yopplwasupxxx 5663 Popular Post Share Posted March 25, 2021 THE SPRING CONTINGENCY “Woah now! Hold it steady!” One of the many laborers cried to another. They were busy strapping large, heavy crates, filled with all assortments of ore and wealth, to the back of a burly, large ox. Many of these oxen lined the rocky Sedan Pass. The land had not been this bustling with activity since before construction on Castle Sedan began all those years ago. The old, fat Master of Sedan looked over the preparations going on before him, flanked by his sons Alexander and Peter. The sight saddened him, in truth- though they began rallying forces, nearly half were unable to fight thanks to some obscure, strange force. Although the source of this black magick remained unknown to him, he could not help but suspect that some strange, Imperial trickery was responsible. Such was hard, yes, but issues always arise. To win this war, it would have to be his men who set the rules of engagement, not the Empire. A realignment will be made and justice will be had. The Fat Goat of Sedan gazed to the sky. Justice will be had, but only if they played this intelligently. Passion alone does not win wars. Through persistence, they will overcome these obstacles laid before them. They just need to change the way they play the game. With a flick of his wrist, he motioned to the two beside him to begin. —— The baggage train moved steadily northward, with what was Castle Sedan burning in hellfire behind them. The Goats moved onwards, marching their way towards the northern expanse of Haense. 46 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobBox 3200 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Spoiler Anthony Basrid paused, his gaze moving over his fresh set of armor that he prepared for the next day of battle. "Quite unfortunate that the goats learned to run, I thought their shoes had been made out of brick. I suppose I'll see them on a different battlefield, but on this day - Oren is victorious." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
VonAulus 2076 Share Posted March 25, 2021 The Mayor, the illustrious Alphonse Sylvester Halcourt, also known as A.S.H. would hear the news of the end of the pathetic insurrection. He would ponder what next steps lay for the Empire and the capital, his beloved home of Providence. He would reach for his trusty journal and begin to write. Dear Diary. I am sorry to hear about the end of this affair. It made things a bit more interesting then the daily drone of the City Assembly. It is bittersweet, this victory. I am both glad that I did not have to leave the safety and warmth of the Imperial Capital but also a bit disappointed I did not get to bash these vagabonds skulls in with my Imperial State Army issued mace. The boys would have gotten some education in the art of subjugation in such an encounter with hearding these wayward sheep. I will keep this entry brief due to wanting to fold in the raw emotion of such news. Their defeat was expected but their surrender is quite the surprise. Can you imagine the shame of not even bothering to fight a battle to protect your home? I guess it is no surprise that a Johannian would surrender his home without a fight. Maybe they could not afford to pay the troops due to their inability to pay their taxes. This lines up with historical precedent. Marnans seem to be born without backbone. I assume they will slither away to Haense. Imagine that. Horen's a vassal to Carrions! History seems to be repeating itself over and over. The Sedanite babe seems to have been crushed in its crib. Infanticide. Our Emperor puts Victor in Evictor. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Imperium 3293 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Captain Ruthern watches the flames rise, "They realized they couldn't win this fight." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hemomancy 2833 Share Posted March 25, 2021 The Court Poet of Haense Mirabella Violet begins a new poem. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Da_Emperors 1986 Share Posted March 25, 2021 It was a normal night in the Selm Palace as Sir Ledicort d‘Azor would work into the night. His aid would bring him a report from the Imperial State Army as he saw the contents, he would quickly rise from his seat as he looked out to his window. “Let the scum run with there tail between there legs, they have no courage to even stand in battle for there beliefs.” He chuckled to himself, “Traitors, Scum, and Cowards — can not even fight for what they stood for, which was very little.” 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shmeepicus 3941 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Caspian d'Arkent let out a loud, hearty laugh in the tavern as he took a sip from his Pale Azog Ale. Wiping a tear from his eye, he barely managed to say, "Th-they forfeited over the loss of the B-bishop house. MY OWN DOING! Must've resulted in a coordinated surrender!" He said, bursting out into laughter again. "It's too bad, honestly. I was looking forward to watching the traitors dangle lifelessly from a rope!" 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MayRndz 1128 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Elizabeth de Joannes watched the flames rise and lick at the starlit sky from a distance, a solemn expression written acrossed the young woman's visage, "We shall stand strong together no mater where the endless fight of life may take us." Her head bowed down slightly as she spoke the words aloud. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eddywilson2 2116 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Nikolas would look over the smoke with a sigh. ’’A disappointing ending for a disappointing conflict. Nothing save brother killing brother, and the attempt of having outside forces bring humanity low. One day, I hope they realize their folly. Until then, I will pray.’’ 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sergisala 2775 Share Posted March 25, 2021 The Solicitor-General would laugh as he heard the news "Have they really burnt their own manor? Thank you sedanites for doing us the favor of cleaning up your place before leaving, I guess!" Charles would then shake his head before simply smiling and stating: "These losers are scared of our imperial army and have ran away like the goats they are! Sedan has surrendered! Victory for Oren! God save the Emperor! God save the Empire!" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lickspittle 694 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Caelan Jrent wishes to speak, to make his voice heard, but his words turn into nothingness- void of meaning, void of existing. He marches on, on, on. But to what- for what? 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cobbler 613 Share Posted March 25, 2021 "Why if all they wanted was to go to Haense, all they had to do was ask" Alexander d'Arkent would remark as he saw the smoke rising from his room in Sunholdt 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ARCHITECUS 4788 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Ensign Fitzpeter drunkenly belts to his companions at the bar in Provi, ”They couldn‘t win here, they won‘t win there. The moon‘s in the sky, they‘ll surely die. HAHAHA!“ 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ivoreyy 2179 Share Posted March 25, 2021 "A pitiful show of cowardice. How might they claim a righteous conflict if they will not even defend their own land?" Scoffed the Princess Imperial, stood aside her husband. "God Bless Oren. We stand victorious." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 6993 Share Posted March 25, 2021 Elagabalus Horen de Savin gazes into the pinkish-orange sky, feeling a wind pick up toward the east. "A favorable sign," he declared, a voice like thunder wobbling the sweat-sheened fold of his neck. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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