THE HARRENITE REVOLUTIONARY FRONT

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 DEATH TO RENILDE, DEATH TO THE INTERLOPER

THE HARRENITE REVOLUTIONARY FRONT

“We the disparate lords, gentrymen, and peoples otherwise of the Petra do pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor to the establishment of this Constitution upon the foundations of liberty and meritocracy. Let this charter be the highest law of the land, an inalienable contract for the formation of this Commonwealth of the Petra.” - P. Temesch, The Petrine Constitution, Preamble, 1885.

 

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FELLOW CITIZENS,

 

THE PETRA HAS BEEN SOLD LIKE SOME GUTTER-WENCH TO THE ADUNIAN MENACE. The Renildist forces have invited a host of Adunian invaders to pillage the riverland in the name of the Old Regime, and the preservation of feudal slavery. We shall not bend to foreign influence, especially not that of yet another reactionary tyranny, who no doubt raise their banners out of fear of a free Heartlandic Republic on their northern border.

 

Let it be known this act of cowardice has forced our hand. We shall make peace with the Marnite Imperialist host, not out of want, but out of necessity to defend our common soil. This Unified Front shall persist so long as the Marnans adhere ENTIRELY to the principles of reformation laid out in the Manifesto of 1987. We have further agreed not to immediately execute the rat-Queen Renilde, and instead to try her by way of a Revolutionary Tribunal, sat by jurors drawn exclusively from the P.R.F. In return, the P.R.F shall cease counter-revolutionary activity in lands occupied by the Brigade. 

 

With the TEMPORARY cessation of hostilities on the Marnan Front, we shall expand the FRONT OF LIBERATION to include all lands held in feudal bondage to the Queen of the Adunians. Any subject of the Tar may seek their freedom under our banner. They need only send word. 

 

Should the Commonwealth expel the Adunians from their ranks, and promise to involve none further, we shall consider negotiation once more with the Petran Queen. Until then, there shall be no peace between us.

 

GO HOME, ADUNIAN! YOU WILL FIND ONLY DEATH IN THE HEARTLANDS.

 

PETRA, FLOWING WATER! AVE! AVE!

 

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REMEMBER VALFLEUR,

Sir Stefan af Don af Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, Hero of the Petra.

. . . And many other Patriots.

[Rig 17580]

Valerius throws up a fist.

[_Elrith_ 4525]

High Keeper Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir of the Kingdom of Norland conducts foreign interventionism.

[Laeonathan 5889]

An elven friend of the Adunians takes up the missive, "Does Anorhil require help? Huh, we shall see. He helped us after all, did he not?" Wondered the Lord Raziel from his halls.

[wolfdwg 2677]

"The halfbreeds may live long, but they bleed all the same," Fynn af Petra would remark after handily slaughtering farm cattle in the Numendil fields.

[SimplySeo 6999]

The Grey Prince Aranuir's features darkened considerably as he read the missive. "Those lying wretches..." He snarled, turning towards one of his guards. "Seal the mountain- Marshal the Radiant Guard. We've enough supplies to last for five years under siege. - Six with light cannibalism... I'll slit my own children's throats before I turn them over to a gaggle of marauding bandits."

 

...Meanwhile, an elderly Adunian has much the same reaction, his hand coiling around the Carbarum blade of his youth, Caledfwlch. Templar-King Uther rolled his shoulders, and grimly prepared for one last war "Thou shalt not recoil before thine enemy." He repeated the mantra, signed the Lorraine, and prepared for battle.

[Cryptic 549]

With his hands crossed and placed on his waist, Ser Alteon simply stared at the missive, his gaze fixed and unyielding, an unamused look expressed on his face as he contemplated the contents of the missive with a mixture of irritation and disappointment.

 

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[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Bon'Ox looks over the missive "Zo da force blahin' ob 'freedum from monarchy' are forzakin' iziz idealz to work wit imperializtz? Mi do nub underztand Zhara at zhu. Then again iziz are followin' ahn twiggie, zo.." he shakes his head &puts the missive to the side to continues to fiddle with his miniature well.

 

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[KidKrinkles 2043]

Ser Victor sat atop Gangrel, his armor-clad steed, pole-axe held low in his off-hand, and read the missive through his good, right-eye. He rolled his cigarette, ever hanging from his mouth, between his lips with some contemplation.

 

"Ye 'ate te' see e' come te' blows like t'is... oh well."

 

He lofted up his pole-axe, sitting just off the road, quietly watching. The ranger-knight would permit no surprises, and faithfully, awaited orders.