A Response to the Dwarven Declaration

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

 

IN DEFENSE OF OUR PEOPLE

 

16th of Sigismund's End, 1849

 

 

 

 

 

King under the Mountain,

 

You have delivered to us a final and irrevocable insult. You shall not have our man, and you shall suffer immeasurably should you set foot in Our Empire. We have no mercy for those who would presume to vassalize and corrupt Canonists into doing war against their kin, who would threaten and cajole Our priests, and who would pretend that their actions lacked aggression of any sort.

 

You have made a limp declaration of war, where you presume to acquire moral high ground by appearing to love peace, while you threaten armies at Our border.

 

A state of war now exists between us. God is with Us.

 

 

IN NOMINE DEI

Philip II, by the grace of GOD Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Defender of the Faith, Pontifical Gonfalonier, Grand Duke of Ves, Helena, Novellen and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera

 

[Harald 2875]

The aged Holy Knight would continue to make sure his armor was polished and nice, his weapons sharp and his lorraine cross bound tightly to his chest "These dwedes has come for a war they can niet win. A war where they are deemed to fail and fall.. Their blood will fill the grass grounds of Oren, their mountains fall silent and call.. After all these attacks.. may the Ireheart Clan be wiped from existence, GOD is on our side" he signed the lorraine, readying himself for war

Rev Vuiller, the Baron of Vuillermoz would look to his wife Diana, shaking his head within their estate "Just as the time came for us to be at peace and rest, living our life in happiness and bless.. It seems we might need to get ourselves a home in Providence again as well my love"  he walked to her kissing the top of her head as he wrapped a arm around her @PrettyCuteAnna

 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

A team of 20 Imperial State Army soldiers worked tirelessly to fortify Southbridge before the King of the Mountain officially declared war. A sigh of relief washed over the camp when the missive of declaration of war on part of the Urguani King was delivered - and to which she laughed at and threw into a fire to burn - fortunately was received just as their work was done. The group went home, many drenched in their own sweat and muscles aching painfully. 

After taking a warm bath and dressing in something much more comfortable, Primrose Gendik would check the mailbox outside of the Gendik-Komnenos home. Seeing the new missive distributed to their mailbox, she brought it upstairs to her bedroom that she shared with her husband. Sir Arthur Komnenos ( @MailC3p).

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Prim read the missive with a smirk. "What a load of tomfoolery. A war over one man when their own decided to break into the bastion like a bunch of buffoons." She looked to her husband, holding the missive out to him to read. "It looks like the good old days of gatehouse duty falls upon us once more. Perhaps this time I should bring a deck of cards for us to play?"

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Duncan Vuiller just lays in his bed eating some chicken yawning, the entire war over Duncan has gone over the man's own head

 

 

 

[Mirtok 2853]

Within the mighty confines of the Bastion, Cadet Draco looks about his comrades enjoying a lavish meal before their inevitable deployment. The news that war has been declared between his mother nation and their neighbors to the South was an exciting prospect but it weighed heavy on the minds of his fellow soldiers. Draco offered some words to those seated around him.

 

"I shame that the noble King of the Dwarves has been so grossly misled by his own kin. A shame too that he has such a loose grip on those that bring mayhem and violence to foreign lands. We will not stand for the assault and mutilation on any of our citizens, regardless of race. If the men under the mountain would wish to march on Imperial soil, we shall be there at the fringes grinding their stone bulwark into dust through the mill of war."

 

Breaths in a breath, allowing a moment of silence to permeate before raising his voice to a booming toast . . .

 

"I raise a tankard to their warriors and ours for answering the call of duty but my hammer shall rise in tandem. To arms comrades, to war!"

[Kholibrii 1211]

"This will not ruin the birthday I've spent so much time planning!" Anne Josephine yelled towards a courier as they delivered the letter to the Sunholdt Apartment. The teenage d'Arkent took off towards her desk to finalize the plans for the party, refusing to let the war ruin the fun!

[Imperium 3495]

General Erik var Ruthern scans war maps and reports in his office, "this will be my last war." He let out a deep sigh.

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

"Then war we shall have," proclaimed Elsil'Ceru, beaming from ear to ear as she prepared to return to her roots. Oren would suffer her wrath once more.

[MailC3p 2404]

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[Pancho 4197]

As Kosher Fier reads the missive, he smashes a bottle against a table in the Ceru Tower.

 

"Narvok oz Urguan!"

 

The Elven Nationalist proceeds to throw a chair out the window, yelling like a mad man. He then went to the stable, beginning to ride off to rally his brethren. 

[__Clocky 770]

A small dwarf courier brings the missive to the 'ker while working. The 'ker sadly not noticing his dwarven friend as he was looking up and not down.

 

"Oh. Sorry. Didn't see you there..." The dwarf held up the note, stretching his arms up and standing on his toes.

 

The 'ker glanced over, then tossing it into his crucible with a bellow of laugher echoing throughout his abode. "The legacy of Horen came to this."

[VIROS 2915]

The Archchancellor marvels at the speed of her imperial father's quill. "He can really move when he wants to, can't he, Anne?" @Fie

[KaiserJacobII 1456]

Michael O'Rourke flicks his eyes to his wife @Firelight9, then to the missive in his hand. He turns his head away from her as a small tear meanders it's way down his check, and gently falls upon the paper.

[Wyrvun 1808]

A certain Kharajyr rises from his seat with a loud, and echoing yawn from the Metzil Grove "Finally." The Tigrasi sighs out "I've been illegally collecting hearts, can sacrifice legally at last."