✠ MARCHING ORDERS ✠

[Tide1 4535]

 

MARCHING ORDERS

Hell March

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- The Holy League’s blessed army on the move -

 

CHOKEHOLD NO MORE

As the tide of war swings ever in our favor, with many a man and woman deserting from the Horenic covenant, we look upon the fortifications close to home. For too long, the Theonus keep has threatened the Lowlands, and now it stands as an obstacle in our war.

 

Hear my words, Holy League, we march to weaken their defenses!

 

5 PM EST Wednesday.

 

Tiberias van Aert, Duke of Burgundy, Captain General of The Holy League

 

[Javert 9627]

Thorin Rostova made plans to assemble the army of Ravenmire to partake in this great razing of the von Theonus keep!

 

"Ave Ravenmire!"

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot glares at this, before checking his armor and weapons. "Time to put an end to your ego trip for now 'Holy' League. May GOD have mercy on you and your souls, those who join this affront to His will."

[Haseroth 1740]

Sigmar prepares his arrows and sharpens his blade, convinced that not a single covenant soldier will attend to defend one of their prized keeps!

[Itz_Cookie 1974]

The little Baroness of Raustyn, no older than four or five, kicked her feet from the comfort of her uncle's lap. She dined happily upon sweet treats she'd acquired through bribery, oblivious to how hard reality would soon slap her in the face... for not everyone was friend.

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Holy Ser Vincenzo began handing out swords, bows, and quivers to the holy men of the Order of the Grail of Saint Lucien in preparation.

 

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[Petsch2k 1851]

 

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Jörg stood in the armory's faint light, his rough hands following the old engravings on the breastplate of his house armor. The steel, battered but unbroken, held the scars of generations—dents from wars won, scratches from conflicts long forgotten. With habitual ease, he secured the cumbersome cuirass on his aging shoulders, the weight both comforting and onerous. The scent of oiled leather and cold iron filled his lungs as he strapped on the gauntlets, his fists clenched. He was not the same young man who had first worn this armor, but the years had not blunted his resolve. Far off, the horns of the Grenswacht brayed out across the valley, announcing the storm to come. Jörg drew a deep breath, settling his sword at his hip. If this was to be his end, he would face it as his forefathers had done before him—helmeted, armed, and unwavering under the sun.

 

[Destructokeith 1142]

The Master-at-arms of Vissingren crashes out within the great library of the keep for when the war comes to his home...

 

Artair would be at work.

[mothsthetic 2250]

The little wolf remains blissfully unaware of the marching orders, continuing to go about the daily routines of any six year old because alas, her skygod has a job.

[MrGarden 295]

The Duke's hands, stained with the vibrant hues of alchemical concoctions, stilled as a soldier burst through the door, his face etched with urgency. "Duke, du must see zhis," he gasped, thrusting a crumpled missive into the Duke hand. The air hung heavy with the scent of herbs as the Duke scanned the parchment, his brow furrowing with each passing line. A guttural growl escaped his lips, "FOOLS!" he roared, slamming the missive onto the table. The Heir of Icathia, flashed in his hand, its point sinking deep into the parchment and the sturdy oak.

 

"We have stood on zhis hill for ages, for one gutte reason, das ist," he boomed, his voice resonating with a potent blend of fury and pride. He glared at the soldier, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Our name, our culture, our very own titles, they are greater zhan theirs! We have aided Aevos und its nations, our accomplishments stand as monuments to our strength. Ich say we raise our banners, for us Theonus, we will stand its ground, protecting our House und our Nation!" He sheathed the Heir of Icathia with a decisive snap, his gaze hardening. "Prepare zhe company. Ich must find mein family and zhe König."

 

The Duke strode past the soldier, his voice booming through the keep, "Unwavering under the Sun!" The words echoed through the halls, a battle cry that resonated with the very soul of Theonus. The air crackled with anticipation, the scent of impending war thick in the air.

[sergisala 3451]

In Lemon Hill, Father Marc Galbraith would bless the mighty troops of the most righteous Holy League of GOD "Dear brothers and sisters, remember that our enemies have abandoned the Lord GOD and, for that, they should suffer his ultimate wrath! Offer no mercy, for the Lord does not forgive the unrepentant! Amen!"

 

“The Lord saw the penance of Owyn, which was the death of the unrepentant; And Owyn was made again as the light of his blade, and the great city was destroyed.” (Gospel 19:20)

[Kardika 1057]

Lamention Vindelion revels in the opportunity to bring about Ivorian revenge upon the Petrans who have tormented his people for years after their settlement...
"There are new masters of this holy mountain... Our victory shall be swift and our occupation complete... The Petrans shall know the fear they inflicted upon My Motherland... My Home... My Ivoria..."