WOE UNTO THE WITCH KINGDOM

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Edict of Purification

The Witch Kingdom of Rimeglen

 

THE ROT THAT CORRUPTS SHALL BE CLEANSED

ᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾᛊᛏ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚾᚷ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ

 

 

Issued by HIGH-KING HARALDR, on the 11th of SÓLSMÁNAÐR, IAÁ ASKR AR 596, AGE OF DRAGONFYRE; 

 

 

PREAMBLE

 

Heed all who read this, for a vile bastion of rot has made claim to the Allfather's land. A self-proclaimed "Kingdom" has emerged in the frosty mountains not far from our own capital and seeks to wage total destruction upon our people.

 

Within the cold forests lies a banner of black and purple that represents this rot known as the Witch Kingdom of Rimeglen and proclaims itself a land "of the dead, for the dead". There is no attempt to hide what they are or who they are. They are the risen and the resurrector and they have come to take what is ours.

 

This rot cannot be allowed to fester any longer. They have threatened us with war, so in turn, we will give them war and purge this disturbing Kingdom.

 

Therefore, let it be decreed that the law of King Odin Av Freysson Ruric is in full effect upon reading this missive.

 

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

as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders,
Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric,

 

Henceforth order this declaration of war delivered. 

 

CONTENTS

1. CLEANSING OF THE WITCH KINGDOM OF RIMEGLEN
2. ANNIHILATION OF ALL GRENDEL
3. DESTRUCTION OF THE KINGDOM
4. CONCLUSION

 

CLEANSING OF THE WITCH KINGDOM OF RIMEGLEN

The Kingdom of Norland shall march upon the Kingdom of Rimeglen and destroy all traces of undeath, being and altar alike. It will be purified in great detail and all corruption will be uprooted.

 

Thus do we summon;

 

• Any and all available smiths and alchemists, foreign or native to the Kingdom.
• Any and all able-bodied men and women of the realm are summoned to be armed and prepared.
• Any others who seek involvement, may converse to the High-King, High-Keeper or a member of the host.

ANNIHILATION OF ALL GRENDEL

All who reside within the Witch Kingdom of Rimeglen are to be purged or otherwise purified with none left. There will be no mercy toward those who have sworn themselves to the utmost disgusting beings who dwell within the Long Dark.

 

DESTRUCTION OF THE KINGDOM

The destruction of their core will be paramount to uprooting this rot. All buildings that host these abominations will be razed to the ground.

 

• Any fort, keep or stronghold will be razed to the ground.
• Any barracks and outposts will be razed to the ground.
• Any altars or other such filth will be razed to the ground.

 

There will be no corner left untouched, no stone unturned.

 

CONCLUSION

You have situated yourselves upon the mighty Allfather’s land. This atrocity will not be forgiven and none of you will be afforded mercy. Your deaths will be swift and flame willing - final.

 

 

AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER,

 

HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric
as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders

 

HER EMINENCE, Sissel Freysdóttir av Ruric,

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

 

Scribed by,

Tossair Chirr’parir

Seggr of the Northern Host, Purifier of the Order of the First Flame

 

Spoiler

Saturday 7th Feburary, 4:30 PM EST

750, 47, -2330

 

The first of hopefully a long campaign for both sides, GG and have fun, look for more announcements from me and Kunuk on conduct during this.

[ichigomaster98 966]

Demon Deleter agrees with Valyris and Valentina on the sentiment: We're just gonna kill 'em.

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Eliska lifted her spear on to her lap and began using a whetstone to sharpen its blade. “Suffer not the grendel to live.” Spoke the Vargbane in a harsh tone. The upcoming war against the witch kingdom would be her first against the darkspawn ilk, but far from her last.

[Cepheid 4304]

1 minute ago, ichigomaster98 said:

Demon Deleter agrees with Valyris and Valentina on the sentiment: We're just gonna kill 'em.

 

"Steel and fire, it's an easy solution to a rather annoying infestation." Valyris mused.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

You march to your Death.

 

Away from the hateful Lies you tell yourself.

 

And into the loving embrace of our Truth.

 

Come, lost sons and daughters of Norland.

 

Let me show you what it means to truly Die.

[Samson Option 9652]

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

Spoiler

 

 

“The Norlandish sally forth on snow & ice!”

“Let them come, let them cast the dice”

“Let the blood in their veins boil & rise”

“It will pour & pool quicker when come their demise”

“Their flesh, flayed and slain, will keep upon the ice”

“We may have need for their dead host frozen until such time suffice”

“That we need them, if we need them, for our armies' supplies”

“Though I fear it sacrilege to slaughter so many of the Witch King's sons & dottirs”

“For he is the very father with which they raise as idol, yet think they can slaughter”

 

 

The former guerrilla warboss walked with a swagger that seemed much too fluid for his new form, of menhir stone, but reminiscent all the same of the arrogance of his former life. His soul-lantern-for-eyes bobbed up and down excitedly like a flame holding fast to a candlewick against the tundra gusts as he watched where sky met earth on that distant horizon beyond the Black Sepulchre.

[Mestvin 947]

"Time and time again, bright lies fall deaf upon faithful ears.

Tell me Norlanders...

Do your high leaders still revere Darkspawn in secret?

 

Matters not...

 

For you are already gone in the aengul's grasp."

[StokedOff 456]

The Ivory Shaman ate the missive.

[BoneChive 365]

Booming laughter rained down from that accursed castle of the North,

 

shaking marrow and echoing through the hollow ribs of afflicted evergreens.

"BAHAHAH!!"

"May this lot prove hardier than the last, lest I consign them to the ghouls' feast"

 

And so the thick mists of the North congealed, seeping into root and soil alike,

the lands below splitting to drink deep the blood of the unworthy.

 

[Shadeleaf 1021]

Deep in the Rime, shrouded by a cold miasma of undeath and blizzard alike would rest a corpse in a well-to-do chair. Surrounded on all sides with tomes and arcane writings, dead lungs would exhale long and hard. In front of the thing sat tally charts and missives - penned fresh by a hunched figure in the corner of the room - glorious calligraphy marking pages of 'inventory' set before it; purchase orders, requisitions, and authorizations sat before the corpse-mage.

 

"A full war then? They seek to march on our keep?"
A rattle of bones would be the only response from the ghoulish thing in the corner

 

"It has been some time I suppose, though... I can't say their efforts aren't commendable. In life too, I hunted darkspawn - they were a great scourge upon our lands, fitting I suppose I'm now to see the other side."
The ghoul would continue to scribble.

 

". . ."
Further scribbling

 

"Sometimes I feel as though our one sided conversations don't allow me to adequately convey my feelings on a situation without falling into monologue."
The ghoul would stop scribbling, flesh-stripped face of the level 1 skeleton warrior turning full-on towards Nazkorhus. It's bones would rattle with a shrug, as it would return to writing.

 

With some degree of resignation, the corpse-mage would stamp its foul mark upon each order after careful review - the bureaucratic nature of its evil hidden to most within and without the keep, through through its tireless work, the cogs of war would begin to turn.

[AechQQ 104]

Galbatorix laughed as he read the missive "Finally, some bloodshed in the Rimeglen. These mortals won't even breach the front gate." The Darkstalker then burned the paper, and went back to honing his Khor Blade.