Imperial Statement on the Ireheart Aggressions

[Britannicvs 2508]

“Naefin loike Imperial Propoganda ter woipe yer bum wid.” Gildroc Goldhand muses to himself after reading the missive.

[Frisket 4538]

Upon the porch Nicole stands watching the grassy plains, taking in her new view, though reading the missive made her lips bitter, Knowing that the Ireharts are a threat, she believes its time to prepare. and she will not be undermined nor underestimated. 

 

"These dwarven people are quite the mess, I hope the rest of their people aren't complete savages and Idiots like they are. No time to waste"

 

She would then Fix herself tying up her hair and putting her chest plate on, along with her ferrum blade she go out to train on dwarven size dummies

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

The missive spread far and wide, eventually reaching Ceru Tower within the bounds of the Grand Kingdom. Elsil’Ceru perused the statement, before chuckling faintly. “They truly believe they are in a state to make demands? Amusing.”

[CharmingCavalier 2189]

Henry Penton was handed a missive by one of his aides as he sat in the basement of the Treasury building, reading over ledgers. With a loud and proud HARUMPH he stood and exclaimed to the passing aides and tellers "Now this, this is how you write a letter. Take notes! These brutish fools, HARUMPH! Nothing like our Imperial breed." The frayed-haired old man paraded around the office for the rest of the day explaining the importance of Imperial security and fiscal restraint.

[Harald 2875]

The Baron of Vuillermoz and Solicitor-General would dip his head reading over the missive. Stating to his family "These heathens has shown how far behind they are culturally and in the essence of their minds, not having evolved into a state of understanding that we are all the descendants of GOD. While We seek peace and to evolve as a people, this so called clan is stuck in the dirt of history" he then went to fire his crossbow towards a tree working on his aim, after all they had harassed his family and members of the church six times in the stretch of seven saint days. His words only heard by his closest of kin within their Estates halls

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Bakir “Orcs Blood” Ireheart read the missive with one hand and a cup of mead in the other. He’d ponder the accusations of “Raiding” against Oren and the mindless aggression they claimed “You orenians fail to see reason. Our clan trials consist of dueling elves for their ears and they are always mutually agreed. You fail to mention the drawing of blades on me and my kin after we fended off orcish attacks on your very own bridge. You also fail to mention the attack of my kin at an local Orenian town, riding up with horses and blades drawn saying my kin could only leave if they payed you 200 Mina’s. These slights against my kin, these aggressions against the sons of Urguan and Kjell will not go unanswered. If you do not want bloodshed, hand over your soldier who solidified these aggressive actions and brought blades against my people, and publicly apologize to Urguan. If you do not, I will stop at nothing to slay each and every one of you. We will be relentless to hunt down your so called emperor. And those who I will spare will be your children, to remember the day their fathers died attacking the sons of Urguan” Bakir then drank the rest of his mead going to grasp his axe, rallying his kin for the noble goal of achieving justice. 

[Pureimp10 5691]

Everard VI looked over the statement, setting it aside before turning to a nearby Holy Knight.

 

"These... Irehearts, they are the ones who threatened Our clergy three Saint's days ago, da? Let all Canonists know the actions of these brutes can niet go unpunished."

[Laeonathan 5889]

"Ah 'eard orenian children are great if spoiced... ah just 'eard about it! Good with salt n' some peppa." says Khenarlum Doomforged while he brushes his beard "But ah loike pork 'n beef more. Never ate them afta killin' them. Which ah never did eitha, of course. Ah unley kill da adults - if needed. But even dat was a looong whoile ago... Tradin' es bedda. Providence 'as a lovely market."

 

"These evil dwarves!" the young Nicholas Beckett barks while reading the missive in Providence "What is it with their warmongering! Whatever, my father can go toe to toe with any of them, what do I care? If they want to die, let them come!"

 

[Pancho 4197]

Kosher Fier, who is friends with the Irehearts and Imperial Elves, becomes very confused, and decided to take a nap.

[Oridfrai 27]

"As the Urguan's founder once found that being greedy and lusting for things that do not belong to you are the ways to become cursed I hope a severe curse upon yourself and you demands of our great people.  "

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

While Duncan found himself reading the missive he would sigh “These men attacked my family and have tried their hardest to provoke Orenians…” he would look out his window “If only they decided to shut up and leave us alone” 

[Tulan 443]

"And once the coming battles has occured, who will keep your soldiers in check from clipping the ears of those Elves who sought sanctity as vassals under Urguan? Will you be able to maintain that restraint? It has been less than two centuries since the most zealous of Canonists would take elven ears during conflict." Ruathar would ponder on this lingering question, a frown on his face as he overlooked the town of Stygian Hollow with a concern for its inhabitants. We should lock the gates more frequently from now on. He thought to himself, lest the Orenian aggression goes against them aswell.

[Toffee 2843]

Josephine Aleksandra read the statement as she strode for the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the tall building jutting up out of a sea of others. Dozens of citizens milling the streets did the same, talking in angry, buzzing murmurs like a deadly hive struck one too many times.

 

An old woman squinted up at her as Josephine passed by, crouched over a large crate of shop wares which were being loaded on to a cart to trundle out of the city. The new city was inbound—a revitalisation, Imperial life born anew. Josephine scrunched the statement in her fist and set her mind on the glittering future, banishing the dark gloom of the past.

[Unwillingly 18096]

"Perhaps those Irehearts are not so terrible after all!" proclaims Brother Wildfire, secluded deep within the western pines. "Short, but not terrible! Being short isn't a bad thing." he ponders his own shortness. "It's not a bad thing. It's not a bad thing. Being short is okay. It's fine to be short. There's nothing wrong with being short. It's not a bad thing. Being short is okay...-" 

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Agnar Ireheart lofts a brow at the weird statement with much falsehood

"If only Oren stopped tryin' to kill our people d'en t'ings may be nice and peaceful. Stoppin' our dwed on d'e roads for no reason. D'is statement is not'ing but false. Maybe if Orenians stopped bein' obsessed wit' looken like old people d'en as I said, d'ings may be nice."