WOE UNTO VANSK

[helldiving 5793]

 

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THE CLEANSING FLAME

WOE UNTO VANSK

    

Issued by King Haakon Edvardsson Ruric, on the 21st of SÓLSMÁNAÐR, IAÁ 557, AGE OF     DRAGONSFYRE

 

 

THE SINS OF VÁLI

Like a rat scurries to its hole when the master returns home, so too does the most lecherous of the Freysson line flee to the ends of the earth. You and your ilk have broken the laws and customs of the All-Father Most High, in your urgency to grasp power which was not yours to take, in your heretical march from the capital to whatever far encampment you call your home, you have neglected that which is most pertinent, who was truly chosen to lead the Norlander.

Seething in the wasteland, you have issued slights that shall not be ignored. It has become clear through your words and actions that you would forsake everything for the chance to wear a crown upon your head. 

So you, VÁLI the Béosson, and your subjects will suffer unending immolation in the Allfather's fire. You shall be delivered from your mortal coils so that you might understand that there are not two Kings of the North, but one, whose name is Haakon.

 

TO THE “CITY STATE OF VANSK” AND THOSE WHO DWELL WITHIN:

 

Look to the East and behold the Cleansing Flame, which climbs to the sky with pillars of smoke and leaves embers and brimstone in its wake. Look to the East and make your choice, O’ accursed flock. 

 

Your flesh shall be rent from your bones in the cleansing flame of the Allfather’s chosen, and from your lips shall echo the words: 

‘Woe unto us who have lied, woe unto us who have cheated away and stolen from our master.’ 

 

The twisting, winding flame that will engulf you and your kin will be visible from all corners of Aevos and etched in permanence upon the land, the site of your defiance of the Divine Ordination. 

 

This will come to pass, unless you renounce VÁLI, who has led you astray, return to the fold, and swear fealty once more to the King of the North, or should your tongues not confess: the coming year shall see your oblivion… 

 

 

AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF THE FATHER,

Jarl of Vjardengrad & the Lowmarch, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric & King of Norland,
Haakon av Edvardsson Ruric
 

Master of the Order of the First Flame, High Keeper of the Red Faith & the Flame Imperishable, Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir

Lord Purifier of the Order of the First Flame, Hand of the King, Ægir Edvardsson Ruric

 

Scribed by,

Brother Huscarl of The Round Table, Erakles

 

 

THE ARMY APPROACHING VANSK

 

Targeted Tile:

tile_snow_highlands_6

 

Proposed warpath:

 

 

[Reference]

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/qQWg9R



[Art by @Sean_VEVO]

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

Varg Ljúfvinasson - the War-Child - prepares to fight in the army of the North; and share the prize from the south with his mother. He was one of the first scouts that found the village of tents and pallisade.

[Javert 9615]

The High Chieftain of the resurgent Skanarri, Ingvar Eiriksson Ruric, reads over the missive with furrowed brows. The peace of the north had been disturbed, and now it was time to be decided what he and his tribe would do about it. "Summon the Moot," bade the Chieftain as he began to assemble the tribesmen and warriors to his banner.

[ContestedSnow 1435]

"Huh." Aleksandr Galahar spoke.

[Ryanark 2738]

"Woe unto the beardless," Isleífr repeated, a stone sharpening against the edge of his axe.

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

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The Huntsman and his Norn companions (and one Balianite) meeting with their king to explain the land of Vansk and the city structure.

"It's quite a small City-State, my lord King. Made out of wood and tents." 

[Frawlic 1602]

The Karoslunder did not know their gods, but she hoped they would pray to them, and that at least one would hear.

[Coronate 5519]

" I'm coming to kill you! "

Words echoed throughout the encampment of the Roundtable, a fist slamming upon a cedar centerpiece.

Erakles looked to his brothers-in-arms as the day of the Cleansing Fire drew nearer!

[Fleeperpriest 1484]

A memory-holed Priest of the True Flame, infatuated by the beautiful, reverent and worshipful language due unto the Deity quickly soaked up the Flamenist liturgy with eager eyes-- leaping from Truth to Truth in what was less reading and more an ever-observant quest in search of the Flame. All the more unfortunate his curse, then, in being so called, that the sight of the usurpative DRAGONSFYRE cast upon him an immediate and unshakable pall. The thought of a "stifled flame" surpassed by the breath of an alien invoked a potent annoyance. He spent the remainder of his day cursing brick masons, his face painted chud, frowning perpetually.

[Rig 17580]

11 minutes ago, Sean_VEVO said:

" I'm coming to kill you! "

Words echoed throughout the encampment of the Roundtable, a fist slamming upon a cedar centerpiece.

Erakles looked to his brothers-in-arms as the day of the Cleansing Fire drew nearer!

 

Within the grandiose hall of the Demon King's abode, news reached him of the Faderunners covenant seeking to bring devastation to Vance. Vriza appeared unshakably angry as he shook his accursed talons in the air with fury, "They can't keep getting away with this!"

Only God could ascertain why the Zar'akal was so upset at a random group of former Norlanders being warred. However, rumors would spread that he had sought to make a presence there, before the Norlanders had sought to unseat their chiefest rival. Now, his plans were set back somewhat, and Vriza would have to reassess his operatives positions in the North.

[Operator_Bugman 347]

A rusted, rotten, ragged man rested in a ruined room and reclined his head to read the ruling.

"Cringe."
Then he returned to his ravings and rants with the rats around himself.

[ichigomaster98 966]

The Carrot King fights his own wars in a distant land.

The Freysson King becomes increasingly sullen with each missive witnessed.

The Archer King begins to prepare armaments as the missive is read to them, briefly confused at which Vansk is meant.

The Prodigal Son considers coming home from his studies.

Each was disappointed.

[lemonke 6014]

A Necromacer, Friend of Haakon would cackle upon the news of the chaos he sought. "RUIIIN!" No matter, she cheered for the vikings to burn some villages and slay the innocent. "VIKIIIINGS! GET THEM!"

[Xein000 264]

Spoiler

Is it just me, or did the warpath change from the original post?

 

[JoLeTaco 83]

VAAAAAAAAAALLLIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!

 

- Enwyld Klirsk