Dismissing Ignorance; A History Lesson

[Publius 4098]

Following the announcement of ‘The Vailorian Assembly of Southern Axis Powers’, missives would be brought swiftly via horseback to criers across all the lands of the continent, readily available for any to gander at. It reads as follows:

 

 

 

Rigan father holds fallen son after Dreadlandic raid, 1548.

 

               With decades between the last major war to wrack the realms of Vailor, a new generation of fresh faced individuals stumbles ignorantly onto the battlefield. This of course, only being after an abrupt shove by the snake-like opportunists that litter the land, being seen all over in the debris of the nations that were obliterated for making the very same mistake they do today.

 

               For those who do not know though, and as a reminder to the mad men that return to the butcher with more sheep, let us look to what is happening, and forward to what is going to happen.

 

               Our attention should first be to those who propped it up; the Dreadlands. A nation dependent on raiding and intimidation for its wealth and resources, they have contributed to nothing but the poverty and sorrows of all nations (including many of the signatories), but find themselves in close with the leaders of the southern nations. What’s more, is that they are lead by no less than an exiled Orenian noble family, that of house Silverblade, who disgraced themselves in a similar war that they lost as well.

 

               How ironic, that the initiative against Oren must be lead by a failed usurping house, during a civil conflict no less, and done so despite the actions of his people. There was once at least an attempt to hold the moral high ground. I guess the fall from that high ground taught the pigs a lesson about straying from the dung they come from.

 

               Perhaps a more interesting though, is the names sprawling across the document, including those of the Orcish Rex Kharak’Raguk, or the leader of the ‘Sultanate of Sharaf’, one largely unknown Ashruf Kaneen. Some of these names ring true as synonyms for the words untrustworthy or conniving. Moron would be another, if the policy of this group is simply to aggress what has been one of the most peaceful Orenian administrations ever.

 

               With a significant portion of the military force being represented by signatories that were Orenian lords very recently, it is no wonder many petty kingdoms would come to their aid in hopes of stealing whatever they may secure. Kharak’Raguk, a vile creature who represents a race backwards in both belief and practice, probably does not aim to conquer even, as his pagan clansmen destroy land in the name of some mad deity.

 

               With this union of liabilities, these turncloaks and schemers, it is worth asking what kind of world is scheduled to be created should God abandon all beings and allow this coalition to succeed; honour being a necessary sacrifice before the entry of anyone to this union, it is only customary that they use the backs of their friends as a sheath for their dagger.

 

               Lastly though, it is wise to reflect on the state of our own nations. After the last war the south stubbornly backed, whole societies collapsed in the ensuing conflict, the Dwarves abandoned and soon after isolated, and Vandoria ripped apart from internal conflict. Many look to the undeveloped lands of Oren and screech at its underuse, but this is ironic coming from nation’s who’s capitals have vacancies in over half their housing and near complete unemployment.

 

               Why one would opt to pick up a sword rather than bricks to lay with the already widespread depopulation is beyond me, but the last time the south stood stalwart against offers to end conflict, few were left standing. Disastrous especially was the Fenn refusal to uphold the terms of their treaties with Oren, as their people were smashed so close to inexistance that their capital was handed off to a single mercenary.

 

               Perhaps Oren is limping, but but every step it takes and will take is shakes the world the world. Between the Empire and its honourable Dominion of Malin alone, there is at least quadruple the serviceable men available than any signatory, including the Orenian nobles who have spun around in opposition. With Urguan setting the example in trying to rebuild rather than a rematch, all who approach the negotiating table may find fast friends rather than a slow destruction.

 

               Until then though, may the aimless old men leading these armies get lost at home, before their men are lost abroad.

 

Ave Orenia.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Signed,                      

Lepidus Cuman

[mmat 7460]

"Slam dunk." says Oscar, mirin the man's writings..

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"An articulate fellow." comments an approving Osgod.

[Smaw 2376]

Kharak'Raguk would peruse over the writings, before setting it aside.

 

"Mi wundah iv diz wuz writtehn ihn dah pisz uv deirh nub'hozh soldiaz. Hurr-hurr. Dat penzil puzherz muzt rezort tuh deze cheep tagtikz, peepz dat deyh lak dah confidenze deyh iz suh familiah wid."

"I wonder if this was written in the piss of their cowardly soldiers." He said, chucking to himself. "That pencil pushers must resort to these cheap tactics, shows that they lack the confidence they are so familiar with."

[Publius 4098]

Just now, Smaw said:

Kharak'Raguk would peruse over the writings, before setting it aside.

 

"Mi wundah iv diz wuz writtehn ihn dah pisz uv deirh nub'hozh soldiaz. Hurr-hurr. Dat penzil puzherz muzt rezort tuh deze cheep tagtikz peepz dat deyh lak dah confidenze deyh iz suh familiah wid."

"I wonder if this was written in the piss of their cowardly soldiers." He said, chucking to himself. "That pencil pushers must resort to these cheap tactics shows that they lack the confidence they are so familiar with."

 

Lepidus would worry that reason may be found dishonourable, but he sends out more copies with faith that the progressive idea catches steam as he turns to the rising sun....

[Jonificus 2762]

"A good show of our intellectual superiority, Master Cuman." Compliments Karl

[LatzMomo 2088]

"Ah, I missed these." Robbie sheds a tear, remembering the good old days.

[colovian fur 8360]

Willem de Denesle once again got his hands upon the latest news of Vailor, sitting alone in his Felsen cell; he read the missive written by the talented Lepidus Cuman. Taking it all in for a moment, he'd cover his face before shedding a tear.

 

"By GOD do I love this Empire, thick or thin it's better than dancin' aroun' fires n' shoutin' ooga booga like those lawless, chaotic, and progressive Axis of Evil fellows are." he'd wipe his eyes, folding the missive up and placing it in the corner of his cell.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Unfortunately, the type of people who are fighting against Oren are not the type of people who would be turned by a well thought out piece of analysis." muttered a cynical Artimec. 

[monkeypoacher 8055]

"And now he moans, for his great diseased empire has the strength to do little else." Nikola remarks to his comrades.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"The wrong point to argue.... You have vigils who seem to share the same beliefs as Kalenz the Mad man, you have a rex who is actively trying to spread plague around the world, and then a group of dark elves exiled due to their stubbornness and underhanded acts. Now who would support them? What in the world could these people provide Valinor except for more brutality and tyranny than what has been seen from Oren? But of course people just like to rebel for change itself...  I guess it is useless to argue", Alirya said in conversation about the subject

[SteelMarshall 190]

 

The city of Felsen bustled with activity, a veritable sea of its inhabitants jostling and shoving as they laboriously strove to make headway through the narrow streets and alleys that funneled them through the beating heart of the Empire. All about there could be heard an overwhelming din, a tempest of sound that seemed to swell as the sun made its languid climb through the sapphire sky. The buzzing white noise of tramping feet and a hundred conversations was occasionally pierced by the booming cries of the street vendors, or by the high-pitched whinny of a courier's horse. But today was different, for another sound sang out above all else; an incessant, jolting commotion caused by the ringing of a town crier's bell. 

 

The townsfolk swarmed to the noise as one, causing an uproar as they boisterously clamored to be as close to the crier's stand as they could. The bell rang out again, and the great herd fell silent to hear the barrel-chested crier read out the missive he had been presented. Amidst the large crowd stood a thin man, a faded red cloak wrapped about his shoulders. Though he was quite young, the man looked slightly ill; his face held an unhealthy pallor, and his eyes were weighed down with dark and heavy bags. And yet beneath these droopy lids, a pair of bright eyes flashed, flitting about in their sockets as their owner listened intently to the message penned by one Lepidus Cuman. 

 

As the town crier finished reading, the crowd of Orenians erupted into applause, crying their praise and clapping vigorously. The man who listened did no such thing, though a smile tugged at the corners of his weak lips. "Praise be to the Creator." He offered, raising his hands to the Seven Skies. "At least some of us remain reasonable. In dark times like these, we must strive for clairvoyance of the mind, just as Exalted Siegmund has taught us."

[AGP 3169]

8 hours ago, Oodles said:

"And now he moans, for his great diseased empire has the strength to do little else." Nikola remarks to his comrades.

Charles drops Nikola.

[Kaelan 1918]

Aelthus Aureon enters the Sirame forge to have his armour and shield repaired, realizing that these fancy words written on paper would have little effect on those seeking bloodshed.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

9 hours ago, AGiantPie said:

Charles drops Nikola.

 

Nikola is elbow-dropped into the sun, brother.