TRIUMPH

[Tide1 4535]

 

T R I U M P H

 

 

"My enemies are many, my equals are none. In the shade of the Memory Tree, they said Petra could never be conquered. In the lands of Balian, they said the Novellens could never be humbled. In the realm of forest and snow, they said Haense could never be tamed. Now they say nothing. They fear me like a force of nature, a dealer in thunder and death. I say, I am Tiberias. I am King."

Transcript from a speech once held before the Curia.

 

Though our march is long and never-ending, know that triumph lies upon the horizon. Wherever we walk, victory follows. Let us lay low these wretched souls bereft of honour, and cement their sorrowful names as a page in the Burgundian history books. Destiny has been writ, and ours is an age of Sunlight.

 

Death to the false dragon. Death to dishonour.

Death to Balian.

 

 

 

B V R G V N D I A E    I N V I C T A

 

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY,  Tiberias I of the House van Aert, King of Burgundy, Duke of Middelan, Baron of Pestilles, Protector of Grense, Patriarch-Dynast of the Pertinaxi, etcetera.

 

 

 

[Cheese 8883]

"Death to dishonor... and yet we are the only who have kept our vows and stood." The Princess-Royal snickered to her brothers. "The wolf in sheep's clothing is often the one crying that the rest of the herd is fake."

[Nectorist 12869]

The young Cassius Mareno, finally allowed to join the fighting to come, excitedly polishes his armor and sharpens his sword in preparation for the siege. His mettle would soon be tested, but his resolve to aid House van Aert, and the Restitutor Orbis, Tiberius I, enables him to overcome his nerves.

[Jihnyny 5233]

Æsc prepares to battle again; the child-veteran drawing upon his berserker axe.
"Haenser kill, haenser kill!"

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Monstrous. That's all the Man in Black could think of as he read the missive, read the words spilled from the blackest of men's hearts. His anger filled him, but he claimed and prayed to GOD for strength, and forgiveness for the sins of those who dedicate their lives to senseless violence and conquest as he prepared to do what he did best. 

"Tyrants' words hold no more weight than the sword. Even a devil is more loved by GOD than people like you."

[Irishmanmichael 504]

Manfred frowned he was no assassin and knew  all to well the face of death that could befall anyone on battle. However he had made his choice and the unity of humanity under his majesty was the truth be believed in. “May victory be swift so that the suffering may be lessened. Es lebe der König!” Manfred declared as he went back to checking the stockpiles to ensure victory was never in question.

[Mescaffier 6197]

In the meanwhile, Helena, Augustus, Elliana & their little exodus of some twenty-odd folk - alongside some men of the cloth - prepared for a long, and damned difficult, trek up the River Petra. "Saint Charles, guide them true on their path," the woman murmured, bolt of lightning she held aloft in one hand then being driven into the mud as a walking stick. "GOD save the King of Burgundy, Long may he Reign."

 

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John Galbraith seethed, hands trembling in a fit of rage as he saw the flier. "Damned dogs! They've no right to even set their filthy foot on our homeland," he cried. "Strike them dead, my Balianese brethren -- strike them dead!"

[ratlordmagic 1484]

“Tiberias’ dreams of human unity and an Emperor’s Laurels are delusion. I ask, once we are dead and Balian is in ruins, how long before the blood stagnates? How long will their unity endure without a common enemy, before the Hyenas turn on each other? No, we will not see true human unity within our lifetime. It is in our nature to be fractious, to seek independence and freedom. People will not long abide a tyrant, they never do. Sic semper tyrannis, Tiberias. You would do well to remember such.” Pontificated Miroslaw Jazlowiecki.

[Haseroth 1740]

"Let the dogs bark on, their streets will soon grow quiet." Canonius declared as he shattered a banner of balian atop the fort they had recently conquered. He gazes across the bay, towards the capital, longing to raze it to the ground!

[sam33497 7356]

20 minutes ago, Cheese said:

we are the only who have kept our vows

 

Sirius Mareno reflects that such a thing may be true for the people of Balian, but not for their King, lamenting the 14th penance he promised and then broke.

[Smmer 2441]

Circe Mareno would cast a glance over the war table and it's varying figurines that rested comfortably within their squares, hand carved one by one in careful detail her ladyship would adjust her position as she stared upon the Balian dragon piece taking it in her grasp she would squeeze the beast until it's long neck snapped the head falling to the table as it bounced around for a few seconds frantically like a headless chicken."In the end we all bleed, I wonder if they too feel regret? remorse.. it was their leadership that did not yield. The blood of their citizens rests within the palms of the royals who can scrub with lard and soap all they so wish yet the ichor withstands even the strongest a pumice. Hands, eyes, ears and nose - a scent of metal uncomfortable a familiar smell to the veterans, their forts decorated in red. A cruel stained reminder of the innocents who gave their life for their city. If they had only agreed like Haense there wouldn't have been death in the first place."

[sergisala 3451]

1 hour ago, Velkuzat said:

John Galbraith seethed, hands trembling in a fit of rage as he saw the flier. "Damned dogs! They've no right to even set their filthy foot on our homeland," he cried. "Strike them dead, my Balianese brethren -- strike them dead!"

"They have never really been our bethren, dear cousin. We simply thought they were and that is why we followed them. In reality, however, we are Orenians, not Balianese. The Balianese State currently represents the antithesis of human unity. I hope that one day you get to realize that. I am thankful to be in a pilgrimage right now because I wouldn't want to meet you on the battlefield. Take care, dear John." said Father Marc Galbraith to John Galbraith in a private letter sent during his pilgrimage.

[Monty Cobra 921]

Aurus Edmond Greye read the missive in the dead of night, awoken shouting and sweating from hellish memories of the battlefield he had stepped foot onto years ago. Keen eyes poured over the missive, the young veteran's hands trembling with the remaint of nightmares. Aurus then lowered the missive. He tucked it away and stared outside into the streets of Balian.

 

He would be sixteen on the eve of battle—old enough to fight as a true soldier of the Regiment. His time had come once more. Aurus would fight. 

[Josh3738 3137]

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