Lorraine wanted to step.

[nordicg_d 1847]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDMdmlUgMNU

 

8th of The Grand Harvest, 1613.

 

The banners of Romstun and Dunamis fly high from amidst their encampment atop the hillside, glowering down upon the forces of sovereign Lorraine. Snickering to one another, belittling the craven king, and brandishing their armaments for open warfare. Finally, Lorraine’s forces would be met, met with blood and steel. The beating hearts of Romstun and Dunamis were fueled with rage, rage which fed their advance.

 

“ADVANCE!”

 

Bellowed Zoey Romstun-Revlis, pressing onwards for the center-field, Romstun and Dunamis atop horseback, their bannermen striding with a confident gait. Forming their wall, cavarly before footmen, had the sovereign nation Lorraine bellowed their horns, signifying their own advance. However, before they could press, fire engulfed their gates, latching onto the odd Lorrainite. Mocking their enemy, Romstun pulled back, allowing the ‘Grand Army’ to descend into the battlefield. Albeit on Romstun and Dunamis’s terms. The two forces clashed, once more had Romstun engaged in a flank, with the Frostbeards surprising them from behind.

 

They had crippled their enemy, Lorraine was failing, a sheer victory for the forces of Romstun and Dunamis. The sovereign nation withdrew, retreating back into their encampment. Now humiliated, they sought to pick off their foe one-by-one from behind their walls, however, their efforts proved futile. In their confusion, they opened the gates, allowing passage as the opposition came crashing through. Like pigs to a slaughter, Lorraine’s army’s fell, low and behold the might of the allied forces of Romstun and Dunamis. Meanwhile, the banners of Teuton lay upon the earth, scorched and scorned by the blades of Flay, absolutely annihilated.

 

To the denizens of humanity, we do send this missive:

 

The Kingdom of Lorraine has plagued us for far too long, tarnishing our name, mocking our blood. They are snake’s among men and we will tolerate it no further, with your rash threats and sheer stupidity. To kill a snake, you must sever its head.

 

We are House Romstun. We are the Horde of Dunamis.

 

Lorraine wants to step, prepare forty graves.

 

[lev 627]

"What did Lorraine say about the Romstun's? Some citation would be helpful."

Hugo asks

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Rodrik Brawm-Lothston begins to sharpen his blade.

"Time to help Lorraine."

[Guest]

"Damn son," remarks Quinn. "Poor Lorraine." 

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Gregor Gaius Horen, son of Richard Allen Horen, son of John Owyn Horen, son of John Sigismund Horen, sits back and smirks. "It was a good battle."

[magister 11]

William Larse grins ferally. "Aye Lorraine, ye should 'ave hired te Riders o' te' Mark when ye were offered our contract. Now ye git buggered by us AN' te fecks in Dunamis, too!" He cackles, striding away to the victory celebrations in Fort Mark.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Adelaide returns to her homestead, looking to her cousin Hamelin in woe. "Our cousins of d'Amaury are in grave trouble. I tried my best...but only GOD can help them now." She'd let out a saddened sigh, twisting the ring that once belonged to her d'Amaury grandmother.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"If only Adelaide had tried harder!" weeps an old Lotharingian hag, steeling herself in preparation for the Horde to have their fun with her.

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

"'Ey! Ah kinda liked Metz!" Gerald the halfling would exclaim "Why mus' t'a bigguns always do t'is ter othahs?"

[GDPR 014 48]

A broken, and heavily dented creature rises from the battlefield, lights fluttering from the visor. A low and metallic grumble hums from the construct, looking at the ripped chainmail and torn cloth to peer at its metal arm. 

 

Test successful. The construct groaned out, trudging towards Metz, with a leg lagging behind - the end now inert. Must Repair.

[mitto 2312]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.