IMPERIAL DECREE | The Nation Calls

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Issued and averred by the office of the

IMPERIAL CROWN

 

 

✠ HEED, TO ALL DENIZENS OF THE HOLY IMPERIUM;

 

This decree comes to you in light of recent revelations, as well as attacks upon our Imperial Lands. Once again, be it by the honest faults of others, or at the hands of foul maleficars who seek wanton destruction, our known world falls under threat. It is not the threat of devils, cursed children, or the living dead. 

 

It is the continent itself. A mountain that spurs storms and winters, it collapses on us, drowns us, chokes us.

 

We shall persist, for the indomitable spirit of humanity can not falter. You will hear it often; the Karoslanders will clench their fist, weep about their fallen kingdom, and the Lotharians will quip on their parchments, spieling about their days of glory long-lost and long-past.

 

And in spite of all this, we shall fight, we will fight not amongst ourselves, but against that which threatens to swallow Aevos whole. 

 

The Imperial Order of the Red Dragon was recently paid homage by an existence beyond our own, an ancient being, and an ally. When first I knew him, he called himself Sordran, and spoke fondly of humanity, and the perils that await our flock. A trueborn dragon, it extended an open palm to me, and wished for naught more than the restoration of the Pact of Horen between mankind and its kith – hear it then, humanity, that we face the enemy not alone.

 

Through his vast knowledge, we have gathered that ancient gates dot the land, many among them within the Empire, their seals in danger of being undone. And within, we have been told of unsightly beasts. Such a gate threatens the very Heartlands of our nation, rumored to be somewhere within the river that runs along the Imperial-Caurósi border. Before such a beast can release itself, we will stop the gate from opening. Our credible source speaks of it as a great calamity, one of many. 

 

Thus, I decree the first of many, an expedition shall be launched to confirm the validity of these claims, and to put an end to this threat to the Empire, and Aevos. 

 

Heed then, men of the Empire: 

 

☩ All knights, squires, and knight-errants of the Imperial Order of the Red Dragon must report to the Emperor immediately for the planning of the expedition.

 

☩ All imperial guardsmen are to mobilise and prepare arms for imminent expeditions to thwart the desecration of our continent by the hands of a cruel, false, self-serving entity.

 

☩ All vassal levies of the Empire will mobilise and meet at the Imperial Palace to discuss their duties pertaining to the threat we now face.

 

☩ All craftsmen of the Empire will report to the Lord Marshal and the Grand Knight to begin the immediate construction of all siege-works along the riverbank, a necessary precaution.

 

☩ All licensed mages are required to report to the Lord Marshal and the Grand Knight to support in the expedition. The degree of support they provide will be dependent on the sorcery they wield, be it to support the recovery of the soldiery, or on the frontlines themselves. 

 

✷ To all vassal lords;

 

☩ You are required to send your sons, if he is over the age of twelve, to the imperial guard for mandatory service to partake in the expedition to the gate. The only exception to this is: if your son is not fit and healthy, is already a part of a knightly order, or is a part of a levy. At the conclusion of the expedition, they will be able to return to their normal posts outside of the Imperial Guard.

 

☩ If there is any failure to adhere to this, the Imperial Order of the Red Dragon has been sanctioned to drag noble sons to the barracks.

 

 

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✷ To the Kingdom of Numendil;

 

It was by your insistence, my friend Anorhil, that you joined this Empire–now, once again, we are faced with risk: nature itself, and it not only threatens to crumble our walls and consume our peoples, but it dares risk humanity as a whole.

 

Mobilise the Radiant Guard to prepare for the expedition, and those of your knights, too. I will take a lack of attendance as a grave insult, and I have never known you to be that kind of man.

 

Should the pride of your people still be crushed by having joined the Empire, and would they rather face this threat to our existence alone then let it be so. However, I trust your people, and you, as their King, would answer to the call of the Empire when the time is right. 

 

✷ To the Oyashiman;

 

Old friends, I ask now for your assistance. Send one ship to our riverbanks, your technology is beyond our scope, which could prove instrumental in this fight. We have been informed that the beast chained behind this gate will turn the river into its hunting grounds should it break free. 

 

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This will be an ST event which is being hosted in relation to the map end antagonist. The event date is TBD. However, we will be meeting at the below date to discuss some plans and ideas based on the information we have.

 

Date: Sunday 29th of June 2025 @ 4PM EST.

Location: Imperial Palace - City of Grense

 

AVE IMPERIUM!

 

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H V M A N I T A S    I N V I C T A

“Für Gott und Kaiser,”

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Tiberias I of the House Horen, by the Grace of GOD, 

Emperor of Man, Holy Imperator, King of Burgundy, Seventis, Salvus, Renatus & Oren, 

Duke of Middelan, Helena, Lorraine, Sunholdt and Reutov, Protector of Grense, Protector of the Heartlanders, Patriarch of House Horen & the Tiberian Dynasty, 

Captain-General of the Church, Defender of the Faith.

 

BVRGVNDIA IMPERIVM

 

[blesseuropa 114]

Gedeon stood atop the polished bridge spanning between Grense and Alba, the mighty river running dark and sluggish, no longer choked with the bloated corpses of the reanimated dead or plagued by the raiding vessels of wild-heretics. It sat still, a silence not of peace, but of dread. That quiet was a wound. The fear that was found upon his allies' image being brought alive again. Only interrupted by the pain that lanced through his shoulders, barely dulled by the works of alchemists and medics. But in despite of his wounds, he stood proud.  The Empire had just risen, and it will not fall as swiftly as the nations it crushed under its boot. 
 

"The Emperor stands and the Imperium endures."

Edited June 29, 2025 by blesseuropa

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

The young Maya trudged through those muddied streets of the Karoslund, now almost entirely concealed beneath a blanket of heavy snowfall. There had been news, of her uncle's return from a battle fought amidst the ruins of New Valdev. Of chains and a mountain that was capable of shaking the very foundations of the earth itself. All things she had thought were mere stories, brought to life at her tender fourteen years.

 

No tears were shed, and no discussion of that dead kingdom was had beside the hearth that was so often kept alive within the Weiss homestead. Only talk of what they might do, to forestall this seemingly-indomitable foe. Just as Lady Erika had said, they could not hope to circumvent fate - those who tried, would find themselves tossed asunder.

 

They would persist, as always. Until the end.

[wolfdwg 2677]

It was on the eve of darkness on the outskirts of ruins of Valdev, the host of Man, headed by The Grand Knight of the Imperium and himself, Chaptermaster of the Black Dragon, Sir Arnault Honeywine, met with the Mountain's forces. It was there that the scale of the Daemon's Awakening was witnessed, and the harkening sounds of chains resounding the end of days.

It was there they were routed...



 

Sometime later...

"The descendants of Horen shall stand defiant against the apostate. It is in the almighty's light we shall rage against the darkness. And upon our spears shall a mountain be reduced to pebbles." Sir Arn Honeywine, Chaptermaster of the Black Dragon would comment before a hall of soldiers, "The Empire needs Heroes..."

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A known religious zealot and supporter all iterations of the Empire of Man continues tinkering with various chunks of anorum dumped upon the deck of her ship.. The letter is read to her by a member of her crew. With a sigh, she readies herself for duty.

[Islamadon 9158]

A Samurai steeples his fingers as he absorbs the Imperial Decree . . .

To the Shugo he would request that the HANAZUKI DESTROYER  be sent to the Empire in an expeditionary capacity, for it was the most battle-hardened and slick of Scattered-Sun Steamers.

[Navigator 4260]

Hadrian August confusedly scratched his chin at the shot fired at Lotharia;

"Did we not rally for this exact purpose, like, quite literally today?"

[Frisket 4538]

Vivien looked to her pupils and fellow Mages as she nodded 

 

“Rally the Magi!!!”

 

@SimonItorp@Johann@Zakajaervi

 

(those who are in the imperial mages as well)

[Based1Salmon 758]

"And so my sons march to war" 
A man says sitting at the head of a broken table, shards of crystal and glass being the only subjects he gazed upon as he looked over the ruined dining hall of his old Seat. Holy Ser Peter Rovare, the Count of Stirland, and a Father, looked at the portrait of his family, torn by the shrapnel of the Earthquake before he stands and leaves the room, going to sit upon the Oaken Throne and look upon the gathered folk, brought back to the injuries he had spent hours tending in the aftermath of the first attack. 

"My people, my vassals, my friends, and my family. The Kaiser has called us to arms, for the safety and security not just of the Empire, but fir all of God's Domain. Let us show the spawn of hell, that the Banners of Stirland shall never fall" He says as he quietly wonders how many before him he had sentenced to death. 

[tadabug2000 4918]

Lucrezia Rovare held close to her friend, and Bluecloak Page Aviel. Her leg held a dull ache of pain, bandaged from her earlier strife. She clasped onto the delivered Edict, growing faint as she read the words, the use of her legs leaving her as she crumpled to the ground - hand having fallen away Aviels arm. Her wound re-opened, but her worry was on her family, her friends. "Oh, my brothers.."  Her fear, it thudded against her throat, battling to escape.

 

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Lucrezia Rovare held close to her friend, and Bluecloak Page Aviel. Her leg held a dull ache of pain, bandaged from her earlier strife. She clasped onto the delivered Edict, growing faint as she read the words, the use of her legs leaving her as she crumpled to the ground - hand having fallen away Aviels arm. Her wound re-opened, but her worry was on her family, her friends. "Oh, my brothers.."  Her fear, it thudded against her throat, battling to escape.

 

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Aviel's face went pale and was wrought with anxiety as he read the Imperial Edict over Lucrezia's shoulder. As the Highlander lad felt the Lady Rovare crumple and he dropped with her, holding her in a hopefully comforting embrace, not just her but himself as well. Not only would Lucrezia's brothers be sent to face this insurmountable threat, but himself as well.
"I'm gonna do m' best t' stay alive, I've got too much t' live fer. An' I'll try m' best t' make sure yer brothers an' pa make it out alive." The Helfgott told the noble girl, looking to her with his ocean-hued gaze. A storm of anxiety festered within his youthful orbs, yet there was a flicker of COURAGE.

[Monty Cobra 921]

Aurus Greye blinked calmly as Karoslund and Lotharia caught petty strays in the missive. "If I was the Emperor of Man during the literal apocalypse I think I would focus on working together instead of spending my time slinging insults. We are all in this together, for better or for worse, and a mindset of unity will give us all a better chance of survival."

[Werew0lf 24180]

Hadrian Tiberias watched onwards as the imperial guard, and the dragon knights departed swiftly. His attention turned momentarily to his father, and then, out towards a great, unwinding map of the Empire. 
 

“Ave Imperium.”

[BlauRps 545]

The Knight of Heaven, The Dawnservant, would look over the edict as he leaned against a wall within the borders of the Holy Imperium. His eyes looking over the missive several time before his hands shivered a bit before the black-armored knight recomposed himself and gave a soft sigh.

 

“Now is not the time to hide away from the world and focus solely on slaying the forces of Darkness. This entity threatens all Descendants and it is my duty to defend the innocent and pure souls of the Descendant tribes…”

 

He spoke to himself before pushing himself from the wall and made way to make his preparations.

[Wavey 2568]

The Malfeasant flames had reached the town of Stefanyov first. The destructive aftermath was evident from the smokes that rose above the highlands . It was there that He made a vow to uphold his oaths to the Emperor. After all, it was the imperium that came to his defense.