The Santegian Flounder

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The Santegian Flounder

A musing of the Santegian Ingenuity

 

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  Hark thee, Santegian Fish. You flounder upon this land, gasping for dear life. The Lord's flame shines down upon you, taking away the water which once filled your gills. I ponder, I truly do, how one can so quickly flip in mere instances. The Church had every right to condemn your ilk and call for a holy crusade; for it is obvious that the rulers of Santegia are no more than fools with paper crowns. You spout dedication to the faith, of disavowing the Church and her order; yet now you pride yourselves in the aid of this alleged 'coalition' to rid the world of the "Mad Dogs". The only Mad Dog I have met is a Felder, and he is worth thousands more than each tainted soul in your desolate land.

 

  Santegian Fish, you bite the hook as the tasteful worm of hopeful victory is waved in front of you. As promises from heathens to rid you of a mythical Orenian threat; you fail to realize we aren't Orenian at all. We're men of God first and foremost. We do not pick up poles to catch you, Santegian Fish: We pick up spears. Your reckoning will come, and all that you taint. Your acquisition of the once proud Sultanate has not gone unnoticed. You are put a guppy in this large ocean, cleaning the teeth of the shark.

 

  Santegian Fish, there is time yet to surrender yourself: To deny aid from the heathens and perhaps repent. Only when your land is cleansed of those that make a mockery of our faith is truly when that process can begin, do us all a favor and ensure it is done quickly as to avoid a prolonged conflict.

 

Return a letter from time to time, Santegian Fish: I am getting tired writing to myself or your telepathic guardsmen. Perhaps we could dine over trout.

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ANTE BELLUM

CAIUS SIGISMUND HOREN

 

[Raomir 1855]

Verthaik II would read the letter, and upon doing so, would pen one to Caius.

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The last time we met Caius we spoke fondly of happier times whilst lounging in a hay bale. How the times have changed since then. But I cannot help but think that perhaps over this time our ideals have slightly shifted. Where we once spoke of divvying land and restoring rightful heirs to their rightful thrones I hear you now busy yourself with distributing slander. I cannot say I am surprised by this development; you were always gifted in the way of word and pen.

 

Do not let yourself be a tool and a means for the creation of the empire we shared a hatred for. Under the thin veil of a religious crusade the powers that be plot the creation of a stronger Oren. One that will be more oppressive and hateful than that before it, as they so often are. And one that will without a doubt once again leave you and your good men out of the power that is rightfully yours, by the blood that flows through your veins.

 

I had the pleasure of meeting these men whom you call brothers when they surrounded me on horseback and drew arms against me in my own lands. These so called defenders of the human faith, the Order of Saint Lucien. These pious men who so swiftly gave in to greed and demanded my Crown - indeed, for a moment I felt as if I was dealing with my own kin. Fear not for my safety for the good Dwarves of Kaz'Ulrah quickly dispatched of them, with two of them finding their end upon the sweet grass of Jornheim, their blood running black as night. 

 

I call upon you Caius and your good men to leave this so called Order which is nothing more than a power scheme. What human religious group asserts it's love for the Creator by plundering and killing the same race with which it identifies. The people of Santegia had no qualm with this Order until it unleashed it's horsemen upon the innocents of the city, as they had unleashed upon me. Whilst these people are not of rock like my kin, they are not of wood either. Santegia will not burn easy.

 

Your future is bright Caius Horen, do not throw it away because of the ambitions of old men, with old ideals, fighting for old states.

 

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Signed by his Majesty,

Verthaik II Frostbeard, High King of Kaz'Ulrah, Grand King of Urguan, Protector of Dwarves, Slayer of Lethargy, Friend of the Clowns

 

 

[Hackhen 68]

"Norland and all men of the red faith will protect are Santegian ally , If need we shall crush theses heathens!" Angus Lord Purifier would say

[Chorale__ 2147]

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