The Tide Turns, 1851

[MRCHENN 4741]

 

T H E

TIDE TURNS

 

Hit them from the back.

 

- Sir Mohammad Hassan 

 

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18th of Owyn’s Flame, 1851.

 

The bells tolled through the capital city of Providence as an Imperial recruit rode throughout the square, emergency plastered on his face. Quickly did he alert citizenry and cavalrymen upon his steed of Canonist priests being ruthlessly banditted by Ferrymen, and within mere minutes, the likes of ISA, citizenry, and Savoyards amassed at the front steps of Providence with merely one cause: retribution.

 

It was this element that fueled their advance upon the roads: a squadron of horses riding thunderously upon the stone path that lead towards the holy city whom they dared to threaten. There were the 80 Ferrymen and Rustler bandits – stricken with fear as they were both outnumbered and separated by 120 Imperial soldiers. Roars bellowed out from the hearty Imperials as they realized the battle was as soon over as it started, willing to place their life upon the line to realize the end of these disastrous men.

 

They had caught them in stride. With the likes of General Erik var Ruthern and Lord Ivan var Ruthern leading the charge upon their backside, it was Alexandre d’Aryn and Enzo Cooper that took a small force to intercept their retreating men. Cutting their path in halves, it was evident that the Orenians were to finish them off. And so they did, cutting down every last bandit that dared to flee, save for two that escaped through channels of water. 

 

Two of the bandits were quickly captured and brought to the Imperial capital, where they faced their imminent death from Her Imperial Majesty herself.

 

On this very month in Owyn’s namesake, so did our proud Orenian soldiers strike down those ruthless ravages against Her peoples, just as the Prophet himself had done in the city Edel.

 

Oren aut Mortem.

One God, One Empire, One Emperor, One Empress.

Long live Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasya of Kositz. Long may they reign.  

 

 

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Below are the names of the brave Orenians who risked their lives and everything they hold dear to serve GOD and the Empire. Long may the names be remembered for their heroic actions. 

 

HE the Imperial General, the Count of Kositz

Sir Varon Draskovic

Lord Ivan var Ruthern

Enzo Cooper

Amelia Hughes

 Peter August Kaphro

Najar Yar

The Baron of St. Lothar, Sir Arthur Komnenos

Alexandre Ashford d’Aryn

Joseph d’Azor

Lance Wince

Holy Sir Darius Romstun

 

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Shoutout to joshun and cappor for participating in some very good quality capture roleplay!

 

[Da_Emperors 1987]

The Prince of Providence would take the blade from Amelia’s hand as he looked directly into the Ferryman’s eyes. He would remain still – quickly he rushed forward after asking for the last word’s of himself in which little reply was given. He would stab him in his chest quickly – at where his heart would be – as he would speak lightly. “May Iblees greet you at the pits.” He would reply – the Young Prince not knowing fully what his actions would entail. As he drew his blade off of the man – he would watch the life drain out of him.

[6xdestroyer 1610]

Varon smiles on his new horsie! 😁

 

 

[MailC3p 2403]

Arthur was injured in battle  so he  does not  remember, but he did a good job helping his fallen comrades  up  to continue the fight!

[Guest]

Sir Cato Perea, having retired his prior musical instrument because it was ineffective and annoying, has a grand old time playing his banjo with his ISA comrades in the local bar down town.

 

 

[Taketheshot 3834]

The Count of Azor cleaned his blade as they once again slaughtered bandits upon the road. "And so it continues..." He remarked with a sigh, waiting for Haeseni Tabards to show up in place of green bandannas. 

[Terry 2680]

Grand King Ulfric chuckled, something he had come quite accustomed to this past stone-day. He would lean back in his chair in his quarters, smiling as he raised a glass to no-one in particular.

 

"An' 'ere o'I was told teh Imperial propaganda machine was broken! Roight on lads, revel in it!"

 

He'd then take a long drink, leaning forward now.

 

"Shame t'at'll beh teh last toime et's used fer awhoile t'ough."

 

 

[Imperium 3495]

General Erik var Ruthern cleans his sword of the ferrymen blood, "As long as I live I will not allow them to raid our roads unhindered!"

[veganwalmart 1059]

"Ave Orenia." Remarked the Baroness of Carrington as heads began to roll. "They say we are sheep and yet we roar like lions."

[Junoix 2301]

Nesta watched as the young child took the man's life, and then drifted to every child in that room. She trembled.

[haenselover45 834]

"They fought well, they all did." uttered Darius Romstun as he stared down the lifeless Mareno in the palace. "But we cant show mercy to those who terrorize defenseless citizens."

[Vikenz 1162]

Leufroy cries with a broken wrist

[Imperium 3495]

7 minutes ago, Terry said:

Grand King Ulfric chuckled, something he had come quite accustomed to this past stone-day. He would lean back in his chair in his quarters, smiling as he raised a glass to no-one in particular.

 

"An' 'ere o'I was told teh Imperial propaganda machine was broken! Roight on lads, revel in it!"

 

He'd then take a long drink, leaning forward now.

 

"Shame t'at'll beh teh last toime et's used fer awhoile t'ough."

 

 

General Erik var Ruthern cleans the beard of the dwarven King which they had shaved from his face, they kept it in a nice display case right next to the crown. "Wonder if they'd want these back?"

 

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love you terry <3

 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos smiled as she read over the missive, seeing her husband's name at the end. "My husband hard at work again," The woman smiled in pride. "Arthur is the ideal Orenian, I wish I could follow in his footsteps of bravery. He is more skilled with the sword and bow than I, while I am with the mortar and pestle." She folds the missive and adds it to other missives she had saved. "Oren aut Mortem, my dear." 

[Taketheshot 3834]

20 minutes ago, MapleSunflower said:

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos smiled as she read over the missive, seeing her husband's name at the end. "My husband hard at work again," The woman smiled in pride. "Arthur is the ideal Orenian, I wish I could follow in his footsteps of bravery. He is more skilled with the sword and bow than I, while I am with the mortar and pestle." She folds the missive and adds it to other missives she had saved. "Oren aut Mortem, my dear." 

Joseph d'Azor wishes his wife would compliment him as such.