Josef_Rippelberg 0 Share Posted May 25, 2021 A Burning Fate In the cold dead eyes of the Night, five ISA Soldiers rode through the icy and cold Landscape of Norland, a scouting operation being conducted in those lands. The Soldiers proudly wearing their uniforms, the man leading the mission is a man going by the name of Augustus John Barnier, a Sergeant in the prestigious 3rd Brigade. As the men rode through the landscape, one of the enlisted noticed something “Sergeant, over here!” he shouted, his horse stopping. As the Private shouted, the Sergeant turned 90 Degrees and rode to him “What is it, Private? We have a tight schedule, Orenia needs this area scouted and patrolled by Morning! No delay shall be accepted!” the Private quickly nodded and motioned to the ground, a torch in his hand lighting the area, on the ground there would be footsteps, though barely visible as they seemed to vanish in the snowstorm, however a trained eye like the Sergeants could still see them. “In the name of God, Private continue patrolling the area! I shall follow the footsteps, those damn pagans shall not cross the Border!” he would then ride off in the Night, slowly it was getting darker and darker, as Midnight seem to arrive and end during the Sergeants ride, his squad fading away in the distance until they were no longer visible. The more the Sergeant followed the footsteps, the deeper into Norland territory he went, way beyond his area of patrol, eager to find the person who made those footsteps, though the snowstorm seemed to become more furious as time passed and after a short while, the footsteps were no longer visible for the Sergeant. “God why.” He stopped his horse and went off it, his feet landing on the ground. The torch in his hand was held closer to the sergeants pocket watch “1:35 in the morning…how long did I ride?” he would ask himself quietly, abandoning his horse and going forward with slow steps, looking behind himself multiple times to not lose his horse. Quiet voices were heard, shattering the silence the Sergeant felt upon the night. A laugh, an uncontrollably loud laugh was heard, completely destroying the silence of the Night and the Sergeant quickly ran towards the voice, covering himself behind a few bushes as he came close, what he saw did not shock him at all. He saw a squad of Norlanders, 3 people he counted, raiding their own lands, hunting whatever they saw. These soldiers – were not normal. They were malnourished, completely underfed and sick. “By the burning bush…I caught something!” “Better not tell the chieftain or else he’ll have us all whipped!” the second Nordling quickly exclaimed, in trembling fear as he thought about the barbaric chieftain ruling the Nation with an Iron Fist. The Sergeant could feel nothing but pity towards those three tortured souls that seemed to reach their end, if they were not helped…and that the Sergeant did. He would give up his cover and step forward, as the Nordlings noticed him, they quickly pulled out their weapons “HALT!” the third one shouted, apparently he was the leader of the squad, he looked less malnourished, though deep scars covered his face…terrible pain he must have endured as those scars seemed to appear from torture. “By the burning bush, we the Soldiers of Norlander place you under arrest, enemy.” The Sergeant chuckled “Men…listen hear, I know you want to fight for the bush and for the chieftain, though you may defeat me in combat, one of you will at least die and by the time I am defeated, my Brigade looking for me will have arrived, you wouldn’t think I’d come alone, would you? With God on my side, nothing can stop soldiers from the Holy Orenian Empire. So please don’t make this worse than it already is, if you come with me…you shall certainly have a better life than in Norland, you are safe in Oren, a land of justice and a divine monarch. If you submit to me now, you shall be fed, I promise.” The Sergeant whistled appearing to signal someone that he may come forward, though it was a fake as the Sergeant came alone. Soon thereafter, the Norlanders followed the Sergeant back into the Empire, as prisoners of war though soon their sickness seemed to fade. After years of fighting, the Norland Resistance against Oren finally shattered, they were released and served the Orenian Empire that had provided them safety and food. “Never again, may we be oppressed” one of the captured said to a stranger on the streets of Providence “Oren gave us what we so desperately needed, and I would have wished more of our kin would have submitted to the Empire. Sadly the chieftain killed most of my Friends…” and with that the man walked away, a tear dropping from the Norlanders eye to the ground, as he thought about his fallen friends. Written by Lord Kelhus Vladimir Othaman Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Taketheshot 3834 Share Posted May 25, 2021 Joseph d'Azor nods as he reads such an account "Truly if only the barbarians would submit to law and order, they too could have a fancy wig like me." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740 Share Posted May 25, 2021 Captain Robert Archibald Galbraith would nod as he skimmed over the missive "I am glad we were able to rescue these poor souls from their clear misery and ensure they are properly cared for." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sham404 518 Share Posted May 25, 2021 "The imagination of the Orenians surpasses even their hubris." Edric muses, after reading the fun piece of fiction. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
annabanana1014 2084 Share Posted May 25, 2021 Diana d’Azor read this with a raised brow upon her face. “Oren Aut Mortem. We shall keep proving our strength to our foes with GODAN by our side.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
YaBoyJay_ 418 Share Posted May 25, 2021 "This literally...Didn't happen?" he looks to the paper, scratching his head with a raised brow. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8924 Share Posted May 25, 2021 Spoiler Cute fanfiction Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
makeitsoyoucandeleteaccounts 610 Share Posted May 25, 2021 "Oh?" was the only sound that RO-Agentea Handia 'WALTZ' of the MRA could exclaim upon finishing the missive, "Since when do the Wigs charity those pagans? Eh, a fabrication, most like.", finished the Mercatore, as he proceeded to wrap up the missive and throw it towards his comrade 'BRICK' (@Gambit), "Read this." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gambit 964 Share Posted May 25, 2021 5 minutes ago, Nouveau-Chapeau said: "Oh?" was the only sound that RO-Agentea Handia 'WALTZ' of the MRA could exclaim upon finishing the missive, "Since when do the Wigs charity those pagans? Eh, a fabrication, most like.", finished the Mercatore, as he proceeded to wrap up the missive and throw it towards his comrade 'BRICK' (@Gambit), "Read this." Unwrapped the crumpled missive, scanning the document, “I disagree with these methods, are they seriously treating the pagans this well off, comrade?” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frisket 4543 Share Posted September 20, 2021 *Frisket Monet-Vanari would read the sheet of which was delivered to her...she tilt her head and blink in utter confusion, she rolls up the article and places it in the shelve fantasy fiction* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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