Vuillermoz Burns - 412 E.S

[Frymark 3100]

DRUZ VE GRAZIE I JOVE

VUILLERMOZ BURNS

 

 

KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM

 

Penned by the

LORD MARSHAL

On this 4th day of Jula and Piov of 412 E.S

 

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This journal has been written to document the events that transpired during the Tripartite raid on the Viscounty of Vuillermoz.   

To be laid upon the desk of His Royal Majesty, King Sigismund III and distributed among the ranks of the Brotherhood.       

 

4th day of Jula and Piov, 412 E.S 

 

The Motherland has been largely spared from the horrors of war, save for the slaughter at the Lower Petra. As a GOD-fearing nation beneath the rule of the Fidei Defensor, we have sought not to slay our fellow men, doing so only on the field of battle. The barbaric actions of the Imperials last Saint’s Day have changed this. Two men, brothers under GOD, ripped from the streets of Sedan and hung like common thieves, yet they had committed no crime. They did not seek war, nor trouble. Their blades were not raised against Orenians, and they made no incursion into Imperial lands. On that day, Haeseni blood was deemed reason enough to be put to death in the lands of the Anathema. This injustice shall be dealt with in kind, from this day forth.

 

Thus did a detachment of one-thousand Haeseni march across the southern frontier, accompanied by six hundred Urguanites. Together, as allies, the Tripartite sought justice for our unjustly slain comrades. As they marched through the Viscounty of Vuillermoz they faced little resistance from the townsfolk, and upon them was inflicted no harm in kind. Such is the virtue of man. A dwarf, Kronk Redfist, with naught but his head, bashed the doors of the keep from their hinges, through which the Tripartite stormed inside. As is the case in most vassal states of Philip the Younger, not a soul was to be found. 

 

Though, all was not lost for the Tripartite. A ruckus on the roof of the keep alerted them to the presence of a small Orenian garrison, hoping to hide themselves from the justice of the alliance. Finding the way blocked and the Imperials content to cower, the Haeseni and their Urguanite brothers were forced to improvise. Upon taking control of a hot air balloon, the newly-formed Tripartite Aircorps, led most valiantly by Lorenz Darkwood and The man claiming himself as the Sutican Potato Farmer dropped atop the keep, swords drawn. Such a display of courage sent the Imperials scampering into the forests where they were quickly run down by cavalrymen. 

 

With the tavern set ablaze and the Viscounty left empty, the Tripartite returned to Karosgrad with an Orenian knight in tow. It should be noted that the chapel was left unmolested, unlike that of Haverlock which the forces of the Anathema so heinously pillaged. Let it be known the Imperial Sir was offered his last rites, a courtesy not shown to our countrymen, and was spared the agony of hanging. As is decreed by our northern honour, he was swiftly beheaded by Dame Tavisha and his corpse returned to his lands for burial. 

 

As the hamlet of Vuillermoz burns, know it shall not be the last. 

 

JOVE TIZ UZ,

His Excellency, Johann Barclay, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska

 

Spoiler

 

Cheers to JoshBright for the rp and keeping it all civil!

 

Edited February 10, 2022 by Frymark

[Gandhi 3225]

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem!" Barked Ser August as the execution took place. 

[__Stal27 2147]

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem - Iv karos i aserva fallen sarnuvz" - The young Page, Adhemar Dusek Morovar would have murmured as he watched the execution take place, wiping the Orenian blood from his helmet that had been collected throughout the day. Recalling the events of the day, he would nod in affirmation as he had earned accolades throughout the campaign, playing his role amongst their most recent operation as he let out a huff, riding his mount back to Ghaestenwald besides his retinue of two others, he would have let out a quiet huff, then thinking as he spoke out, "Ea should write her a letter... Ea did promise to do so don’t vy two think so?"

Edited February 11, 2022 by Armod

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Duncan woul shrug reading the missive and chuckle "Attack our capital, until then im not impressed"

[Ramon 5186]

Tylos II traced the Lorraine across his chest after having read the report, setting out to pray for the souls of the fallen regardless of side. 

[Robin01_boy 270]

Lorenz Darkwood grinned on his way back to Karosgrad with the Orenian knight they captured. “Ich bet they did nicht see that coming.”

[The Harbinger 336]

"Blood fer blood yer bastuds." Glod mutters.

[The Tough Guy 4320]

Kronk would grin to himself, knowing that no lockpick could match the doorbusting prowess of a dwarf drunk off of whiskey.

[TryaxReck 377]

Alec waltzed on over towards the ruins of Vuillermoz along his travels, giving a little sigh.

"N' eye 'fer n' eye, toof 'fer ah toof. Leavin' de 'ole world mumblin' an' bloind."

He walked towards the invisible line seperating the Heartlander & Highlander, looking at the small villages with a weary frown. The frontier would begin to smell of smoke...

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem!"

[indiana105 5126]

"KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!" bellowed Ser Viktor Baruch as the Imperial knight's head was lopped from his shoulders. It seemed GOD was truly just. 

[Fionn__TWG 2795]

Father Klaus rode off from the gates of Providence, him and a fellow soldier having delivered a body to the capital. "Ein gutt sign for things to come."

[Capt_Chief26 1207]

Ser Reinhardt Barclay starts busting moves singing a funky fresh beats, singing the lyrics “Burn, Baby, Burrnnn!” 

 

[AdmiralLB 209]

"I ******* TOLD YOU, REV. I. *******. TOLD. YOU." yells a certain cyclops in the north, in the midst of packing his things for a lenghty excursion.

[1_Language_1 1671]

      Abraham begins to fear for his sister and his nieces as he hears that Vuillermoz is burning. "I wish they would just come live here, they can buy my old house.. be safe from the war party.."