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The Royalist Loyalist

The 14th of the Sun's Smile

 


 

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Thump. Thump. Thump.

 

The pounding of boots slammed against the cobbles.

 

The man’s hands drenched with sweat beneath his gloved hands, his weapon affixed in his grasp.

 

READY AIM- FIRE. CHARGE FORWARD!

 

Hannes Kowal, Black Reiter Mercenary knew not whom was commanding, simply that he must kill. Kill for the glory of man. Kill for Frederick I. He kills simply because he must.

 

STRIKE THEM DOWN! ROUT THEM OUT! IT IS OVER!

 

Heart in his throat, the man cleaved his blade to and fro, kicking, screaming, unwieldy actions within the throb of battle.

 

GUT THEM LIKE FISH!

His blade lodged into the pauldron of an Imperialist, the man drew his warhammer, flinging back into the fray.

 

With a metallic clang, the man’s vision turned dark, knocked cold in the throng of Man.

 

When he came to, the Pretender, Peter IV stood before the King of Oren within the throne room.

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“After a slaughter of Orenian blood in the square of Providence, the Royalists win control of the city and the rest of the former Empire’s land.”

 

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GG to the Imperials, and massive thanks to Kowaman for setting up the war server on such short notice

 

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An elfen battle-mage stands over the aftermath of the fight, her weapon bloodied. Her breathing was still heavy, adrenaline still coursing like a torrent through her veins. Her first real battle, won. She pondered how many more she would see in her lifetime. As a victory cry broke out among those still standing, she bellowed out with them: 

"LONG LIVE THE KING!"

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Kristofer Vuiller sighs in his family's estate as they begin packing things. He shakes his head gravely, preparing for the long march out of Oren to join Haense. 

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"Seems I was right to leave the wedding early." Sigmar Baruch seemed relieved at that, hopeful that this puts and end to the war.

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