BSK INCIDENT REPORT #4: OPERATION ANVIL

[Office of Truth 472]

BSK INCIDENT REPORT #4

OPERATION ANVIL

 

Spoiler

 

 

DATE: Summer 473 ES

 

CLASSIFICATION: Full Disclosure

 

INCIDENT REPORT: As grain grew golden in the summer heat, his Majesty KING GEORG I led a delegation of 2,000 soldiers from the BROTHERHOOD in defence of the domain of VORTICE, which had fallen under attack by the MORI’QUESSIR invaders. Combined with a Descendant host numbering in the tens of thousands, OPERATION ANVIL commenced. His Majesty’s command, spearheaded by BALDRUM COLBORN, CAROLUS COLBORN, and SEBASTIEN BISHOP engaged the MORI'QUESSIR forces in a bid to thin their numbers to forestall MORI invasions of larger nations. Beneath a rain of exploding arachnids, OPERATION ANVIL fared successfully. 

 

While commencing OPERATION ANVIL, the noble stock of ADRIA, on foot of their lord’s proclamation to seek peace with the CANONIST LEAGUE to combine efforts against the MORI'QUESSIR, assaulted MINITZ while a funeral was held. HAESENI NOBLES of REINMAR, among them the DUCHESS JOSEFINA and LORD MANFRED BARCLAY, were apprehended under threat of arms and extracted to ADRIA. The OFFICE OF TRUTH has confirmed their safe extraction back to KAROSGRAD.

 

Across the continent, the banners of DESCENDANT-KIND flew in unison. 

 

But the banners of ADRIA did not fly at VORTICE -- for they were raiding funerals of those they sought peace with.

[SethWolf 1413]

An old Haeseni read the papers. "Ea would niet piss in an Adrian's mouth if his mouth was on fire." He threw the missive into his fireplace.

[Crymson 480]

Hali Black laughs “The only time an Adrian isn’t lying is when they’re asleep or dead.”

[Kaladin Stormblessed 637]

Ser Baldrum Colborn comes back from the battle of Vortice, having slain dozens of spiders "How convenient that the Adrians attack when Mori'Quessir are attacking too. Almost as if they planned this ahead."

[liz 962]

"So they will not have peace," lamented a young Gant at the fireside of an Adrian hearth, enjoying tea with the Duke of Adria. "They mock it, even..." With that, the girl's mind was made. Her expression, so typically the embodiment of sunshine, was steely now. "One way or another, we will have our peace." ((@Nectorist))

[ibiou 1593]

Alyona Godunov mounted the battle-axe on her wall that King Georg had given her before the fight at Vortice. Proudly did it hang, displayed until her 'battle buddy' needed her next. "Truly, they do niet know a battle if it hit them on ve head. Good luck to them when they fight ve Mori themselves, ve bastard Adrians, for we will sit back and laugh." The Godunov murmured.

[Fionn__TWG 2616]

"Kidnaps mein family while they mourn our cousin, und our countrymen fight those Mori they so love to claim are the true enemy. Und he believes ein horse will undo his slight." Wilheim Barclay remarked with a venomous tone to the servant who stood by, the man loading a crossbow within his shooting range. "It willI undo it when mein horse rams his down, und his body breaks under his hooves."

[Xarkly 12839]

8 minutes ago, liz said:

"So they will not have peace," lamented a young Gant at the fireside of an Adrian hearth, enjoying tea with the Duke of Adria. "They mock it, even..." With that, the girl's mind was made. Her expression, so typically the embodiment of sunshine, was steely now. "One way or another, we will have our peace." ((@Nectorist))

 

Vanhart the Carrot wiped a tear from his eye - equal parts relief, and grief - as the wind swept over Hallaburg Castle, where the squires gathered for their yearly training.

 

"I ... thought it was over," he whispered hoarsely to himself. The sun had turned a dull red as it began to set, and its rays flashed haphazardly on the waters of the Staal Eada snaking through the land far below. "I thought ... they wanted peace." Memory of that warning of his beloved daughter and grandson captured - at a funeral, no less! - made his heart thrum and his legs wobble again, and the relief of hearing of their safety while the Brotherhood was abroad fighting the Mori did little to ease him.

 

He sniffed back his disdain, and narrowed his eyes into a watery glare at the sunset.

 

He was an old Knight, now; the swing of his hammer meant little.

 

But in what precious years he had left, he would never forgive that insult.

[Greehn 1896]

"Ah be' ye th' Adrians will wonder why we are makin' jokes abou' their peace deal after they raided our citeh." 

 

Malcolm Gant chortled to himself before going back to sweeping the interior of a certain keep.

[TaytoTot 1170]

A von Theonus remembers the events well. The screams of poor minitzers inside the city, being terrorised and threatened by the Adrians. The men who threatened her husband's life, the sounds of weapons clattering together. "Peace ist nicht vhat zhey seek, clearly."

[indiana105 2140]

arthur gant wept for mankind

[Mio 3773]

aleksandr otto flexed his bulbous muscles while arthur wept like a *****

[Sarven 1718]

"To roundhouse kick an Adrian, to punt an Adrian, slam a door in an Adrians face, as one noble Sir Ludolf once said..." Yvian mused, though gritting his teeth all the same as the funeral was interrupted.

[Nectorist 7433]

2 hours ago, liz said:

"So they will not have peace," lamented a young Gant at the fireside of an Adrian hearth, enjoying tea with the Duke of Adria. "They mock it, even..." With that, the girl's mind was made. Her expression, so typically the embodiment of sunshine, was steely now. "One way or another, we will have our peace." ((@Nectorist))

Johanes taps the girl's teacup with his own. However, in doing so he accidentally spills it on himself.  As he cleans it up, he hands the young Gant a small baton that was clipped to his belt. ((@liz))

[Olox_ 3433]

Young Lord, Aleksander Wilhelm Jazloviecki was sitting in his armchair and sipping his coffee as he usually does. He snorted upon reading the last part of the report "Ah yes, a truly magnificent sight when you come out of the castle and see armed people attacking unarmed civilians. If they wanted a ceasefire, they could have come unarmed and invite those people they took to Adria instead of kidnapping them." He then shook his head "But who am I talking about - a bunch of savages who have no idea what they are fighting for, so they will always shout for the van Aert Duke." The young Lechian mused before taking another sip of his coffee