For God and Empire

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For God and Empire

 

The Imperial State Army Routing the Northguard in the Battle of Outer Arentania 1821

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As the day drew to a close on that fateful engagement I stood atop the newly named John’s Hill, surveying the momentous field of dead before me, I watched as the Nordling host scurried in the direction of home, tails between their legs their will and resolve utterly broken, I couldn't help but state out loud for my comrades in arms around me “This will not be the end of it…” The fields of Outer Arentania would remain soaked in blood for all of a month for that is how long it took the scavengers, paupers and gravediggers to clear the field of dead Nordlings who were flung upon our most noble borders by the dastardly Chief Sven. My words spoken plainly that day as I stood on the hill were proven true and precise, for this was not the end of it, the battle was won and our Imperium victorious but the war far from over and our old adversaries the orcs of Krug have decided once again to join in battle against us, they have forgotten the lessons our ancestors taught them and the consequences they faced centuries ago, while they plot and plan with our enemies we must stand steadfast in our resolve and remind them of their fate when they dare to throw themselves at our homeland. 

 

In 1578 the Orcish brute enslaved Imperial citizens at will, seeking good fortune and peace, John III reached out in olive branch to the orcs asking for their friendship, His hand was slapped away with laughter by Rex Vorgo Yar. In the Palace of Saint Adrian later that year John III held court as he listened to his subjects, calls of anger of fury and of retribution cried out from nobles, soldiers and peasants, for hours upon hours the Emperor listened to his subjects pleas stewing silent from the dais, as the hour grew late and sun poured through the stained glass of the palace John III stood and raised his hand calling for silence throughout the hall. “My citizens, my loyal soldiers, my friends.” the bickering in the stands hushed as all looked to the Emperor standing before them, his visage shining brightly in the sun, “They have crossed us, dealt with terrorists and ignored every attempt of our most noble government to settle our differences in peace. Our Empire cried out as the dastardly orcs of Krugmar took our citizens as slaves, peace has failed and now there is only one answer… A complete annihilation of the Orcish nation, by our hand!” Shouts called out and the court erupted into celebration, the path was clear and action was to be taken, marching south like a whirlwind the Imperial Legion smashed itself onto the continent of Asul overwhelming the scantily defended beaches with steel and fire. At the battle of Altlay in 1579 Imperial forces flooded across the plains of Krugmar slaughtering every orc that stood in their path, the War Nation burned as brave Imperials carved their way to the vile city of San’Kharak. In one swift blow the Holy Orenian Empire struck down the Orcish brute and captured their leader, an eerie silence remained over the homeland of the orcs as not a single orc remained in their nation, utterly purged only a few would remain hidden away in Urguan. Rex Vorgo Yar stood trial in Johannesburg later that year and offered no defense to his crime, the only suitable punishment then, was death, and the only punishment for the Orcs now remains the same. 

 

As I stand upon the border once again, two years after our victory against the evil invaders that dare to move against us, my mind thinks back to my studies and the history our Empire has endured, once more we stand ready to do battle in Outer Arentania and wash John’s Hill with the blood of Nordlings and Orcs alike. Those who attempt to breach our bulwark in the western reaches of the Empire must meet only death in their attempt, as we all make ready for battle I cannot help but think back to the Innocents at home who rely upon us to protect them, to stand between my fellow citizens and the brutes is the greatest honour GOD could give me. I know in my heart of hearts we will not falter, my comrades in arms stand ready as do I, we will stand proud and true and we will remind the Orcs of what awaits them when they attempt to do harm against us, the Orcish brute will meet only death in the fields of Outer Arentania for that is what GOD wills and that is what we shall ensure they meet. 

 

Joseph d’Azor

 

 

[Guzr 2050]

Edwin Henry de Sarkozy reads the missive, before nodding. "The History books repeat themselves, it seems. This time, let's make it a quick chapter."

[valecu 2128]

"Long live his Imperial Majesty, Emperor John VIII..!" The young Philip Michael exclaimed as he was preparing his sword for the battle, which was near.

[annabanana1014 2084]

“Oren aut mortem!” Diana would say proudly as she finished reading what her dear brother wrote.

[rukio 8924]

"Blood for the blood god!" Shouts a very confused Edgar from Norland, perhaps he had mistaken this as a Norlandic victory announcement. He was, after all, a very patriotic but very old man. He then hobbles off, cane in hand, to sacrifice a chicken to his paragon and praise the burning bush.

[mkaxeman 1106]

Juan Pablo scratches his beard as he looks over the painting depicting the battle, "Por que tienen mini canones en la mano?"