Imperial Cowards

[senor_tortuga 692]

Drafted upon the 6th of The Sun’s Smile, 1764

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[!] A rendition of the Empire’s crest to reflect their sorry and clown-like performance.                              

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After the embarrassing performance exhibited by the empire over the course of the last few skirmishes, the legions of Nottingham and the Brawm had gained full control of the roads. For days they murdered and robbed countless along the roads of the empire, leaving them bloodstained and barren. Yet no army came to meet them. They had become the true kings of this empire, controlling the very lifeline of the cities and disgracing the guards within them. Unable to bear anymore of this humiliation the legions of the empire set out to put a stop to the terrorists with forces far greater than they have amassed before. As the two sides met upon the battlefield, one a craven group of malnourished and small imperials and the other a band of the most powerful warriors in the realm, the imperials turncoated and ran. They ran and cried screams of fear and anguish all the way back to their cities leaving the roads in control of Nottingham and the Brawm, egging on the robbery and slaughter of their own people.

 

(OOC: check out minionman’s final episode of the elven genocide- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piFyv6G3t_0 )

[Zhikarta 4064]

52 minutes ago, Netitymd said:

“Awe using the Empire of Men sigil not the Oren one, such a boomer.” A Girl said.

”That’s the Johannian Crest, not the Pertinaxi one used by the Empire of Man.” Said a former Officer and Knight of the Empire of Man.

[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

The King of Norland laughs at the news, ”What’s wrong Cousin Peter, can’t secure your own damn roads and protect your own people?!” He’d turn to his Chamberlain, the Honorable Mister Muffins, “Who’re these Nottingham men? Ruswick’s spiritual successors?”

[Zombiefide 124]

“Orenian’s out t’ere makin’ t’reats towards Norland. T’ey cannae even guard t’eir rodes against bandits. HA! Pathetic. May t’e All Father guide t’ese Nottingham folk towards Victory.” The Ashbringer of Norland begets a chuckle, before taking a mighty gulp of Ashwood spirits.