Poets of Man 138 Popular Post Share Posted January 9 (edited) | 6th of Deep Cold, 162 S.A. / 1958 F.A. || 6th of Sigismund’s Glory 91 B.A. 103 Astana de Régne Petrére | | 6th of Joma ag Umund, 511 E.S. | “They are treated like cannon fodder, and will be led like lambs to the slaughter.” ~-~~-~~-~ Spoiler Big Credits To:Lyric Writer: @erictafoyaVideo: @tcs_tonsils_Editor: @Harald ~-~~-~~-~ Verse 1 Here , we march ~ To meet them! Won't , give up ~ We'll fight and Stand , with God ~ To free this drea-ded land ~ in his name! For , glor-y ~ and great fame, that we won ~ at Brasca! We will win ~ we always bring the fight ~ and kill them- Chorus Here we ma-arch. . . Strike at your heart. . . Run and we'll wait. . . You've sealed your fate! Fight on your lands ~ prepare. . . Verse 2 Off we go ~ LET'S WIN! We'll root out ~ THEIR SINS! They can not ~ BEAT US! Not at their -~ MARCHLAND! De-fy us? ~ FOR SHAME! We are your ~ WORST BANE! You will not ~ DEFEAT US! Not if you're ~ STASSION! Final Chorus Here we ma-arch. . . Strike at your heart. . . Run and we'll wait. . . You've sealed your fate! Fight on your lands ~ prepare. . .TO DIE THE END. . .OF STASSION ~-~~-~~-~ Signed His Excellency, Leonid Marco D’Arkent Kortrevich. Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Master of the Arts of The Esrova Court, Archivist of Koravia, Squire of The Order of The Crow, “Orcbani,” “The Poet Marshal,” War Poet. His Excellency, Don Johan Stor Vuiller, Domus Ministri. Conde de Aquilae, Barón San Haraldo Patriarch of House Vuiller. Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts, Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Order of the Petrine Laurel of the Rapids, Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake. Edited January 9 by Poets of Man 59 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tilly 3672 Share Posted January 9 “STASSION WILL DIIEEEEE,” Bellowed Sorcha, the majordomo, beside the poet laureate, enjoying a dram of whiskey. 17 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
carebear 441 Share Posted January 9 "DOWN WITH STASSION!" Calla von Theonus shouted from her tower in Vissingren. "FOR GHORM! UNWAVERING UNDER THE SUN!" 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crymson 481 Share Posted January 9 Hali raises a mug from Numendil. “The wages of their depravity shall be annihilation.” 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Andustar 2118 Share Posted January 9 "Richard of Stassion. Yours and your family's debts will be paid in full. You shall receive what is rightfully yours." Prince Marcus' hands fastened upon his copy of the poem, the parchment crumpling."Destined death." 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColdestPepsi 1034 Share Posted January 9 Aimo caught himself humming a funny lil tune as he went about his work, coughing up coal dust as he continued to prepare. He hit the final piece in sight just as he finished, putting a bit of extra flourish onto it. "prepare to die!" 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaytoTot 1168 Share Posted January 9 "Richard. . ." Therese, the Petran Chancellor then shook her head. "You did good by allowing the body of my cousin to come home, but that was all. You say you want to make peace with the Theonus, yet let your men pretend to be us and torture poor innocents." She let a scoff escape her as she looked over towards Stassion from the walls of Vissingren. "This is our peace now. Justice will be served." 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ContestedSnow 778 Share Posted January 9 "Run and we'll wait. You've sealed your fate." Viktor Daemonsteel uttered under his breath between the crack of hammer strikes upon anvil. He gave a contented grin, despite the sheen of sweat upon his brow, as he quenched another longsword that would be put to use for such fate. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ramon 3965 Share Posted January 9 (edited) "Let this be a sign the Stassionites shall be taught the folly of challenging you, Lord,"Reasoned the zealous King John as he knelt before the altar at church, having recently heard of the new work."And be crushed underneath your divine boot - if indeed you are so willing."He concluded, tracing the Lorraine before continuing with prayer as usual, though his prayers still regarded war. Edited January 9 by Ramon 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
erictafoya 2309 Share Posted January 9 "The calm before the bloody storm. . . From their walls shall they be torn. . ." muttered the Poet Marshal after publishing what was his finest work yet. . . The finest of them all would be found at the March, for they have sealed their fate. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCapybara 1803 Share Posted January 9 "Leonid, crank that soldier boy."Lottie Fersen wrote in a letter mailed to the amazing War Poet of Haense. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted January 9 Marius Lovetts nodded his head. He was proud of his friend and looks forward to their next collaboration. "Come the end of the year, Stassion will have been surely defeated twice." 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
critter 2469 Share Posted January 9 Henrik Amador, well-known to his loved ones for his fondness of a good tune, hums the tune merrily on a quiet honeymoon morning. What better way to serenade his good Haeseni wife before their next foray to war? @Moenah Spoiler Beautifully composed, written, and performed, you guys. What a cool work! 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
D1Br0nxs 20 Share Posted January 9 (edited) Artyom Kasimir Sarkozic sat at his desk while reading it to his younger brother, Aleksey Czeslav Sarkozic. While reading it, a slight smirk grew on his face before he stated, "Richard, Y truly hope that the gifts that the demons have given vy are worth your men and your heads. Vy are nie prince; vy are a child in a man's body who puts on a mask to hide his true greed and bloodlust." He then stood up from his seat, grabbing a small dagger from his desk, slipping it into his boot, and grabbing his sword from the side of his desk and sheathing it. "Child Prince, vy should be grateful; we are letting vy leave this land with your barbaric men and your cursed family." After making his final comment, he took his brother and left the office room. Edited January 9 by D1Br0nxs 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olox_ 3380 Share Posted January 9 The young Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, stood on the walls of Whitespire and gazed westwards to the Marchlands, once part of his homeland "God chose his victors. Prepare the banners, bring my bagpipes. I cannot fight but I will surely play for you, my fellow Aaunites, when you go to battle." The Prince of Aaun said with a smile as he glanced to his left and right at those who stood with him 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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