Imperial Response to the Tenth Nordling War

[Ivoreyy 2303]

Just now, ncarr said:

"Might I speak with you a moment?" asks Mary, arching a brow as her gaze fixates upon Elizabeth- soon thereafter standing, ironing off her skirt as she offering a faint smile to the Princess Imperial.

 

@Ivoreyy

 

"Of course we may" She lifted the Jackalope into her arms, moving to stand up "In my quarters, perhaps?"

[ncarr 2806]

Just now, Ivoreyy said:

"Of course we may" She lifted the Jackalope into her arms, moving to stand up "In my quarters, perhaps?"

 

"Ai" responds Mary in short, dipping her head to the woman as she moves to follow the woman out of the room. The duo leaving shortly after that!

[libertyybelle 6187]

Just now, ncarr said:

 

"Ai" responds Mary in short, dipping her head to the woman as she moves to follow the woman out of the room. The duo leaving shortly after that!

"Good work!" she'd say lifting herself to leave. "We will work more in a few days!" With that the Governess placed a swift kiss on Charlotte's temple before leaving.

[aldskar 842]

Just now, libbybelle said:

"Good work!" she'd say lifting herself to leave. "We will work more in a few days!" With that the Governess placed a swift kiss on Charlotte's temple before leaving.

 

At the notion of the Governess' exit, Juliya hopped up from her seat - kitten in arms - and wandered off further into the palace. "Adio, then!" She chimed to the remaining few.

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

1 minute ago, gohliad said:

 

At the notion of the Governess' exit, Juliya hopped up from her seat - kitten in arms - and wandered off further into the palace. "Adio, then!" She chimed to the remaining few.

 

Natalya vas Ruthern would smile as she simply sat upon the soft seat with many of the ladies enjoying their time- but then, Mary and Elizabeth left. Then Anna and Juliya left, she followed along, walking and keeping up an elegant pose with a slight haste. The little Ruthern child still keeping up a smile while leaving.

 

[Mannyy 982]

3 minutes ago, Orlesian said:

 

 

Natalya vas Ruthern would smile as she simply sat upon the soft seat with many of the ladies enjoying their time- but then, Mary and Elizabeth left. Then Anna and Juliya left, she followed along, walking and keeping up an elegant pose with a slight haste. The little Ruthern child still keeping up a smile while leaving.

 

 

4 minutes ago, gohliad said:

 

At the notion of the Governess' exit, Juliya hopped up from her seat - kitten in arms - and wandered off further into the palace. "Adio, then!" She chimed to the remaining few.

"I have to go prepare my pencils, I've an article to write tomorrow on the closing soiree!" At that, Wilhelm stood, marching off to Carrington!

[Autty 165]

7 minutes ago, Orlesian said:

 

 

Natalya vas Ruthern would smile as she simply sat upon the soft seat with many of the ladies enjoying their time- but then, Mary and Elizabeth left. Then Anna and Juliya left, she followed along, walking and keeping up an elegant pose with a slight haste. The little Ruthern child still keeping up a smile while leaving.

 

Charlotte Amadea continued to sit there shortly after watching everyone else exit the room, she'd heave a sigh before ultimately deciding to take her leave as well.

[kuerbis 3802]

@grnappaThe aging court mage Zita perked up upon hearing Erik reading the missive. Every now and then, an amused huff escaped her as she heard the Emperor's glorious roasts. Finally, she spoke; "But you must not be reckless, you must be careful. Nordlings are umpredictable after all..."

 

In the meantime, Anne Caroline was seen practising her kicks and jabs on a punching bag that was painted in a childish manner to appear like a certain pirate. @6xdestroyerShe perked up as her favourite child @capiital waved the missive about. Anne wiped some sweat from her forehead, a heavy breath releasing itself from within her chest. "Good lord," spoke the spiteful princess under her breath, "the Nordlings seemingly only exist to taunt our people and to be a terrible pain in our arse." she let out an annoyed sigh. "War it is - we shall defeat them once more."

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

Utayr Bin Amr some how gets the paper and reads it. "Is it just me.. or every erm, non farfolk...speak words to large that have a meaning with a few simple words.. eh, wish em luck for all sides..though..my head hurts from trying to understand these people now adays.."

[valecu 2128]

Valent eyes would go through the imperial missive and with smile, he'd exclaim. "OREN AUT MORTEM" he'd pause and with slightly lower tone. "The fire believers shall perish!"

[Songwitch 1836]

To one of Valent's sides, Hera remained upon the orenian soil of her beloved city as her body slightly leaned back and forth in a childish manner. "What is a fire believer, uncle?" Said the seemingly confused child as her head rose towards Valent's own, dead-glaring into his eyes as if she were contemplating them.

[Harald 2875]

As Johan would read over the Imperial missive he’d give a slight dip of his head before placing it down at his desk, the aging Priest and former Knight-Regent of the Canonist Church would look towards his armor resting in the corner of his office. “For too long have these heathens made treats against our Holy Empire and the Holy Mother Church.. no more.. I swear it on my fathers name of Saint Harald. I’ll fight until my last breath to protect our noble canonist flock, thus is my duty and path..”  the towering man would stand up from his desk finding his old Holy Knight armor carrying the colors of house Vuiller, with it his cloak from the Rangers of Eastwood. The man grabbing a hold of his fathers blessed Trident placing it on his back as well as his aurum and slayersteel blades and axes. “They pray upon a burning tree and call the name of their All Father.. may they soon understand that these heathen fantasy’s are simply a fabric of imagination based upon our up most Holy GODAN. The One True Creator.”  he’d slowly start making his way towards the Imperial Palace where he’d ready himself to aid the Emperor if he’d be of need and assistance. 

As he’d enter the palace he’d make his way towards the chambers of the Imperial Emperor. The man stating to him as he’d entered “Your Imperial Majesty, if there is in anyway I can aid vy other then blade do simply send a word for me. I shall aid in each and every way I can. And if any canonist raise their blade against our Holy Empire they not only raise their blade against our people but against the Empire of the exalted themself. A canonist who would do such a sin against against Godan’s prophets and people would burn in the pits of the void and never see the seven skies..” @KosherZombie

[Hephaestus 1327]

8 hours ago, edelos said:

(Pretty) Princess Helen Antonia agrees with the response, ensuring her best friend Anna sees and sends it forward. At teatime, she talks about it to everyone - her husband, her other friends, his friends - regardless of how much she actually loves such announcements.

 

"We shall soon give them real casus bellis!" she'd comment to them!

 

In fact, her fat courier Tobias is even sent to send it outwards more!

 

@libbybelle @shay @zuziee @Kujo @Hephaestus

 

FORSOOTH, in aught the matters of a cordial response, the lord in question –– Vladislav of Roussard, had abstained hereby. Rather, he mulled long and intrinsic on so matters; and, what moribund vestiges of a pride – pious, zealous pride, became desiccated of the guise beckoned be managed at his wield and contempt.

 

HEARTY, the prospect of wartime curdled in his mind, as ever the thane dwelled upon it: 'till it were that, threescore a dimples yearned be embed unto his lineaments –– begetting the iniquitous, sinister swathe of a smirk along the prudent taut of his countenance; the expression having woven itself thoroughly at his visage. And, then – he'd forgone the veil of silence drawn unto him:

 

"Come what come may –– he will emerge, triumphant, whose arsenal is animated by the same, visceral spirit of warfare all throughout its ranks. Let us hope, the Empire churns that very spirit." WERE it the poignant thought he professed.

 

There was fleeting hope.

[Franczhiz 4438]

"May GOD bless the ones who rise up for the protection and preservation of their faith, for they are God his sword and arms on this World." Father Ivarus would preach, sigining the Hussariyan cross over himself as he would continue to walk whilst reading the Imperial Response.

[Tulan 443]

"Shouldn't the Empire lead by example and look inwards aswell? Would be a good first step, before pretending to be any better in this sad tale. It's easy to oversee the problems from inside of your own home. 'Let this be the last Nordling War?' So you say, but that would imply murdering every man, woman and child of Norlandic descent. Then who is truly evil?" Ruathar shook his head in utter disbelief. "Any amount of wordplay will not cover the fact that is what you would imply by the 'Last Nordling War'. I for one can with complete clarity see who here is evil."