The Murder of Mars

[libertyybelle 6187]

“I cannot believe they shed the blood of an innocent man...” Alaina said shaking her head in dismay.

[Skyrunner 257]

Owyn Adrian Talraen de Rennes commented with wide eyes, clutching his chest “I wanted to join the ministry. Hopefully, Oren shall secure victory in this coming war. GOD save Oren.”

 

A Famed Former Sutican Diplomat eyes lit up with fire as she read the missive, gritting her teeth as she spoke through her teeth. “No, doubt t’ese elves will contort t’e events so t’at Oren is attacking t’eir poor defenseless kingdom.”

[ZythusRequiem 122]

“Turn your swords to Irrinor, my good friends,” the ‘aheral diplomat stated. “For I am one for diplomacy and peace until tyranny is apparent, and the sexually deranged Irrinorians are just that; violent, warmongering tyrants.”

 

Lydor seemed deeply angered, and saddened, “I was given the fortune to have guided Marcus Rubrum on a tour of the Silver State, and he was of the most exalted politeness and hospitality towards us; and yet the fools of Irrinor have committed a heinous indecency. It is about time they pay for their way of life, their hatred of decency and their violence.”

 

Lydor scoffered, “The mali’ata of Irrinor aren’t as advertised, they hate life and will end even the most peaceful of life as was the legacy of Marcus, may be rest in peace.”

[Ryanark 2738]

Mithvul shakes his head in dismay, taking off his helmet. ”No one but a coward kills a diplomat and a messenger. There will be justice brought forth!”

[helldiving 5793]

A man sits on a sky-cell while he mourns the fallen... “Mars...” he’d say before turning to face the thick walls that kept him.

[Vermy 1484]

Sulraell rubbed his pale skinny hands together as a smile arose on his face ”F-finally t-time for w-war...”

[ElevenJellyBeans 100]

Matia De Rubrum mourns the loss of her twin brother as she sits by the fire. Half of her heart torn out by Elven scum. “They.. will all burn in that Forrest of theirs....” States the red-headed girl as she sobs. 

[Nyuriz 105]

Saerus Gladridge would lay hold to a pair of serrated, whetted and burnished scissors with a ligneous handle bedecked with multitudinous tantalising ornaments. He gazes it with a profound preoccupation; brandishing the scissors in front of a stained mirror. “They have transgressed against the innocent men of Oren. Such heinous crime will be met with a vigorous and indomitable force compelled by their own vacancies and unjustified deeds. It is time to shear off their elven ears and give them an ignominious defeat. Neca ne neceris”

[frill 2277]

Haraccus makes a small vigil for the man who had witnessed his oaths but months prior. He flicks through his book of Canon prayer, old thumbs turning pages with some haste before settling on the repose for the dead.

 

Do Thou, O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee. For Thy mercy can turn bittering weeping to joyous fanfare, for Thou alone judgeth the living and the dead.

[Conqueror 424]

Bruh