Will You Wait to Die?

[grnappa 1230]

Lieutenant Erik Othaman of the Second Brigade steps out from the Bastille, adjusting his Commissar cap as he addresses his squad.
”There two things more dangerous than an angry Daemon. The main one is a lazy response to the threat. It is vy duty to ensure that those things turn right back around and go crying to whatever lord they serve. Preferably, yam would like it if they ran back with fewer Daemons than they started with. Yam trust that vy take to vy duties with diligence. If vy slack off, there is one more thing worse than an angry Daemon. An angry Commissar.”

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

“For humanity and for the pride and will of Oren!” Screamed Louise de Moutiers while drinking her tea in a hotel room which is located inside of the Imperial Capital, Helena.

 

[Nectorist 12869]

“This ad attacks a historically marginalized race through portraying them via caricatures, a practice that violates both their humanity as free and sovereign beings as well as justifies the racist and imperialist sentiments harbored by the Orenian Empire for generations,” Galar screeches to the denizens of Helena in the streets; however, as he continued screaming due to the utter lack of any sort of response from the annoyed crowd, the elf eventually fainted to due a lack of oxygen. 

[Taketheshot 3834]

Sir Henry continues his due diligence as he reads the missive from a continent away.

“A fine piece indeed, we always need more men!”

[𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740]

Sergeant Willem Galbraith would blow a large puff of smoke into the air as he strode over to the poster on the nearby fencepost “God help us all” He said frowning as he would gesture for the last pile of bricks to be loaded onto his wagon “ONWARDS TO THE CAPITAL” He shouted as he grasped the reigns of his Imperial thoroughbred starting into a gallop  , swiftly moving along the northern country-side.

[wyvernbro 77]

On the second floor of the Peter Chivay barracks in Owynsburg, Lieutenant Stafford looks over a copy of the mural on his desk. He leans forward, pouring himself another cup of tea, and nods appreciatively. “For the Empire, and all those we have lost.” He bows his head for a moment, before turning to look out the window toward the south, where far away the daemonic hordes are waiting…