The First Alliance Address

[Narthok 10416]

 

The First Alliance Address

Issued Winter 1747

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Sons and Daughters of the Alliance. It is by your blood and sweat that our glorious realms remain free and independent. Devoid of the imperial tyranny the Helenans and their dogs so desperately hope to impose upon the world. Were they not but restrained by our noble warriors no doubt many of our precious citizens would suffer under their ever numerous but incalculably inept heel. 

 

It has been a lengthy war, the scythes of the Alliance felling an endless number of bumbling Imperial wheat. But I cannot by any stretch of the imagination lie to you and say it has been a particularly difficult war. The labours of the Ruberni, the Vilacs and the Lothragnian Cavalry having succeeded in utterly choking the Orenian roads, depriving them of travel and exchange. For many years now they have been confined to their pathetic warrens of stone and filth, as they beg again and again ‘Peace Godric?’ They query, their daggers of poisoned grasped firmly behind backs veiled with empty smiles. 

 

But we shall have no peace. Peace was offered to them before, as I stood afore the walls of New Reza. To those cowering their, and their toothless master in Helena it was made clear. Now and only now. No quarter shall be given, no terms shall be taken. Daily upon the courier boards of the wide realms we see fervent nay, frothing essays of these pathetic imperialists. The legacy of their successive ‘orenian’ Empires a legacy of megalomania and genocide. Yet still they cry of our barbarism, our savagery, our cruelty. Each mewling letter I receive from these venomous scholars brings a smile to my face. “We are losing” each letter says, each in more desperate frothed tones. 

 

The Queen of Curon was executed because Curon is a weak Kingdom full of weak men. Thus my men were able to waltz into the heart of that husk of a city and seize their Queen from their midst. The King of Helena was publically taught humility, I having personally removed the teeth from his skull via brief acquaintance with the stones stairs of Rubern. Then allowing him to crawl home. My revulsion for his pathetic mewling overtaking me. The wig wearing simps of the Heartlands have no place to criticize me for barbarism or cruelty. The legacy of their history stands as a testament to their crimes. The only difference now is that these pitiful penwielders no longer have better men to do the fighting and dying for them. 

 

 The Heartlanders live in constant fear of their master’s wrath. The mysterious DWPH, the great deceiver will be immensely displeased if their endless bloodletting is brought to an end. Were these aspiring tyrants not firmly restrained by our collective strength of arms, by the threat of our steel then each of us would be overwhelmed in turn. It is through our unity we have succeeded in devastating this diseased beast. Through our unity we have bound shut its land-hungered imperialist jaws. Severed its legs. All that remains is the final decisive blow.

 

Each of us remembers the lies, trickery, the guile of the Imperial. Empty smiles and poisoned knives. Their conduct against their allies in the Western Alliance a clear indication of the future. Each and every one of them a spiritual sodomite, hiding behind anonymous pseudonyms for fear of my retribution. Let us get on with the business of ending this. 

 

Signatories of the AIS and Major Allies of Morsgrad are Summoned to the AIS Headquarters at the Haelun’or Luxury Ski Lodge over the following days as to discuss the final stages of our victory.

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Writ en Namen de

Godric,

 

[Cracker 4570]

Simon Basrid shook his head at sight of the pamphlet and unleashed a torrent of fury in the court of Helena.

 

“How many times can one write the same letter – the same notes for eleven years. Mewling bureaucrats, humbled emperor...imperialism. Yet the Chief himself hides in his damp study, alone, scrawling out more of worthless kindling, as he wrestles some ill-made chimera of a realm into existence without tradition, mandate, or anything beyond a host of scavengers. Any invasion built on the back of elven and piast swords is worth no more than the branches and mud they build their homes with.

 

The moment that Godric took the late princess’ head as a plaything and his Lotharingian knights butchered children like cattle in so-called Morsgradi Trial should have long forfeited any mandate of righteousness. And this all over some Piastdom of Auvergne that his own allies sent to the grave. What tripe. I pray he chokes on his lies and we can all be done with this wretched affair.”

[ApplePieKathy 561]

8 hours ago, Narthok said:

The Queen of Curon was executed because Curon is a weak Kingdom full of weak men. Thus my men were able to waltz into the heart of that husk of a city and seize their Queen from their midst.

Vivaca Rutledge spits out her tea!

”Aww, sh**! My tea is f****** everywhere! Now I hate these heathens even more!”