Our Cyrillian Bliss

[koanda 620]

 

To the Alliance of Independent States

 

We of Curon stand stalwart with our Imperial sovereign and our Haensetic and Kaedreni brothers. You have come to our gates, captured unarmed folk, maimed and tortured them, and to what end? How can you presume that you are on the side of good when you practice barbarism, murder, and assault on a people whom have done nothing wrong?

 

The late Regent made a grave error. He gave into this fear, and allowed himself, in a moment of weakness, to make a terrible decision that could have meant the death of Curon as a Kingdom, a nation, and a people. This was against the will of his councillors, and as you can all see now, his people.

 

Let this be a lesson to those who wish to sow dissent within our Empire against the leal vassals of Peter III. We shall not falter in the face of this threat. They will drip honeyed words to you as they murder your brothers with their free hand. These pagans have no desire but to damage the Empire for offenses they themselves invented as an excuse to start a deadly war, and to damage the Empire is to damage the unity and strength of all of humanity.

 

Their promises mean nothing. They have no honor. They are doomed to the nether.

 

We, on the other hand, shall enjoy our Cyrillian Bliss, our service in defense of the Empire, and the destruction of your armies.

 

Her Highness, Ester Rose Devereaux, Princess of Curon,

Governess-General of the Kingdom of Curon

[Ajax 335]

Amathion cheers. He can’t wait for some spurs

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Prince Leopold frowns, wondering why Curon doesn’t stand with its Kaedreni brothers also.

[Ixli 1472]

“I guess it’s that time of m-..” he paused in his jest. Silir harrumphed obnoxiously,

 

”Destruction of our armies? We haven’t lost a single battle! Wonderful; regardless, Curon will not be offered mercy when we march upon them after the destruction of their protectors. Oath breakers to the fourth degree have no place in this realm.”

[koanda 620]

8 minutes ago, The King Of The Moon said:

Prince Leopold frowns, wondering why Curon doesn’t stand with its Kaedreni brothers also.

The Princess is sad because her stupid councillors wrote this. She fires half of them. She then issues a last-minute edit.

[Ajax 335]

1 minute ago, Koanda said:

The Princess is sad because her stupid councillors wrote this. She fires half of them. She then issues a last-minute edit.

Amathion wonders which Councillors wrote this.

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

1 minute ago, Koanda said:

The Princess is sad because her stupid councillors wrote this. She fires half of them. She then issues a last-minute edit.

Prince Leopold’s childish wroth is appeased, for now...

[Wulfery 832]

 Traveling on horseback near Curonian lands, Svetovid looked at walls of Avalain far in the distance. In past he saw them as home, where he had brothers and sisters, those who protected him, just as he protected them – but now? Oh. Now it was far worse. 

”I prromised. I did long ago in frront of Pierce, when swearring to serrve him. On Radaghast I sworre. So did my fatherr on Gorund long beforre me. Same prromise.

 Yu werre all my family when I felt lost, and even nie too long ago I stood prroud, trrying to brring back frrom rruin what YU all left therre, to seek glorry in Imperrial walls, not once looking back on yurr rreal home. Being DEAF to ourr calls forr help! I was therre to witness wall crrumble day by day, and see as soul of Curron was burrning out. Not any of yu! None of yu who sit comforrtable with high positions now!”

 With a swift and smooth move he took out his saber from its sheath, pointing curved blade at the gates of Curon, his face expressing both disgust and sadness, as jaw clenched. His fellow warriors and companions watched him in silence as he did so.

 ”I prromised that I will stand against yu if yurr worrd will mean nothing anymorre. That if yu make a choice, give prromises, and can nie hold onto them with honorr and devotion in the end, I will fight with those who arre against yu. And that prromise I uphold. I will cleanse Curon of it’s currse that deprrived it of its honorr my fatherr spoke of when he firrst came therre.

 When time will come, decades frrom now, Curon will rreturrn, cleansed, anew, nie longerr known as disloyal, betrrayerrs, but as prroud bearr amongst all human nations. One yu fearr nie to trrust. One that shines with virrtues above all. Same virrtues that you display in theirr hall, but fearr to enterr it like children affrraid to admit to theirr mistake. But until the day of Curronian ressurrection, worrd given has to be upheld. With firre and sworrd, heads will rroll, grround will be cleansed.”

 Performing a quick mill with his saber, Svetovid would let out a battlecry, looking back at other mounted Radaghastian.

 ”Na konie bratski! Sharrpen yurr saberrs, soon worrld will shake again underr Kosheis Gnew! On battlefield we will see who was rright in the end!”