Horns Sound from the Deep

[Jordan1921 373]

As a brisk winter wind splits the morning air, Lord Regent Hogarth Irongut stands behind a large stone podium as he waits to address the people he has been nominated to lead.

 

“Brothers born from iron and flame,

 

The Eighteen Years’ War demonstrated the sheer destruction that we sons of Urguan and Horen have the capacity to cause. That when we forsake sound and rational thought, there is seemingly no end to the pain we can endure upon each other. In recent years, our council has sued for peace with the nations that lie beyond our borders, forming close ties with our counterparts in the Orenian Empire. A peace we can no longer ensure is maintained, while this despotic regime festers on the idea that they are entitled to all the world’s bounties.

 

I regret that Oren chooses to excuse its warmongering through utterly nonsensical allegations, and a persisting fear of coexistence with others, more akin to the deranged ravings of a madman. Upon the break of morn, its terms of ultimatum were delivered, in which it was demanded that the orcish clans residing within our borders relocate their holdings and forgo all ties to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. However, the truth is that the orcs hold no desire to relinquish their fealty, as they know this would mean offering themselves for slaughter against a race that desires their extinction. Alas, Oren appears to believe only itself fit to hold dominion over others.

 

Despite all attempts to rightfully maintain peace through means of discourse and diplomacy, this self-styled and utterly delusional Emperor now threatens our sovereign territory by disregarding the Treaty of The Northern Union and marching on our lands, in pursuit of his ignoble genocide of the orcish race. Rather than assist us in our efforts to assimilate the orcs into just and peaceful society, by means of the abolishment of slavery and black magic, they now see fit to brand us enemies. Ironic indeed that a people who frequently order assassins and turncoats to murder and kinslay their own from the warm comfort of their hearths, would claim the barbarism of another race.

 

My interactions with the empire have taught me one thing of their intentions. The truth is that Oren does not care what misdemeanors were committed in driving us to exodus from our old home. Nor do they woe that their current endeavors will lead them on a path to war with Urguan. No, for their only true desire is to saturate their bloodlust, to dominate and subjugate all life so that one day, they can claim this world as their own. Only Iblees himself strived for the same ends, and so quite fitting it is that the House of Horen should bear the sigil of the Black Dragon upon its crest.

 

We must now come to terms with the fact that the time for peace and conciliation is over. The time for war is upon us. The menace of the Black Dragon has risen once again. A treacherous hive of hatred and sin, a nation born from deceit and malice. They will not relent, they will show no mercy. They will strike swiftly, like a plague infesting the very heart of its victims.

 

Alas, like our ancestors of old, we will deliver this empire to the dirt, as we did its Emperor, John I. We will cut the head from the snake and forge a new era where all are unbound by the shackles of human tyranny. As the sands of time pass and the flesh of humans wither, their empire will be lost to the forgotten annals of history. No statues will be erected in memory of their fallen, no songs sung of their misdeeds. We, the denizens of Urguan were here long before they came, and long after they will perish.

 

Henceforth, let it be known that Urguan will never bow to a tyrant. We will never surrender. We will fight axe and shield in hand until the apocalypse is upon us. Once more, the horn shall sound from the deep and we will stare evil in the eye and fight on in defense of our mountain home, to all the world’s end.

 

Let Yemekar bear witness and judge that our cause is righteous. Our defiance will be the song of ages.”

[Bobby123 115]

The Dwarf stands, banging his axe upon his shield, chanting, ready for war.

[McDaedra 261]

Mafraedon thrusts a fist into the air, the edge of the axe at his belt yearning for Orenian blood!

[arakrsptec 171]

"I do not believe the Black Dragon symbolizes what you say it does. I would know," A nameless Nephilim comments again.

[Lhindir_ 3691]

Lhindir stands amongst the Dwed, his crys joining with theirs as he'd thrust his right fist into the air. "Death to the Imperium!" he'd exclaims with Ire. 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

"They do realize they lost the eighteen year war and this Empire is the same as the one that defeated them and took half their land?" Remarks the Uthir, sighing as he now has to go to war due to the Dwarves for no particular reason protecting a race of slavers and roaming bandits "Valah or Bortu, it matters not, Mali blood will be spilled for this cause..."

[Vetren54 368]

Mattington notes that it is not necessarily the dwarves they are directly after, but rather the treacherous orcs.  

[wolfdwg 2677]

Virim runs his gauntlet through his beard, his other hand fast away scribing runic enchantments. A war would be fought, A long bloody one...

[Taketheshot 3834]

Ser walter shrugs upon receiving his marching order from the Emperor

"Always wondered what it would be like to have an estate in Urguan."

[Silent™ 552]

The gray haired Sylen listens to the speech, old age catching up to him. He has been witness to many wars and countless battles, his body and mind bearing the scars from each. This would not be the last war in his lifetime, there's simply too much darkness in the hearts of the descendants.

[AGP 3169]

"**** it I'm in," says Constantine.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Karl Sigmar rubs his temple, the young regent has already tired of war.

[seannie 7443]

"I dont think the outcome will be quite the same as the Eighteen Year's war this time around." sighs Wilhelm.

[Galendar 631]

Vaktismo'Azog offers a singular bob of his head, opening and closing his mouth in attempts to further sharpen his tusks. 

[JVQ 1719]

Velwyn gathers his Ireheart brothers, long had they enjoyed the peace in which they lay their axes, but it was no ache to them that they might once again slay Orenians.

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7 hours ago, Will (TauFirewarrior) said:

"They do realize they lost the eighteen year war and this Empire is the same as the one that defeated them and took half their land?" Remarks the Uthir, sighing as he now has to go to war due to the Dwarves for no particular reason protecting a race of slavers and roaming bandits "Valah or Bortu, it matters not, Mali blood will be spilled for this cause..."