Terry 1859 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2021 [!] A depiction of the Orenian Capital, a fire burning long into the night. THE MEN OF MORN & THE COWARDS OF NIGHT Some chose to linger in the shadows of night, fretfully biting at their nails until blood sheds from the tip of their fingers. For these so called men have as much honor as they have triumphs in battles where the odds have been fair. Only as night cracks, do the mentioned men - men of Orenian ilk, come out to take up arms. As their force is about as competent as a barrel of lobsters fighting. They struck Urguan in the early hours of the day, just like the cowards they are, cravens in tin suits to mask their wobbling bellies. Those of honesty, take up arms in the midst of day, just when the rabble of cities surmount. The tides of a snake’s war are about as easy to turn around, about as much as the morning eggs of a Halfling. Hence, the joint forces of Urguan showed up at the front gates of Saint James. It was the Men of the Morn, in great contrast to the Cowards of the Night. Recent history has told the Orenians are certainly men of faith. The good Orenians provided the gateway and keys to their city - literally so. Boots sounded from outside of the city, causing many a man or woman to flee into their homes. With the last door promptly shut, the brave joint forces landed into the yolk of Saint James, standing true and tall at the center of the city. Where one fool, Joseph d’Azor found himself captive and in shackles within seconds. Then again, the turncoat of Oren can only leach onto power, his one capability to shine his shoes, with that smooth brain of his. Expectly, the Cowards of the Night did not take up prestigious, patriotic arms to save their good man. Instead their eyes watched him be taken until the horizon showed him no more, perched shakily upon one of their walls. One capture was not enough for the forces albeit, as they remained in the city - expecting a fight. Was it a war? They thought. Or was it the great pitching of tents? Only those with morsels of valor descended to clash blades with the invading force, to no avail, but at the very least, they fought - as those in war should. Battle ensued for minutes before another staring contest persisted. Yet, the eyes of Orenian men only lingered on the destruction to come, while the joint forces only saw triumph. The Clock Tower would strike nil, as the foreshadowed end of times bestowed itself upon the decaying Empire of Oren. What good soldiers would allow an invasion without a defense? To allow their women and children to flee to their homes, knowing their army to be no more than conscripted lousy, dunces. Torches were tossed against the tower, flames licking the sides, until an uproar of inferno took its entirety. Still, the Orenian soldiers moved less than an inch. Cries took hold of Saint James. Still, the Orenian soldiers moved less than an inch. T'was the end of times to come, the beginning of their own declared end. An Emperor declaring oneself as Emperor. An Emperor declaring his own war. An Emperor declaring his own fate. Narvak oz Urguan, Philip III. Part 3 of 3. 49 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elite Snipes 3542 Share Posted December 10, 2021 (edited) Bakir "Orcs Blood" Ireheart watched as the clocktower burned, as the Orenians fled inside their homes offering no resistance to dwarves inside their city. Orenian blood soaked the ground as the sun set, this was truly an awakening call for the ignorant Emperor. "You have underestimated us once again Emperor, even your best warriors cannot defend against the might of Urguan. Surrender Philip III, as being known as a coward throughout history will be the most merciful act you will recieve." Edited December 10, 2021 by Elite_Snipes_ 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orlanth 3536 Share Posted December 10, 2021 The Black Elf of Stone tower ignited his volatite blade with the flames of the clock tower, and rode back to Urguan, spreading word of the success by the light of the very same flame that burnt the city. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mika1278 2679 Share Posted December 10, 2021 Mika Uialben Laughed as as he received another missive up high in his tower "Which one of the Orenians is keeping score again?" he questioned, though soon interjected by himself "We'll see at the end where it all goes. For now I think we're about even" he chuckled 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
excited 10833 Share Posted December 10, 2021 Cato picks up the pieces. Four people went down. A building burned. People were injured. But the Empire remained. An Empire of Man ordained by GOD. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
indiana105 2125 Share Posted December 10, 2021 Ser Viktor 'the Beast' Baruch threw it back at the site of the fire as the ISA sifted through the rubble. Spoiler 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
McGl1zzy 21 Share Posted December 10, 2021 Relyk Grimgold sits in the Urguan gate house, reading the missive while munching on a tater. A low grunt emanates from behind his expressionless mask before putting the missive down and remaining alert at his post. "Nae make'n et easeh 'gain ef Ah can 'elp et." The beardling mutters. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Willstertheking2 1101 Share Posted December 10, 2021 Levian'Tol Grandaxe raises a mug to the victory. "Ah, victory taste so much sweeter w'en teh sun es still up." 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harbinger 336 Share Posted December 10, 2021 "Feckin rookehs" Glod mutters, referring to the orenian sneaks, "I woulda bin peltin' wi' bolts fir' chanc' ah go'." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Javert 5560 Share Posted December 10, 2021 "Viva Arenisca, Viva Urguan! The Orenians cannot handle proper bravery without turning and running, it is fact" said Javier de Pelear as he took a sip of Hyspian Tequila! 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
seannie 6851 Share Posted December 10, 2021 Haeseni war correspondents run about attached to the Dweds of Urguan, recording the events that unfolded within New Providence for the Golden Crow Chronicles (GCC). Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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