seannie 7443 Share Posted February 7, 2020 The Lady of Haense, Spirit Incarnate of all Highlanders. “Ea byk zwem zanyotsk ter ea byk denpetravesk.” “I would have Perished had I not Persisted.” The First Address of His Majesty, the King of Haense, Otto Sigismund Barbanov, 6th Godfrey’s Triumph, 1754 | 6th of Vyzmey and Hyff, 307 With the passing of a new solstice, we see the rise of tensions once more. As the land returns to its peaceful origins, its inhabitants seek to spill more of each other’s blood. We find ourselves upon the precipice of this war, watching from our walls as an army looms over our lands like wolves stumbling upon a pen of sheep. The Boy-King of Haense and his entourage upon the newly constructed ‘Geltenkaros’, ready for the Expedition to Athera. But we Haeseni are guardians, shepherds of the masses against unholy forces of evil. Since forevermore, we have guarded the realms of men from the unnatural, and most of the time, from itself. It is due to this inherent nature that we have bound ourselves to the Holy Orenian Empire, pledging our eternal loyalty to the Apex of Humanity, the Emperor Peter. With our forces combined, we are capable of achieving feats beyond the norm - an illustrious Empire that stretches from shining sea to shining sea, where both the land and its people are at peace with one another. A land where the law is paramount, a land with defined hierarchy, a land where gentlemanly conduct is expected. However, as aforementioned, nefarious foes would attempt to see our dreams undone; brigands of Lorraine, Orcish crazed Vikingr of Morsgrad, and Ruberni cossack traitors, each and every one of them agents of chaos. They do not adhere to law and order like our fair people - instead, they rut in the mud like pigs and cattle, opting out to slay each other by the sword rather than abide to the laws of civilization. Their tendrils spreading far and wide, greedily sinking their claws into whatever they can, oblivious to the repercussions of their actions. These people wish to destroy our way of life, returning us back to a dark age of regression akin to that of the Courlandic Empire. The Trial of the Century. Crown v Carrington. And though our numbers are raw and in some cases, inexperienced (an indication of our unparalleled growth), and while we do suffer setbacks on the warfront, there is one thing our enemies have no hold over us; our indomitable will. There have been many instances in history where we, the Haeseni, should have been destroyed entirely, our people scattered to the wind - but Godan Above has instilled within us a spirit so unbreakable that we persist. In this, we have bestowed our attitude to our compatriots throughout the Empire, fighting side by side in our own band of brothers and sisters, in valiant defense of our integrity. To the very end, we persist, like an enraged Ursus Polaris protecting her cubs, taking blows to the chin, we spit in the face of our enemies, and continue the fight, our heads still held high. However, in this state of mind, we must resolve ourselves to not become like our enemies. We must meet them with clarity and acceptance. There have been too many times where I must count out the passing of the innocence, in the occasions that our people do harm to those who cannot return it. I do officially reprimand such actions, labeling such acts as barbaric, and will seek to prosecute those who would continue such activities. Our qualms are with the governing bodies of these hostile nations - the head of the snake, not the poor and destitute. Soldiers of the Imperial State Army in attendance for a lesson regarding the importance of canine training. I call upon all sane and like minded people - do your part, continue the fight against evil. In this war, we must triumph, we must ensure the survival of our ways, so our children may experience life in a land untouched by heinous conflicts. I shall part ways with this final conclusion, One God, One Emperor, One Country. “To each freeman is his own life, to take it is to be a thief, To each freeman his own time, to take it is to be a slaver, To each freeman his own sword, to take it is to blind him, To each freeman his own wife, to take it is to injure him, And to each freeman his own farm, to take is to make him no man.” The Baptism of Armsman Robin Kartyr, officiated by Father Harald and witnessed by the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. Written on behalf of, Otto Sigismund Barbanov, Ekaterinburg Palace, Royal Capital of Haense, Reza, Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, Holy Orenian Empire, By Georg Lothar Alimar, Ekaterinburg Palace, Royal Capital of Haense, Reza, Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, Holy Orenian Empire. References: Napier, C. (1747) The Ursus Polaris, Page 6(2), from the Everardine College Academic Press. Walker, J. (1752) Haense: The Frontier State, Page 2(4), from the Royal College of Saint Charles. …and much more. FINISH THE FIGHT Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eddywilson2 2117 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Tiberius reads over the address with a smile. “I hope he will make a great king one day.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
winterblood 11181 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Alexandria Karina Barbanov smiles with her pride for her older brother, before continuing on with her busy schedule – which involved serving imaginary tea to her stuffed crow toy and pet frogs. She’s only five, what more could she do?! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zaerie 3747 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Analiesa Reza Barbanov has someone read the missive to her- or moreso explain it. She would smile in pride of her older brother, clapping happily before going to return to her classes, drawing, and frog-finding. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
nee_nah 2 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Jaco Mani claps Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aidoro 464 Share Posted February 7, 2020 "Yay" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eryane 3698 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Having read over the missive before its public release, Maya Valeriya’s smile only grew as she saw the missive again. She was overwhelmed with pride of her son’s accomplishment despite his young age – with the help of her cousin, Georg Alimar. “Only six and he’s making such strides. I can only imagine what all he will achieve as he grows older.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AndrewTech 3331 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Sir Konrad Stafyr KM looks up from a copy of the proclamation. Grinning, the elderly knight says to a pair of nearby Hussars, “Time to finish up this fight, lads.” Shortly thereafter, he saddles up his horse to prepare for the battles that are yet to come. King Andrik IV of Haense can’t help but to sniffle, wiping away a tear as he catches wind of the Palatine’s statement on behalf of his son from the Seven Skies.”You’ll do well, Otto Sigismund, for history will remember that our side of this war was the side of that which is right. The men of the North shall yet prevail!” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Ivory 4546 Share Posted February 7, 2020 The Duke Helena reads of the address, reflecting on it within his office. “A prolific piece of writing. Enough of these sentiments and the Troubles shall be put to an end by tomorrow’s morn.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikoMonster 1396 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Amelya Valeriya listens to her brother’s sentiment alongside her triplet sisters. ”Woah, when did Otto get so smart!” She giggles, hauling over a pot housing two bullfrogs and handing the pot off to a maid for them to be fed. ”Ooottooo!!” The small child sings, leaning over the banister to call down the stairs. ”Fancy letter!” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fwied 301 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Ser Lukas Vyronov nods as he reads “Should I die during this fight with these Heathens, I do hope that I die with no regrets and no what ifs” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheNunnery 1853 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Addam Hill would take a look upon the statement with his normal expressionless face, as then it would turn into a grin as he sat on one of the tavern tables, saying in a soft joyful mumble. “Glory To Haense.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Piov 2643 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Georg stamps the missive in the name of the young king, confident he shall carry moral courage and patriotism for prosperity. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Share Posted February 7, 2020 3 hours ago, seannie said: One God, One Emperor, One Country. A Rexist in the Stargush cringes at the appropriation of his great nation’s slogan... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elite Snipes 3563 Share Posted February 7, 2020 Wargoth and Targoth Korgahk’Gorkil would simply spit on the ground and burn the letter, throwing it into the fire that blazed under the Brazen Boar, which claimed many lives of Oren soldiers and Suticans alike. “Deze pinkies gruk day ahm zo Hosh, agh high agh blah abouht ah Bear protektin her cubs, Buht yet dey cannub win azh Klomp, agh hab nub dared tu crozz paths wif Krugmar. Allow deze azhes to blah lies into deir cubs, Maytes agh peepul, Buht dey shall zuun Bring Glory agh Honor to Ehnrok agh Krug. WAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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