on eit'er soide at t'is point. Urguan 'as fallen low, reveling in tu false sense o-'onoh t'ey receive frum opposing Oren, ignorant tu t'a cost. An t'ose w'o fight against it stand onleh tu be kinslayers."

 

He spits on the side of the road.

 

"Kinslayers. Tu worst croime tu a dwarf."

 

Watching a raven fly overhead Dizzy stops, sighing.

 

"Per'aps ets a soign o-t'a toimes. T'ings c'ange an move on, per'aps so tu s'ould tu children o-t'a stone"

[idiot 502]

Garsto's lips part into a smile, watching from the numerous Lorraine tents, he would murmur "Children become men." He says, recalling seeing Oscar before he became a baron.

[ThumperJack 927]

Wyrric Irongut continues to tend the farms of Kal'Ordholm, oblivious to two sides' doings and proclamations.

 

Meanwhile...

 

Demagol keeps wandering the far reaches of Vailor, receiving word of the various propagandas etc. going around.  "Bah...if onleh Urguan an' Oren woul' quit spittin' comebacks at eachotheh an' pu' an end tuh t'is rivalreh."