Like Pigs to a Slaughter

[Tsuyose 3285]

“Give me twenty good men and I’ll impregnate the *****.”

His Royal Highness, Antonius of the House of Horen, addressing His Royal Majesty, Aurelius I of the House of Horen, King of the Crown of Renatus-Marna, 10th of The Deep Cold, 1657

 

They say animals know when there’s impending danger, their behaviour becomes erratic, and their corporeal senses become numbed by fear and anguish. Norland, the citadel of **** and piss, declared the many who inhabit the vast expanse of Atlas, was at the dawn of the Alliance’s march. Proudly, the ‘U.S.A’ stood, a corrupt conglomeration of **** spewing pigs, atop the capital of Norland, lining the walls, and towers, with bows, and arrows. The sharp whistle of the winds pierced the heavens, a storm brewed, and the Northern Alliance advanced; the Southern Alliance never knew what was coming, until it was too late.

 

“They’ll never get us from ‘ere.”

Remarked a Haensetic soldier, snorting uncontrollably.

 

But alas, it never occurred to them to check their six, and it wasn’t until the Northern Atlas Alliance had begun its descent upon the entrapped creatures, who whined like wild pigs, sobbed like bloody, frightened mutts, and writhed like vile worms, unable to defend themselves against the incredible might of the horde. It was upon that day, that Norland truly lived up to its name, and their King Ruric who reigned over a city of **** that smelt like carrion. Soldiers of Haense, Norland, and the High Elves alike lay slaughtered upon the doors of the Norlandic Castle, vengeance for the fallen priests and nuns of the Canonist Faith; vengeance for their incursion upon the Northern Alliance.

 

Their pitiful cheers of morale and revitalisation to their corrupt states were silenced, for none could withstand the almighty strength of the Northern Atlas Alliance; not even the midget fallacy, Adalwulf, nor the efforts of heathen, Karl Barbanov. By the time the Crown of Renatus-Marna and its allies were done with the bloody city of Norland, a murder of crows flocked above, the nuns and priests slung free from their dirtied ropes, and the Canonists freed.

 

“Do not temper the anointed steel; the white sword cometh.”

His Royal Highness, Constantine of the House of Horen, declaring their next march to the War Council of Renatus-Marna.

 

Then, they marched north-east, for the blood curdling hallows of Norland’s military had been put to sleep, and the pitiful Silver State was next.

[Imi 425]

Linette offered a short, firm nod at the news, turning to speak to her advisors,  "Haense should have remained dead, while they still reserved their dignity. They have merely returned to face defeat on an even grander scale."

[herculean_wud 3662]

Leydluk throws the corpse of Godden over the wall and into the water.

[AGP 3169]

"Why even bother anymore?" asks Constantine as he hears yet another report of an embarrassingly easy northern victory.

[Dreek 1633]

Dreek Ireheart II awakes from his slumber, taking a moment to scratch his ass. By the side of his bed he sees a note left by one of his clansmen that invited him on this excursion against the vile USA. He yawns, heading out into the city to hear the news about how it went.

[Unknown User 316]

Sergeant Krieger mopes around the Palace, bummed out that he MISSED out on the slaughter!

[TankM1A2 840]

"If this Karl Barbanov was wise, he'd tuck tail and flee alongside the rest of his family." shrugs Ser Carlovac.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Aran Talraen yawned, dragging his bloodied sword through the path leading past the Norlander fortress - and past the dozens of piled up Norlander, Haensetian, and Haelun'orian corpses. "Easy."

 

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Renna Talraen avoided the scene of the slaughter like the plague - for it would be beneath a Morghuul's honor to feast on dead Norlanders, butchered like pigs.

[MickMeist 175]

All four of Mick's characters yawn tiredly at the slew of raid posts incoming.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Oszkar Tuvic, Baron of Vsnek would cheer with his fellow soldiers as they won

"AVE RUSKA!"

[Guest]

"Traitor filth now find themselves on the cusp of armageddon. That is a fitting end for petty, mewling rot." said Kairn. 

[mmat 7460]

"So you're telling me that the High elves DIDN'T charge gloriously to the fight in aid of their allies and turn the tide of battle? I am surprised."

 

Khaine remarks quite sarcastically from his self-imposed meditative state, definitely not in jail or anything.

 

"I pity the human nations who chose such craven to fight at their side."

[wolfdwg 2677]

41 minutes ago, TankM1A2 said:

"If this Karl Barbanov was wise, he'd tuck tail and flee alongside the rest of his family." shrugs Ser Carlovac.

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"They did it once before." states Szoros sporting a swollen face.

[The Haelunoric War Effort 35]

The Haelun'oric War Effort remains on its steady course, a singular mass of a fleet forming in the below harbor. Edred Maeyr'onn smirks at the idiotic ideas of Renatus, crossing his arms as he looks over his soldiers. He looks to his fellow councilmen, speaking,

 

"As you see, I have been hard at work increasing our numbers in just two elven days. Yesterday, we had no military. The Silver Walls cannot, will not fall this coming week to a simple raid of savage barbarians. It is time we raise our hands and cast their filthy bodies in gold. We will not only purify those of impurity, but we will purify those whomst've would stand against us. Whether that be Renatus today, or an unknown force tomorrow, let it be known that we will not fall to any who choose to oppose us."

 

[rukio 8924]

1 hour ago, Tsuyose said:

“Give me twenty good men and I’ll impregnate the *****.”

His Royal Highness, Antonius of the House of Horen, addressing His Royal Majesty, Aurelius I of the House of Horen, King of the Crown of Renatus-Marna, 10th of The Deep Cold, 1657

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Stricken Athena rubs their chin. "Must be unfortunate, being so infertile as to need twenty men. Poor Renatus, it would seem they're less fertile than my fellow elves." After that they would light a smoke, pull on a glove, and smear some animal **** on the corpses of Renatians, including those on the tree who mysteriously were still alive, despite the corpses hanging and them having been culled like the swine they are in the past.

 

"Wasn't necessary." They'd muse, "But very fitting for the chikr."