WHY WE FIGHT

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

 

 

 

8th of Horen’s Calling, 1744

 

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To all Oren,

 

The coalitioners’ delusion of invulnerability has long passed; all that remains with them are hollow victories years gone propping up cope for their ever declining alliance. Once again, the Chief of Norland reduces himself to begging his enemies to let him alone so he may pursue his vision of tyrannical despotism over righteous Orenians. Like the bastard Renatian knights this Norlander relies on to fight his battles, he despises the works and faith of Man. His is the lot who attacks their own vassals, razes their own cities; hates what you are. What is the vision of this coalition Chief Godric has long since lost control of? Nothing but your violent submission under foreign invaders lacking our Orenian blood, faith, and spirit!

 

To the great and faithful Haensetians, he sees subjugation under a battered Ruberni prince unable to fill his hamlet with anything more than starving horses. To the proud and fierce Kaedreni, he sees one-hundred claimants promised the Golden City squabbling with one another. To the righteous and redeemed Curonians, he sees his Suffonian slaves razing Avalain and claiming the Devereuxs’ hard-fought land. To the Orenians, who are all Mankind, he sees division and strife for all time. One-hundred and seventy thousand promises Godric has whispered, each a seduction without a future. A false empire Godric dreams of building, each part of it destined to be without a future.

 

For you, Oren, I have but one promise: one promise shared amongst all Mankind. I promise you a future! A future in which man need not fear man; a future built upon our mutual hardships in the face of invasion, and a future bound by our inseparable bonds in history. This is a future where the subject trusts his liege as a father, and the liege loves his subject as a son. This is a future where our cities grow taller, and our churches grow grander as we grow healthy and jolly with love amongst all Oren. This is a future where our children are not snatched away and slaughtered by those who fear the future. This is the only future for Oren, who is all mankind. It is for this future I promise you my all; it is why I come to your aid or lend you an ear when you request it. For this future I swear to God I will give you my all and more until my dying breath and beyond. I love you, Oren, for Oren is all man.

 

Let me assure you, Oren, that this is not a dream in vain. The pagan chiefs and treacherous lords aligned against us grow desperate, perhaps only half-consciously perceiving their own grave weakness. Understand, Oren, as they may one day, that they fight for no future beyond the dark whims of the Chief of Norland. Do not be deceived by their loud declarations of victory, for these are the exclamations of those terrified of their future. The Haenser warriors defend New Reza with astounding vigour. The Kaedreni troopers make handy work of the Suffonian slaves and their Norlandic masters. The Curonian soldiers stand firm against every vile encroachment. The Crownland troopers outsmart Ruberni raiders at every turn, even going to such heroics as to break our imprisoned Empress from their terrible fortress. Oren is not defeated, and never shall it be so long as you never give up on our future. This is why we fight.

 

Partially inspired by the captured Doctor Daniel, seen here sobbing in the corner of his Helena cell.

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Peter III Anthony, Holy Orenian Emperor, King of Renatus, Salvus, Seventis, and Curon, Duke of Lorraine and Roden, Baron of Sedan, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera.

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[frill 2277]

Veikko H takes a few moments respite to begin to ink a letter to the emperor, thanking him for putting the names of different nations in different colours. The lingering cold causes him to run his inkwell over a candle for a few slow moments before he seals the letter with a wax seal.

[Harri 4815]

Daniel’s eye was just watering, he was not crying. It was just the pocketful of onions he happened to have on him that day! He does appreciate the drawing of him, though, studying it with a smile.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

“Ave Imperium! Ave Haense! For we shall be victorious!.”

[Sarven 2619]

Ave Haense! Ave Imperium! We Shall defend our Hearth and Home to the last! *Marcus would cheer and raise his zweihander*

[Esterlen 4499]

“We are one empire, one country,” offers the Premier of Kaedrin to his honorable friends Colonel de Langford and the Count de Reden, while a chambermaid re-powders their wigs with a wooden hand-bellows, “These pagan and nonhuman marauders who seek to destroy humanity have tried hundreds of times before in history. Never have they succeeded. The gypsy always comes off short in the end – that is why he is the gypsy.” 

 

@Zhulik @Trenchist

[chaotikal 2392]

To the west of the world, some men and women begin to dig the foundations of a castle, speaking a strange language. 

[ApplePieKathy 561]

Senator Vivaca Rutledge nods, “Ave Oren!” 

[Imperium 3495]

He has my vote

[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

“Who would have thought the King of Helana continues further into his sickness. Godric’s boot must have really changed his mental state from foolish to schizophrenic.” Qaz thinks to himself as he takes a break from building his new Keep, ”They can’t leave their cities without being captured and killed, what makes them think sending a bird with non-sense on it would be effective.”