Delenda Est

[Suicidium 1295]

 

 

 

“I kneel to no man.”

The words of Lucien, High Pontiff, upon the Kaedreni court’s tribute to the newly proclaimed King in the West, dated 1413.

 

“ What is your life?”

“ My honor is my life. “

“ What is your fate?”

“ My duty is my fate”

“ What is your fear?”

“ My fear is to fail”

“ What is your reward?’

“ My salvation is my reward”

“ What is your craft?”

“ My craft is death”

“What is your pledge?”

“ My pledge is eternal service”

 

Audwin Wolter, an Ensign of the Order of Saint Peter, who died with full honors in the Imperial Johannesburg Incident of 1592

“

Shadows swept through the heavy morning fog, nothing could fill the aching emptiness left in their hearts. A blanket of fire enveloped the city of Aldersport, coursing through it like a tidal wave which scorched stone and wood alike.

 

 

 

A lone figure stood by an open window, his features illuminated by the sunlight. He wastes no time in mourning, as a distant bell resonates in deep somber tones as though it knows such pain. A loop of rope swings slowly in an ambient breeze. Taunting him, calling him to join his brethren amongst the seven skies. He’d look away with turbulent eyes.   

 

 

 

“In death, justice will be dealt”

 

 

 

As sunshine peeked over the dilapidated tile roofs, a longing silence engulfed the towns near Aldersport. Faces familiar and hardy propped up parchments on the noticeboards, departing before the rancid air could overwhelm them.

 

 

 

“To perish in the fire of battle, our brethren echoed a spirit that has stretched from a time of yonder and showed that our people did not merely spat hollow words. However, with a heavy heart, I must implore that no further blood should be spilled, our people has suffered far too much in this lifetime and we have lost an entire generation.

 

It grows on me the realization of the unusual character of this occasion, our people have been at war many times before and it has asked and received countless sacrifices from its sons and daughters. These dead know nothing of what remains today, but these stricken and charred bodies are but the clay tenements once possessed of souls which flamed in patriotic devotion, lighted new hopes for the future and in their sacrifices sped on to accuse autocracy before the court of eternal justice

 

Never a death but somewhere a new life; never a sacrifice but somewhere an atonement; never a service but somewhere and somehow an achievement. These had served, which is the supreme inspiration in living. They have earned everlasting gratitude, which is the supreme solace in dying

 

They acted in righteousness, to those that us that remain, should never hesitate to commit to.

 

To the Emperor, and others which uphold the Empire. I beseech that a universal pardon should be finally given and rest to finally return to these lands. Those that remain are petitioned to stay true to Imperial law, and remain faithful to their loyalties in order to hold their swords only for the defense of the Empire”  

 

 

 

Ad Mortem, Delenda Est,
His Grace, Hamelin|

 

(( Bah, might have ruined the formatting. I'd fix it later, special credits to IllogicalOrder and all the other Savoyard lads, been fun))

[Guest]

"I am with Jon. Jon is with me." Andre Nicator's fingers grasp at the ground, a coarse shout parting his lips as a javelin pierces him. "I.. am with Jon. Jon is with me."

Another man of St. Peter dies alongside his entire company, going limp as the blood seeps onto the throne room's floor.

[Vetren54 368]

"Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me."

[CelestialMochi 580]

Katherine is proud.

[Eleatic 1033]

((without a subject here delenda est just means that a female must be destroyed

fyi))

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