The Leuven Doctrine

[Guest]

Avas laments the many children slain in the war to retake the Ruber.  

 

”These men and women truly believe that in the first Coalition War the soldiers targeted children and not subjects of the Mad Emperor who blew up Johannesburg. And now under quite possibly one of the best Emperors we have had since the days of old, they attack our nation under false pretenses. I wonder...” 

 

The elf lit his cigar and took a long heavy drag from it, peering over to his friend Ser Armas ( @Esterlen ). 

 

”What would you make of this circumstance, llir? You are a far more apt Orenian historian than I.”

[sergisala 3451]

“Hurrah! God save the Emperor! Let’s show them the consequences of rebelling against the Imperial State! DEATH TO RUBERN!” Edward Galbraith would state, wishing to burn that province-in-rebellion to the grounds

[frill 2277]

18 minutes ago, ARCHITECUS said:

• The abduction of many more young children.
• The murder, attempted or otherwise, of many more young children.
• The ransom of many more young children.

 

The ever-illiterate and halfstrung guttersnipe and ragamuffin known by himself as Fyrrathúl aep Nowhere exclaims “Wow!” and screws his face into a frown when he sees just how many young children that is, the mali’ker-of-fortune’s widened greyed eyes aged far below their years remained keen and nimble enough to recognise some words despite his inability to read.

[Malaise 1570]

The Warden of The Pale of Aldemar read HIM’s doctrine with a rising grin. Leuven would eventually be liberated of its infestation, and in so doing he would be liberated of his boredom.

 

“The Ruberni bandit is a dog without a leash. It is time we strung them up by one.”

[calculusdesola 1658]

A taciturn Lieutenant Battista encounters a newly-pinned flier, showcasing all the history of Rubern’s atrocities.

“Then, destroy these mad brutes!” he scowled and declared, cracking his knuckles and wringing his hands.  Rubern had made itself known.

[wyvernbro 77]

Stafford reads over the missive once again and nods. “God save the Emperor. Damn these rebels and any foreign fool who dares support them.” With that he goes back to polishing shields in the Bastille and preparing for battle.

[Paulobig 133]

Ensign Alaric DeNurem read the missive, stating in Old Marian “Beliae Doe Emperor!” 

[cruzazul 2815]

2 hours ago, seannie said:

Sigismund has this insatiable desire to burn Rubern to the very earth itself, and then coat the ruins of it in a copious amount of salt.

Armande would remind the King of the bountiful soil that lay asunder the red city and that salting fair Leuven green would be a most heinous act.

[Epistile 856]

“Truly marvelous document about Leuven, undead cousin Pete.” A man says as he held the paper in hand

[Chase 3793]

"Well this seems familiar." Comments an aged Renatian knight. 

 

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Hannibal Pertinax smiles the sun’s smile, light glistening from his teeth as he looked off into the sunset after reading the missive. “No more hiding, boys,” he spoke to the rest of the Nottinglads, “It looks like they caught onto us. To the Empire’s fall!” He cheered, drinking to Rubern’s good fortune and the Empire’s bad fortune.

[Pancakehz 2279]

“Do it, no balls” says Vydrek Volaren

[Silverstatik 218]

“Dead men and old wars never seem to wish to rest, leaving the rest to suffer for what they don’t even understand the cause of.” would remark Davius as he prepared the wagon for the next leg of his trip away from the clouds of ever brewing conflict

[Enlightenment 2295]

John the Roach simply rolled his eyes

[Esterlen 4499]

11 hours ago, ExcitedEXE said:

Avas laments the many children slain in the war to retake the Ruber.  

 

”These men and women truly believe that in the first Coalition War the soldiers targeted children and not subjects of the Mad Emperor who blew up Johannesburg. And now under quite possibly one of the best Emperors we have had since the days of old, they attack our nation under false pretenses. I wonder...” 

 

The elf lit his cigar and took a long heavy drag from it, peering over to his friend Ser Armas ( @Esterlen ). 

 

”What would you make of this circumstance, llir? You are a far more apt Orenian historian than I.”

 

 

Frederick Armas, by now in his eighty-third year, leers forward to his elvish comrade, the shepherd Avas, his pipe betwixt his withered lips. 

 

“Well, that’s quite the tricky question,” he says, liver-spotted hand tapping some tobacco into the whale-bone pipe, “I should think the land is cursed, as is any contention that its occupation is suddenly peaceful and loving-to-all. You are perhaps older than me – nay, indeed, you are older than me – so you surely you have not forgotten the death camps that were cultivated on the late Count of Leuven’s former land following his removal by the terrorist Rubernois. ‘We are but a peaceful sovereign, who seeks only good government,’ cries the crone Helen Stiborovich, who own father bequeathed her maidenhead to a war-band of rapacious Nordlings so they would aid him after he betrayed our good emperor. But this is but a fantasy. Forgiveness, as it were, can only really go so far. May then every government who invades our country simply abdicate itself and then be devoid of all responsibility? No. That did not work with Marius the Second in that terrible war of my youth, and so it shall not work here.”