TO DEFEAT THE ANATHEMA

[Franczhiz 4053]

TO DEFEAT THE ANATHEMA

Written by, Novice Edmund Amadeus OSJJ

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A Grand Covenant soldier fighting the anathematic bull, a symbol of the Canonists defeating the League of Veletz.

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Brothers and Sisters in Canondom of the Grand Covenant, today we stand united, resolute, and GOD willingly, victorious! We gather on this momentous occasion to prepare for our, GOD willingly, triumph of our valor, the strength of our unity, and the indomitable spirit that courses through our veins. Today, we revel in the glory of our conquest over the League of Veletz, as we raise our banners high and witness the dawn of a new era!

 

In the crucible of conflict, we have proven ourselves to be the inheritors of destiny, the architects of our fate. The League of Veletz, once arrogant in their belief that they could defy the will of the Grand Covenant, now lies vanquished beneath our mighty swords and unyielding shields. We have shattered their walls, breached their defenses, and stamped out the embers of their resistance. The lands they once called their own now echo with the triumphant footsteps of the Grand Covenant.

 

Our victory will not come easily; it will be earned through the blood, sweat, tears and the faith of every warrior who pledged allegiance to our cause. We will face trials that tested the very core of our beings, and we will emerge stronger, more resilient than ever before. It was the Grand Covenant's unyielding determination that will propel us forward, the flame of justice burning brightly in our hearts.

 

Let this moment serve as a testament to the power of unity and the righteousness of our cause. We fought not for personal gain but for the prosperity of our people, for the ideals that define the Grand Covenant. We will fight for freedom, for justice, and for the right to determine our own destiny. Today, as we survey the conquered lands of the League of Veletz, we see the fruits of our sacrifice and the dawn of a new era for all who call the Canonist nations their home.

 

But let us not forget the cost of this victory, the sacrifices made by our fallen brothers and sisters who now rest in the embrace of the Seven Skies. Their bravery echoes in the wind, a haunting melody that will forever resonate in the annals of history. We honor their memory and pledge to uphold the values for which they gave their lives.

 

As we extend our dominion over the liberated lands, let us also extend our hand in mercy and justice. The Grand Covenant is not a force of oppression but a beacon of enlightenment. We will rebuild, restore, and usher in an era of prosperity for all who choose to embrace the ideals of the Grand Covenant.

 

Today, we stand not just as conquerors, but as warriors for Canondom. Let the world witness the Grand Covenant's indomitable might, and may our enemies tremble at the mere mention of our name. The League of Veletz shall be no more, and from its ashes rises the grandeur of the victorious Grand Covenant! 

 

Onward, my brothers and sisters in Canondom, to a future forged in the crucible of our shared triumphs and in the name of the martyrs for whom we fight!

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[Crevel 4727]

Vylandris Vuln'ibar would have approached a distraught Veletzian survivor from behind in the aftermath of the Siege of Brasca. The survivor's armour in a dishevelled torn state as Vylandris stepped closer with his sturdy, blood-spilt sword. The elf remarks, "But the Lord laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming." Out of shock, the weaponless survivor drops to their dirt-stained knees as he attempted to plead out of fear but his words only came out as petrified stutters. Vylandris swipes his shortsword at the man's throat before kicking him onto his back and leaving.

 

In his shocked post-battle hallucinations at death, the final thing that the Veletzian soldier would have seen is Vylandris not as he truly was.

 

 

[ChaoticRoller 591]

Meira would speak her two-sense "You may have won two battles, but t'e war has not been finished..." She'd then turn herself around letting out a huff of air and walking away from reading this on a post around the many cities.

[wolfdwg 1497]

"Diz nub age well..." Jreg'Gorkil would remark after pulling his sword from a dying Haenser, a fountain of blood spurting from the wound. "Heh. Diz azh am ah dancah." he'd remark looking down at the death throas of the Haenseman's bannerman. The orc would then scour the field of the dying and pillage equipment.

[OwOrc 354]

"Okay, buddy." Sir Adrien snorted as he wiped his sword clean of Haenser blood

[Franczhiz 4053]

6 minutes ago, OwOrc said:

"Okay, buddy." Sir Adrien snorted as he wiped his sword clean of Haenser blood

 

An Aaunic patriot nearly sh*t himself at the presence of the so-called and self-proclaimed "King Slayer" who GOD forbid would not be derived from a Skygod named Jaime Lannister!

[OwOrc 354]

6 minutes ago, Franczhiz said:

 

An Aaunic patriot nearly sh*t himself at the presence of the so-called and self-proclaimed "King Slayer" who GOD forbid would not be derived from a Skygod named Jaime Lannister!

Said King-slayer is not self proclaimed, nor so-called, because he did kill a king, and was Knighted with a Moniker as is tradition.