SONS OF HOREN

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FILII HORENI

 

 

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A half-century of Imperial dominion over the world in satisfaction of the House of Horen’s heavenly mandate to rule held the power to shatter all sectarian loyalties to lesser polities of Man. A potential unfulfilled. And yet, in such fashion not seen since the days of the Ninth Empire, His Imperial Majesty Tiberias I Horen has called from Man a stock of Imperial crownlanders who no know king but him; who know no realm but Imperium; and who know no God but the one true God.

 

 

The native population of the Imperial Crownlands was, at first, an influx and a melting pot of refugees, settlers, and soldiers; the latter has since dominated the culture of Grense, and then Rittersburg. There is no greater patriot, and no patriot sooner to take to arms, then, than the Imperial who knows no king at all, and who knows only Emperor.

 

Lords and ladies who would rather grow their own realms and bellies fat with the produce of the common man cry ‘Ave Imperium’ with only a morsel of the timbre that any trueborn son of Horen does. Among the loudest criers find ye the toughest hands, and in the toughest hands, the most tempered steel, blessed by Dragonsblood.

 

In the flight of Man from His sail from Aevos was the Empire thrust into instability, short of coin, short of men, and short of hands. The Lords forwent their oaths, and paid no coin to the Majesty of the Crown, and the corrupt bureaucrats who oversaw the idling and sloth that allowed Orsathiael ground into the Heartlands thought to repeat their trick. The peasantry knows no corruption, they know only their hoe, and to plough.

 

Here, when the Imperium called for a hand as their arms flailed in the swirling current of debt and dereliction, here they found their salvation not in banners and crowns, but by that eternal right to rule: sword and shield. Patriots and servants disillusioned with the sedition and insurrection of their supposed fellow Man had no choice, then, but to band together and take action.

 

 

PER FIDEM IMPERII

BY FAITH IN EMPIRE

 

There is no greater mission in life, or death, for any Horenson than to serve the house that birthed his race. A son of Horen is to serve, principally, in three pillars of thralldom:

 

• DOMINION
  • The Filli Horeni exist to serve, to the best of their abilities, as material extensions of the Emperor’s divinely prescribed will. The moral compass of the Sons of Horen is that of their Emperor’s rule.
• SANCTITY
  • The Filli Horeni exult in service to the Emperor, seeing it as a moral obligation of every man and woman to lay their lives down before the savior and leader of all Man. Deviation, hesitation, and refutation in service is treason, to be met with death.
• ACTION
  • The Filli Horeni act in the interest of the preservation of the Mandate of Humanity to rule over all. Every and any violation, or potential threat to that mandate, is to be acted upon in accordance with the preservation of the house of Horen’s dominion over Man, and all land.

 

IMPERIUM IS A MACHINE OF SERVICE THAT MUST BE CONSTANTLY OILED WITH THE BLOOD OF ITS DISSENTERS. THE SWEAT OF PATRIOTS WILL FUEL THE INDUSTRY OF DOMINION. THE TEARS OF ITS ENEMIES WILL TRAIL BEHIND IT.

 

BY FAITH IN THE EMPIRE IS MANKIND SAVED.

 

 

PER FIDEM IMPERII.

AVE IMPERIUM.

 

 

LET THE FAITHFUL MAKE THEMSELVES KNOWN TO THE FAITHFUL; LET HIS MAJESTY’S FAITHFUL CALL OUT, AND THE EMPEROR’S FAITHFUL WILL ANSWER.

 

ACT WELL, AND TRUE TO HIS WILL, O’ THOU SON OF HOREN. LET THY BRETHREN FIND THEE.

 

 

H V M A N I T A S    I N V I C T A

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.

 

P E R  F I D E M   I M P E R I I

 Dario Vedra,

Corporal, Legio II ‘Vander’,

Squire of the Order of the Red Dragon,

Sworn Sword of HIH Titus Alexander Horen
 

 

P E R  F I D E M   I M P E R I I

 Sir Leofric Renai,

Knight of the Order of the Red Dragon,

Lieutenant of Blackwyrm Company.

 

 

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