KEEP ON TRYING, DON'T GIVE UP

[Werew0lf 24179]

 

 

Issued and averred by the office of the

IMPERIAL CROWN

 

 

✠ HEED, TO THE DWARVES AND ORCS,

 

Often it is spoken, by much of your own word, that the cycle of an Empire is broken by the hands of dwarven might. Perhaps, in truth, this is a curse that befalls men; it ensures a neutrality in the winds of the world, a fair balance amongst the populace.

 

Yet today, I can speak it confidently: the curse is broken. The cycle is doomed not to repeat. It is quite unfortunate that we had once grown as token friends; to the king who gifted me an armour of his own crafting, and in return, we spoke fondly. Though, you made a silly and rapacious judgement melded by the hands of ignorant advisors. 

 

Dwarven hubris can only go a long way, you see. I made it fair for you, did I not? I even invited you with a time and location for my raid, but still, you did not attend. You fell to our imperial strength, and let me burn the fields of Cerulia as it stood without their king; is a lord not to protect their vassal?

 

Instead, you hid behind gates in your capital-throne – it did not even take much to hold your line, combined of both urukim and dwarves. For the most part, the knights of Idunia, the samurai of Kurai-Kuni, and a small fleeting number of imperial knights comprised by the stalwart leader of Sir Arn Honeywine & Calias II – the man you seek dead – had ensured your people could not even leave past the gates. Vander and Sir Frederick Euler held the line and order throughout all of this.

 

With each movement, you flinched.

 

With each word, you bawled.

 

And when we tore through your gates and spread your blood across the floorboards, all you could do was cry heartlessly at the screams of your dead. And what now? Write your posts, ‘oh, how could you fight alongside Hadrian the Mad! He shall kill all! He is evil!’ or ‘The Empire is evil! Vassals of the Empire, raise your arms in uprising!’.

 

Hear this: men have been united, they are stronger, and soon, this continent shall stand together as one. 

 

I only offer this one branch of peace to the dwarves: send me a letter, and we may discuss surrender. I will be fair and honest, for it was not us who aggressed upon you, but it was you who aggressed upon us. If not, we shall ensure your end alongside the urukim; there will be no protectorate, all will be razed. Consider your options well. 

 

The bravery of our men shall not end here: you shall see steel from the Idunian knights, you shall hear the roars of the Kurai-Kui samurais, and the axes of Norland shall bludgeon your scalps. The elves of Caurost will be swift, and each throat will be cut, laid bloody. 

 

War is not yet over. 

 

Keep on trying, don't give up.
 

 

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, Hadrian I of the House Horen, by the Grace of GOD, 

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

Duke of Middelan, Helena, Lorraine, Sunholdt and Reutov, Baron of Pestilles, 

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

 

OOC:

Spoiler

Good fight. 

 

Learning to lose is a part of the game. Take a chill pill!

 

[wolfdwg 2677]

✠

 

The Grand Knight led the push into the Urguani heartlands. He led the armies of Man and Malin into the stone deeproads. It was before the vast gates of Urguan that battle was had. Many of the defenders of this Coalition that called for his head and his Imperial Majesty's abdication lay dead, dying, or scattered. The banners of the Mountain were tossed into the ravine, and the banners of the Dragon were raised over the gates of Urguan. 

 

"They call for mine head, yet it still sits on my neck. Alas none can fell the Badger of Midden. For I shall lay low any foe, mine Emperor demands." Sir Arn in reflection of the Sack of Urguan.

 

"AVE IMPERIUM"

 

[Lenny 1615]

«Yippie» Argelion cheered

[ferdaboy 3472]

A SQUIRE FELL TO HIS KNEES, TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE AS HE CELEBRATED THE VICTORY HE CERTAINLY FOUGHT FOR.

[KBR 2046]

The Count of Metz handed his blooded lance to his ward Valentin Burgundy. "Young Valentin, it is a good thing you've got to experience fighting some people of your own size. Striking down three dwarves is an accomplishment, you've learned well." @Nectorist

[Malta 2811]

Misha, Elf of nowhere in particular, cheers as the Imperials crush hundreds of dwarves before his very eyes. "Holy shit!"

[Cryothane 809]

"Peace and Love." Murmurs a Squire.

[Cryptic 549]

Gundahar von Berkhoven stood drenched in the blood of orc and dwarf alike, the spoils of a hard-fought and decisive victory clinging to his armour and blade. As the war host marched beneath the gates of the fallen capital, he lifted his gaze to the banners overhead, a rare and resolute smile breaking through the grime of battle. Steel rang as he raised his weapon in salute.

 

"AVE IMPERIUM!" the Guardsman proclaimed, his voice echoing through the conquered streets like a victory hymn.

 

With deliberate care, Gundahar wiped his blade clean, letting the remnants of the enemy spill onto the stone below. His thoughts turned not only to triumph, but to the men beside him — his brothers-in-arms of the infantry, the very division in which he had fought. They had held their ground with discipline and patience, unmoved by fear, and when the call was given, they surged forward as one. That push had broken the enemy line and marked the true turning point of the battle. Pride settled firmly in his chest, not for himself alone, but for the company he stood among.

 

Turning from the city, Gundahar set his sights forward once more, already marching toward the next command set before him by the Emperor.

 

“Squireship is close,” he said at last, his voice steady with certainty, and without pause, he pressed onward.

[MonteGiant 891]

 

Victory. Victory was achieved…    Rodrigo stood within the capital city of Urguan, his macana drenched in the blood of his foes. One after another, they fell by his invincible hands, the Tawantinsuyin Templar invigorated with each fallen Uruk and Dwarf. The cheering cries would fill his ears, and with each raised spear and blade, the Templar would jump upon their hands, calling out to the Huaca who blessed him with his radiant vigor.    “ALALA! HATUNCHAY MANKO CAPAQ!”   The Warrior would look upon the fallen Uruks…   And Flay Them All.   For the Uruks deserve nothing else.   All Uruks must Die.

 

[Sandman_Plays 659]

{!} Ser Caspian Beowulf Colborn III, walked from the cave in which he wasn't sure he would ever emerge from, bloodied, dirty and covered in stone, he simply mounted his steed, rallied the remaining Idunian Knights and headed home. 

"Well fought" was all he offered.

 

[wowj 9747]

Saburo had battled much this battle, running back and forth alot.

[Nectorist 12869]

Just now, KBR said:

Sir Lothar handed his bloodied lance to his ward Valentin Burgundy. @Nectorist

Where before the battle, the lance may have caused Valentin to crumple to the ground, having emerged from it victorious, with a kill to his name, he now lifts it abreast as he walks to a nearby stream so it may be cleaned.

[pkdon 1977]

“It seems they could not handle the charge, perhaps their swords were too low down?”  Prince Marcus remarked to his father

[Metamancy 1759]

Spoiler

heh, nice

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

Karl Marius rode, merrily, alongside his fellow man! He returned with five extra sets of platemail, and two extra quivers of arrows.

 

Spoiler

this map is so beautiful