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THE DEATH OF THE EMPEROR

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Scribed upon the 13th of King John’s Welcome 1707

 


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A realistic depiction of the “Clown” Emperor Antonius II Horen “The Inbred"

NO GODS, NO KINGS, NO BORDERS

 


 

By the actions of Reivers & Co, the “Clown” Emperor Antonius Horen “The Inbred”  has been put to death within the confines of the Adrian court. This interesting development occurred as the Reiver company was enjoying the fruitful company of their many women and jesters along the roadside after a fortuitous venture of banditry or mere minging. During this time of laughter and celebration, the unsightly Emperor sallied forth, approaching the Reivers & Co with a band of lame members, unfit for me a noble scribe to record as soldiers. The powerful bandit group did not give the Imperials any mind, continuing to enjoy their food as well as women until the very moment the rally assaulted the Reiver company. The Emperor charged in after cowering behind his troops for a time and was defeated easily by Lonan Daemyr the Black. Antonius’ cowardly show of insufficient martial prowess demoralized his company and they were slaughtered by the blade, or through a mere stroke of luck ran wounded and with a fearful look in their eyes. After the encounter, the victorious Reivers were suddenly rushed by an army many times larger than their own, but with valiant blades and strong wills they hacked through the masses and emerged victorious with little fatalities. After coming from the battled unscathed, Groka grabbed the sobbing Emperor by the wet of his ears and dragged him all the way to Adria. Upon the high throne of the Coward Duke Paul, the Emperor’s neck was slit and he bled his diseased blood across the carpets. With fear in his eyes (which have a long and unsightly distance between them) and beads of sweat forming upon his prematurely receding hairline, the Duke, Martin,  cried and ran from the room on his hands and knees. Suddenly the room burst aflame and the victorious Reiver band & co scaled down the wall side guided by the powerful Officer Grudgebeard. Upon their landing, the many women of Adria, both married and unmarried, threw cheers of joy and swooned upon the walls as their hearts felt a tug of admiration directed towards the powerful Reiver forces. Seeing this all men within the confines of the Adrian citadel fell to their knees and wept bitterly, for the uprisal of all days had been done. And so was written a tale of legend known to all millennia born upon this day. The brave Reiver Band has found their mark upon history for all ages to come.

 

 


[!] Marked upon the bottom of the notice is a fingerprint of the “Clown” Emperor in his sacrigilgeous blood,a mark of vericfation of the events claimed to have occured today.

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Edited by Flamelynx

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Demetrio frowns at this, sad to see his divine majesty leave this realm in such a brutal way.

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Teldryn would begin to chant with his comrades “NO GODS, NO KINGS, NO BORDERS.”

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Lady Lithren frowns at this, suspecting this baseless propaganda will probably drive a further wedge between her two biggest customers: Adrian citizens and imperial legionnares on leave. She stocks up on hard liquor.

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Mystery Uialben, despite happy at the death of the Emperor who condones a religion of hypocrisy.. knows that the reivers are soon to get so fucked.

 

Thain Rollo Applefoot thinks the same thing as he eats popcorn, ready to watch the carnage.

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William Mays begins chanting as he thought about the slaughter on the roads “No Gods, No Kings, No Borders”

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The sound of steel sliding is heard in Utaria Helenson-Anarion’s office followed by a loud KASHUNK. She had stabbed her sword through her desk, pinning a letter which she had only moments before being happily writing to congratulate the new Emperor. For the next couple of days she would be silent, always looking over her shoulder, not quite there.

Edited by Skyrunner

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Daisy Applefoot chuckles “Nay Gods! Nay Kings! Nay Borders! Sure be ah good ca’chphrase!”

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”Perhaps he wasn’t the right one. I should visit the good Amelia. She shall know.” commented a raevir

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Vydrek Volaren receives a bird while on his tropical vacation island. He nods approvingly excited to join his brothers after his peaceful vacation.

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Thorvn shrugged his shoulders in non amused fashion, going back to casually make more ice-kiss to drive the non existent price further into the ground.

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Hannibal sharpened his sword, glancing at his cast-iron helmet. He raised it to the sun, gleaming. “Reivers... Their blood will stain their blade.”

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