On the Perfidious Renatus

[IvIorwenna 148]

 

ON THE PERFIDIOUS RENATUS

Hadrian the Mad revels in delight as he watches Azuras aflame in ruin.
 

LISTEN carefully, Children of Horen. As Hadrian the Mad holds your myriad peoples hostage on the back of a horse that he refuses to hold to its reigns, he steers you closer each passing moon towards your inevitable destruction. His thirst for blood shall nay be sated until the land herself is drowned in sanguine stain. For last month, it were Uruk. And last week, it were Mali. Today, it is Dwedmar. Who next, shall it be? The ‘Dun, likely to be followed by the Farfolk. Do not grow too complacent in the lap of Hadrian, valorant Oyashiman. Nor should the Qali who furnish the peoples of the heartland with such lavish and exotic finery. For when they too, are gone, who shall the Emperor demand to answer for the so-called crimes of another? The Empire speaks but one language, deals in but one currency, and answers to but one master. That language is Murder. That currency is Death. And that master is known by many names, but known to every tribe. Iblees. Khorvad. Shayatin. Hadrian claims descendance, as his fathers before him, from the line of Horen. Should the genealogy be made public, I believe there will be many questions that the public will have for the throne. For this so-named ‘Empire’ is in truth the Kingdom of Renatus, a shambling corpse that wears the skin of its betters, of Oren, as a mask to conceal its true nature. And as Hadrian the Mad looses his grip on this ghoul’s reins, it swings wildly, groping desperately for the taste of flesh, to wet its tongue on the blood of any it may yet devour. And from its bowels, shall all be expelled into the deepest pit of despair, lest it is slain before such tragedy comes to pass. Do well to guard yourself, your countrymen, your kin, your children from the wild beast that calls itself Humanity. For it is no such thing, and it will destroy every last one of us before admitting such a truth.

- A Concerned Citizen

[Islamadon 9158]

"Hadrian the Mad . . . Mad Lad Hadrian . . . Mad Dog Hadrian . . . all are noble monikers." uttered a valorant Oyashiman.

[lemonke 6014]

A Oyashiman of Liberation detached from politics and the likes of Kurai would read the missive with curiosity. It'd be stored inside her sleeve before going off to try and find the individual who wrote this.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

A goblin vibes with fellow non-Humans in Petra.

[Tide1 4535]

2 hours ago, IvIorwenna said:

Kingdom of Renatus

 

"He is the King of Renatus." said the King's father, and laughed something fierce. "That is a very important part of being the Emperor of Man."

[TheCoolestYoukai 43]

A young Yosei read the missive from atop a blue-tinted tree, and memories from years past began to return. He remembered the isolation, he remembered cold stares where warmth should be, he remembered what they asked of him when he sought guidance.

 

"Shoot her."

 

He remembered the endless downpour, the tremble in his hands, and the future he lost when he refused. He remembered a time when he thought Kurai-kuni was an escape for his people, an escape from the cruelty of the Shogun, instead they had fled one regime to establish another one. And now they stood alongside those that wish death on his kind, those that wish death on his friends, those that would want to take away everything he cares for.

 

He would be silent no longer.