The Banners Are Called ''we March!''

[Sultan 3953]

Godfrey Leans, on the balcony on the highest tower, in the Black Keep on looking the land in front of him, images and thoughts of Oren start racing through his mind visions and dreams betrayal and weakness, he turns around quickly his eyes narrowed, his teeth closed on each other as he scrapes them on each other.

He lets out a bellowing shout, as he rushes down the steps banner men hearts start to shake as they see the rage in him, but do not dare and look at him, as he walks by the straighten up and stomp their feet in the ground as a salute. He shouts at the top of his lunges ‘’SQUIRE!’’, his squire scurry’s towards him, bowing as far as possible his voice is shaking in fright as if the young lad would piss himself. ‘’Bring forth my War Armour and my Sword, now boy hurry hurry!’’ He walks into his throne room, he looks around to see the familiar faces of his court, as he walked in people were speaking and gossiping with each other, as he walking everyone was silenced even the breeze stopped as if time itself stopped. He stops at the step on the foot of his throne and looks back to the door way, no one dares look into his eyes, in their mind thoughts start to play and dance around they do not know what his plans are what he is thinking. Squire walks in with the War Armour, their eyes widen as they know what is to come, he raise his hands to make them equal to his shoulders, as the squire slides onto his neck and lays it on his shoulders, then he brings the breastplate, and opens it closing it around his chest and upper body, and strapping it on, laying on his pauldrons and Gorget, he then places the lance-rest, couter, and vambrace, lower he rounds the lasses on his waist, further he goes and straps the cuisses poleyn and greaves finally he slides on his sabaton. He takes his belt which holds his bastard sword, and straps it around his waist. Squire bows his head, and steps back slowly. Finally Godfrey Lays his Crown on his head, and looks towards the royal scribe..

‘’Call my banners’’ Godfrey says the scribe bows his head’’ Your Majesty how many of your banners doth thou require?’’ the scribe says, ‘’All of them! Now send the ravens to the four corners of my Kingdom!’’ Scribe hurries off to the tower, and starts to write the scrolls for each Duke, Count, Baron Knight and so on. Hundreds of Ravens fly out of the black keep. After some time, the fields across Arthor, Furncestock Pruvia, and Marna, Are filled with different banner tens of thousands of men, campfires tents.

Godfrey Rides through the camps as he reaches the Royal Tent he sees a large assembly of nobles. Stopping his horse a young boy runs up and holds the reins as Godfrey descends, he walks in his armour shines in the sunlight the engraved Sigil of House Horen clearly visible on his breastplate, The Dragon Rampant on one side, while on the opposite side the Griffin Rampant, In the middle sits the Crown Of Horen. The nobles, gather at large table in the middle sits the map of the known world, Castles, forts, cities towns and villages, marked clearly across it, the first to speak up was the bold Prince Richard. ‘’Our most Great and Pious King, If I may request that you humble your most loyal servant and brother with answer if it pleases my Lord, why are we gathered here, to serve you my King, of course, but I ask to what end, my dear benevolent King.’’

Godfrey looks onto his brother, a smile appears on his face as he speaks ‘’O dear courage’s, most humble loyal brother, I have gathered these men, these armies and, thou nobles, for we march to retain what is ours, our glory and to lay rest the feeble mongrels that have long plagued my ancestors. And to root out the human nature that destroyed our former Kingdoms vile, the roots that ruled aye after Daniel, but we also must look into the causes that let them falter. What say thee of men that make themselves Kings, Lords and men that make cities, towns and villages without a Royal divine hand to rule over them, what say you of guilds of filth that swear to no one but to themselves, they call it liberty independence but truly it is only the downfall of nations. Furthermore, it is not liberty nor independence it is corruption greed and lust for power and wealth for title and claim over land and men they do not have right over! They only drain resources men and power from the true Kingdom of Mankind, the Kingdom Of Horen! God has ordained me on this most holiest of wars the holiest of conquests. The Church has blessed, the people have settled, our armies are ready, it is time to make them listen, it is time to subdue our curse it is time to end it once and for all, I shall not let them leech onto us any longer, I shall cut them off and suck the blood that they leached out of them with my sword, I shall give warning yes, I shall parlay, I shall listen to their words, and I shall give them a chance to repent their sins and come to their true minds and fold their arms, and let their mother embrace them if they do not submit to us, alas they shall be crushed, as worms. The whole assemble bow their heads, as Richard shouts ‘’Long live King Godfrey!’’ The men shout after him ‘’Long live the King!’’.

Godfrey raises his palm for silence, ‘’Lord Hawk what are the reports that I commissioned to thee three months ago?’’ Lord Hawk reveals himself from the shadows pulling back his cloak as he speaks under the cloth that covers his lower face and mouth ‘’My liege we have scouted all our borders, it seems the northern border hath the most of these leeches’’ He points to the locations as he speaks. Godfrey Nods, ‘’Lord Baron Loken, how gose our war supplies?’’ Magnus bows his head, ‘’Your Majesty as of late I have brought to the Kingdom much Steel and Plate, as you most generously offered much coin for the purchase of such items’’

Godfrey Nods again, ‘’Count Therving how fair our rations and food supplies also how is our mines, have you struck resources?’’ Count Therving Bows, his head ‘’Aye my lord, we have struck the needed resources it is plentiful your most gracious advice to mine the Pruvian Mountains was most divine, our food supplies fair greatly sire we have much food, for not only one war but we can continue one war after another if we spend one hundred years in war, our food supplies would not run out!’’ Smiles at the Count, ‘’Very well my Dear friends, we march, none shall stop us!’’

‘’Prince Richard, Duke Westfall and Count Flay thou and thy bannermen and banner houses, shall compose the western army, Prince Richard shall be the commander of the army. Grand Marshal Tarus, Duke Furnecstock Duke and Duke Lycian you shall compose the eastern army under the command of the Grand Marshal. Both armies shall march parallel then they shall split off one to each northern corner they shall march, until they meet up, they shall bring forth anything that stand in their way into the nation, if the people of the cities, towns and so on wish to not fight then they shall join peacefully, we shall allow them and they shall be treated with respect and unharmed nor them nor their homes, if they do not then they are to be crushed. Now go and assemble the army's, information for me to inspect them and give my word to the men. I shall also personal be in these battles. Furthermore I shall ride towards battles with a company of one hundred heavy cavalry aiding were needed.’’ While he was speaking he was moving small oak army's pieces representing the Western and Eastern Army’s. He starts to walk outside, while the Nobles follow him outside, going to off to their camps and readying the troops.

Within a few hours the camps are no more and the army's have formed in front of him. He rides up and down the lines with his horse, followed by three banner holders, one holding the banner of House Horen, the other holding the Banner of Renatus and the Third holding the Banner of Salvus. He stops in the middle of the two lines, on a small hill, as he looks towards his armies, he feels a sense of pride and blessing he prays silently to God before he raises his head, his eyes filled with fire as he speaks his voice is deep and hardened.

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‘’God Is Great, God is Great, God is Great!

There is no Deity but God!

The remains of glory are burning us.. And open its wound in us...

And its memory speaks tenderly to us.. Oh! Where are thee Courageous?..

Oh! Where are those who.. If death calls they will come..

And who when the Banner is calles upon them.. They will answer its call happily..

They brought the transgression down.. Conquerd and humiliated it..

And lead the world's procession.. Through civlizations and generations..

And they pushed forward the Hertical Leechers.. Like ignorant flocks..

And they were like they had always been.. The Lions guideing the cubs..

But we came to destroy these glories.. And we did not care about our past..

And we did not care about a histroy.. Rich with honour, power and ability..

And we submitted to the Leechers.. Begging those who are low..

Gasping after their steps.. Confused and submissive..

No, never will they be nor shall we be.. Unless we go like heroes..

And never live in humiliation.. Fearing the Viles of today..

So rise up and take off the cuffs of Leechers.. And slap whoever assaulted..

For this glory is depending on.. The blood of the man of God when it flows..

The remains of glory are burning us.. And open its wound in us...

And its memory speaks tenderly to us.. Oh! Where are thee Courageous?!’’

He stops for a moment, at first he does not hear anything even though he sees the men raising their spears and swords, it seems as if he blocked off all sounds, coming to him, then all of a sudden he hears them their cries, screams and shouts. As they bang their swords on their shields, they chant ‘’We are thou Courageous!’’

‘’He raises his palm as the lines fall silent one more. He looks towards the men, as he swallows his slava.

Now!! It's time for it to return.. And shake the corners of the world..

Written by the persistence of our brave soldiers.. On our flag flapping up high..

Carved on the face of history.. As well as on the Leechers foreheads..

That we, Horens soldiers.. No one like us in the whole of humankind..

We will never be humiliated nor brought down.. No, We will never fear death..

Towards them we are crawling.. With our shrouds wrapped around our heads..

With our horses neighing like thunder.. Ridden by the sons of lions..

Their blood was shed generously and willingly.. Hoping to please The Most Generous (God)

NO! It will never be the same for them (The Leechers).. No matter how long it seems..

They will be shown great humility.. And bear witness for it O' history!!’’

As he finishes he rears his horse backwards, as rears his horse, letting it stand on its hind legs, unsheathes his sword, and starts to wave it in the air. As he rides forward, and rides back and forth from the end of one army to another, Raising his sword as he does saw.

The men cheer ‘’For God, King And Country!’’ ‘’For Horen!’’ ‘’Long Live The King!’’

Godfrey Stops in front of the two armies, and turns his horse so they are at his back, and he looks back ‘’Now we march to Glory!’’ The Drums and Fifes of war are played, as the army's march.

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[Sultan 3953]

(PS this is for upcoming conquering of villages towns, city's etc near Renatus, also there shall be diplomacy between Renatus with each place, we attack before we do. And this is for you Gaisu <3)

[Juvens 199]

((very nice job, althought I'm not fully finished right now. so far it is very very very good!))

[Seventh / Ryan 93]

*The Prince rides alongside his kinsmen, drawing his blade a screaming*

"Long live the King, long live the King!"

[bad. Ass.]

--Seventh

[Cosmik 220]

[Peter Chivay 2494]

*grins widely, a detachment of Silverblade Bannermen behind him. After the speech, Peter lifts his axe, the men behind him, following suit, with their weapon of choice.*

"Long live the king! Long live Renatus!"

*A bellowing chant follows, as the men scream out. Energy and triumphant screams fill the air. Soon after, the men continue to scream, Peter lowers his axe, tucking an arm near his torso and bowing in the general direction of the nobles.*

"Long live the king..."

[Scipp3r 451]

*watches as a runner from the crown lands sprints to Florin Castle. The Runner quickly takes one of the many scrolls and hands it to Lord Marshal Denims. Patrick nods and rides on his camel back to his men to share the news.

"Men, the time has come! Saddle up and make camp on the edge of Corpathia."

[HappyShackles 886]

((Yesssss))

Count Lorethos Basileus stands before his bannermen, being sure they are suited for combat. He grunts under the weight of his blackened armor decorated with the Basileus sigil on his chest plate. A shield with a vertical sword pointrd down, crossed midway down the blade by a horizontal crescent moon.

"I may be naive to the ways of noblemen, but I know war. We shall purge these leeches, in the name of His Majesty and Horen and God!"

[Braxis 813]

*Braxis on his horse looks upon the horizion with Captain peter behind him and the Bannermen of house Silverblade behind him*

"If the King wills it Our Blades shall run through enemies of the crown and country! The Blades of Silver shall be the last thing the Heretics and heathen shall see before the light dooms them all to the nether! For Honor and Glory for Renatus For the King!"

*Chants "Long live the king" with the other Soldiers*

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Lord Marshal Artorus Elendil rides ahead of the Westfall levies, smiling. He is proud to see his nephew leading a great force, and he is also celebrating the fact that he leads the Westfall banners.*

[Judoc 3]

*Oseric stands amidst the crowd, having heard word of this noble conquest*

Long live the King! For God nad country! Crush those who do not answer to the divine rule of Horen's line!

*This will be a chance for him to prove his loyalty to Renatus, and bring honor upon his fledgling house/family.*

[lugarthecougar 57]

*Marching behind Count Braxis Silverblade, Bannerman Balian Guivret strings his bow and makes one last check to make sure his quiver is full. Placing the bow in the leather carrying case strapped to the back of his plate he looks ahead and mutters..*

"Finally, we march to action.. A chance to test my bow against the flesh of these heretics.."

[Coaster 2086]

*August watches the gathering, to his sides the red and yellow banners of House Flay, the sigil of a man being skinned alive. They fight the wind, but stand resolute regardless. He watches in silence, as the bannermen of House Flay behind him lazily watch the rally, sharpening their blades and telling gruesome war stories. He raises his fist, causing a mutter and leading to silence, the cruel men listen.

"We will fight, and kill, maybe even die fer dis man, Godfrey. He may not be yer King, but he is mine, he helped me in my time of need, and for dat, I am indebted te him. Ye men are loyal te me, er so I like te think, but te make Renatus strong is te make House Flay strong, and dat is somefin I know we all wish te see..."

*A grumble of assent ripples through the crowd, the men begin to stand, although others prefer to sit*

"War is somefin' we all know, da killin' o' another bein', is somefin we all know. But do we know da concept o' loyalty, service, da pride o' military merit? I think not. Ye men come from all bounds o' Asulon, from different backgrounds, but I know da qualities o' dose I surround myself with. Dis day, and da days te follow however, let us be reborn, not as simple soldiers o' fortune, but soldiers o' Renatus!"

*The assembled men of House Flay all stand, a occasional shouts resonating through the crowd*

"We are hated by much o' Renatus, and in sum cases, fer gud reason. House Flay will never know honor, da concept means nofin te' most o' us. Den let us understand glory; glory o' battle, glory o' camaraderie, and glory o' victoreh! Hear me men o' House Flay! Our time te prove ourselves as great warriors has come! Let us march in da fields, da marshes, and da cities, trampling our enemies underfoot! Blood fer coin we say, but I say, let da strong crush da weak!"

*The men burst into a roar of approval, weapons raised in the air, feet stamping, and shields banging*

"So dat all men know...we are not te be reckoned with..."

[ayresalex 517]

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[lordchaos13 2]

I shall be marching under the house of tarus but when will the first battle be?