Saint Lothar’s Host

[HIGH_FIRE 4118]

Saint Lothar’s Host

 

 

23rd of Sigismund’s End of 88 B.A

In the wake of Veletz's declared march upon the lands of Balian, We stand before the resilient people of Balian and our loyal allies. We convey a resolute message—a message of defiance, of unwavering strength, and a beacon of hope in the face of impending adversity.

 

To the resilient citizens of Balian, let us steadfastly uphold the noble cause for which we stand—a homeland forged by those who sought to displace us. Our sanctuary, a refuge from the clutches of those who harbour a malevolent intent toward us simply due to our origins. Veletz, in his reprehensible actions, sanctioned the abduction of a woman in the final month of pregnancy and three innocent children. Stassion, tragically, has engaged in the mistreatment of our youth. As for the Orcs of the Iron Horde, they embody nothing but a relentless and bloodthirsty nature. In the face of such challenges, let our unity and determination illuminate the path toward justice, peace, and the safeguarding of our shared existence.

 

Let us refrain from losing composure in anticipation of the impending battle. Instead, let us approach it with the same strategic preparation as any other conflict. Panic only serves to aid our adversary by sowing discord. Every able Citizen of Balian is summoned to answer the call, to arm themselves and assemble the necessary resources for the forthcoming confrontation with our foe. Nationwide training sessions will commence shortly to ensure that everyone attains a requisite level of combat proficiency; mandatory participation is expected from all.

 

To our esteemed allies in the Covenant, we extend our heartfelt gratitude for your invaluable assistance in this matter. Be assured that we stand ready to reciprocate whenever the need arises. Together, we forge the mightiest force Aevos has ever witnessed, united in a shared purpose against those who aim to disrupt our peace through harassment, assault, and threats. Victory is inevitable through our unwavering unity. We shall prevail as we have for decades, our enemies will be buried under our sands. Stand Together and never falter.

 

Let us Balianese remember our call to arms at this. 

 

Signed,

Her Royal Highness, SIBYL GWYNETH, 

Princess of Monterosa, Duchess of Atrus, Head of the Palatio Arancione

[ErikAzog 3313]

"Damn the Ferrymen, damn the Veletzians. God bless the Terra de sur, the land of the South. We shall overcome this obstacle and ascend. We've taken Breakwater and Brasca. We may have been set back, but we shall bury them in the sands of the southern beaches." stated King Adrian, going to slam his fist, then coughing loudly after his rant.

[oryP 972]

The Count of Marsana sharpened his blade. “Y hope Richard ‘The Sheepish’ will step foot upon our lands, let it be known mea blade will pierce his flesh.”

[Harald 2490]

Johan Vuiller looked over the missive as he looked over the planned construction and area of the soon to be estate of the Vuiller Household. Many a keep had been held by the Vuiller house in their time, yet none stood as prideful as this.. “Once again people seek to destroy us, yet just as our people survived the exodus from the Empire, so shall we survive and beat this threat that dears knocking at our doors. A oath has been sworn, may I see to it that it is kept until my last breath” the Count looked over the horizon then, leaning upon the ancestral Trident of house Vuiller as he awaited what was to come.

 

 

Xander, the young heir, a child born to war. His first grasp of this world only hours after Sibyl had returned to Balian after her kidnapping walked around the rooms of the palace, the young child holding small wooden figures of Balianese soldiers. A joyful children’s game based on a far rougher truth. Oblivious to what was to come and the dangers marching towards his homeland.

[Gavin_ 1834]

Whilst tending to communal vines around the City of Portoregne, Lucian Alexander d'Viuva recounted his previous battles, though merely a young man of Twenty-Two, he had already seen enough of War. His hopes were simple - for this war to end so that he could tend to his vines in peace, and for the winds of fortune to gently blow his way, that he might build on his Father's legacy and restore his humble house of Vintner's to their once affluent position.

[Imperium 3300]

Ser Alaric Darkwood dawned his armor and said a quick prayer to Saint Lothar.

[LazyBacon220 311]

Casimir Marius Vilac rose from his bed with a groan. Taking a small missive, he placed it next to him as he began his now-daily ritual of applying a Blissfoil salve along his leg. As he wiped away the salve, he was left with a sense of numbness and a call to action. Donning his armor and attaching the helmet to his belt, he finally took the missive to give it a read-over. "Damn those bastards. You are nothing but a group of bandits who rob and harass without mercy. Start praying you sons of *******." Casimir finished, folding the parchment and leaving it on his desk next to some to-be-finished letters.

 

Tristan de Lyons walked across the Arsenal yard toward his barracks. Up the steps and into his bed, the youth went. He kneeled beside his bed, folding his hands and looking toward the heavens. "I pray they find GOD. I pray that innocents will be spared in this atrocity of a war." He rose and took a quill, penning a letter.

[MissToni 3487]

Lalina did not quite understand everything related to the war. Nor did she feel like she fit in as a soldier in the army. But she did as she was told and did her best to help her people and the princess.

[ECS1999 955]

Sir Ephrem Kervallen, Viscount of Tuvia and Templar of the Archangel continued with his trainings within his keep. *Slash, protect, cut and defeat* Soon he sunk his flaming sword with a Vigorous Blow in a wooden target that was holding a Veletzian shield, making it crumble into pieces.