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Hannes beat his pike against the floor in a foreboding rhythm. Dum.. dum.. dum..

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“At last, the time has come. For Gaspard, for Mihaly, for the empire, victory must be taken, and then at last may we finally be at peace. Ave Renatus. Ave Orenia.” The young Prince Hadrian van Aert spoke, sharpening his blade in preparation 

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"No peace until victory,"  Empress Anastasia I echoed after the imperial court announcing their mobilization. "We have sought peace, but to no avail for the coalition dragged their feet again and again. Oren aut Mortem!"

 

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oren’s love song 4 tile 88

 

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"LETS ******* GOOOOO!" Screams an overly enthusiastic Victoria from the Aster Hall armory upon learning the news.

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Aghal Frostbeard smiled, sharpening his axe. "Let dem come." The dwarf vowed as he readied for war.

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Venerable Josephine Aleksandra Tuvyic wishes the Empress had chosen mercy instead of cleaving her head from her shoulders, but war... war and violence was all these people would ever know. 

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The Lord Privy Seal watched her things be packed into her carriage, the Princess observing with scrutiny. She sighed then, boarding it.

 

Vacation is over I suppose. Back to the mundane tasks war brings. Ave Orenia.” Grumbled the woman, removing her gloves.

 

With a knock on the carriage wall it took off toward the gleaming capital.

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The Duke of Azor read the missive from a side room in Azor, the mans possessions strewn about the guest room he had been holing up in. Opening his leather rucksack he continued to stuff supplies within, pausing for a moment as he caught sight of familiar movement within the garden outside the window. Would he return, or would he fall upon the field. Joseph d'Azor considered for a long moment as he let the room fall silent from the clutter of packing for a military campaign, words and memories flashing through his mind. 

 

"I shall return.." He decided at that. His time was not yet done. 

 

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Gulf War (084 of 374) - Desert Storm, 1991 - YouTube

 

"Good Evening, the deadline has come and gone, the Urguani are living on what Emperor Philip calls borrowed time. It is not a question as to whether the war will start but when..."

 

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Cynefrith Easworth would begin to test his longbow on the hay targets that were constructed outside of Arichsdorf. After hitting each arrow firmly into the different height targets, he hoped he could hit them into the real objects that failed to accept submission. 

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Joseph Clement de Sarkozy would lay in bed while eating his Raevir Coulibiac and drinking his Carrion Black while watching the declaration of war on www.HolyOrenianEmpire.Provi.HOE

 

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URGUANWARCLAIMWOO.png 

 

(this is just for the funny shiz)

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Tylos II sighed as there seemingly would still be no peace, conflicted. 

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An age old veteran of war, Ser Hilal Hussain, pondered on the declaration that had reached his hamlet in the Southern oasis. In the history of man, it was only John I that dared to press forward unto the under-worshippers of Yemekar until his untimely victory at Seahelm. He wondered, then, if this final offensive would truly cement the legacy of the Sons of Horen as Philip III truly spoke of. A battle to cement all battles, a necessary violence in order to deter those who who sought to prey on the Orenian order that protected humanity.

 

He wondered if history would remember the valor the Sons of Horen would gain by prevailing over their invaders, at least, only for the ones that had not betrayed their own race. 

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Ser August Barclay let out a quiet sigh, he'd sign the lorraine against his chest with a hand before penning a letter to a Sarkozic acquaintance - no doubt the two would be cast on opposite sides, in this conflict.

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The Count of Aldersberg sighed, hoping this would be the last.

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