Peace By The Blade

[Mirtok 2853]

Mirtok sits upon his large throne, reading over many plans and intelligence reports for a suspected war. Already has he been given ultimatums, demanding that he hand over his entire lands and people to the corrupt, greedy, and evil house Flay. Already has the major powers in Renatus shown thier influence in his frozen fields, attacking Argos without reason, merely for the thrill of murder and the excitement of spilt blood on the faces of good men. He hears men marching up his stone steps and sees several of his Sariants pass the large windows that peer over Hansetian soil. "Sir! We have a squire boy with a message, he has requested that he be taken to you in order to receive the letter." Mirtok nods to the tall Orc, Maur, prompting him to release the boy and complete his task. With a stern gaze, Mirtok commands the boy to exchange the delivery with lion, whom upon receiving it checks it for tampering or threats and hands to Mirtok atop his throne. Mirtok then steps from his high position and descends down the steps and into his private store room. There he reads the contents of the letter . . .

"Negotiation is something I wish to discuss with you, Hochmeister. I am Count August Flay and I represent the Renatan Houses Flay, Loken, and Adelban. We will await you at the statues that indicate the road to your realm. Bring as many men as you wish.

Signed, Count August Flay."

After reading it over several times, Mirtok emerges from the small room. "Men, we go to The Maw! Dain, gather up the Wolverines and meet me there." The room packed with soldiers quickly becomes vacant as men shuffle out the door, strapping on their armor as they walked. All the while the men shouted in unison "King of the South!" and cheering with proud emotion.

Upon arrival to The Maw, the forces converged into a single mass of diamond and armor. "Together men, let us hear what the scum of Renatus have to say!" The Hansetians met the Flays and many heavily armored and well armed men between the two massive statues that once served as protectors to the realm. Their leader, August Flay initiated the negotiation, "We offer you a chance of survival, an opportunity to perhaps survive this war. I along with many houses do not care for Godfrey's goals nor his cause for holy conquest. If you care for the lives of your people you will accept what we put worth. We can offer you our removal from the war, at a cost."

Mirtok stood in front of the requesting men, silent, looking into each of the men's faces and studying their curious armor styles. "I cannot put a price on the lives of my men and my people, I can only submit myself to its protection. Their lives are worth more to me than the simple exchange of coin or resources to a defective group whom betrays their own King for the gain of material wealth." Just as he finished speaking, a few members of the Flays began to hum an old but familiar tune. As the notes hit Mirtok's ears and penetrated his memories, he was instantly reminded as to where such old hymns came from, their own battle hymns to honor the old and prepare to kill. Mirtok looked behind his shoulder at his men waiting idly by and then turned back to the Flays. Something ate at Mirtok's guts, provoking him make a call. "Men! Back to The Maw at once!"

Within seconds the Hansetians were behind thick steel doors, preventing the now turned hostile Flays entrance. They beat at the door and spat curses at Mirtok's men, all the while waving their sharpened swords in the air. They again attempted to leech away Hanseti's much needed resources to fund a promise Mirtok knew they would not keep.

Laughing at their attempts of deception and claimed danger for even trying a negotiation as such, Mirtok stepped forward and issued his promise to the Flays and all those whom wish harm upon Hanseti. "You can threaten us, destroy our homes and kill our good men, but you will not do so with ease. Hanseti will fight you all to its last breath, only silenced with a blade to the throat and run clean. You are all evil men with wrong motivation; Greed and power is all you seek and for as long as good people like us still thrive, you will have opposition. I will not allow the mad king Godfrey to claim another people for his trophy case of conquest, I will not allow scum like you to rule these fine lands of great history and heritage. You want war? We will give you war, in the name that is good, in the name the is just and in the name of defense for that is all you people have ever been, offenders. Hanseti has given you mercy at the blade twice and each time you rise up stronger and attempt to do away with us! HA! You can try again and you will face the same result, however, the kind men of Sam and Gaius are long since dead and I will make the call when the time comes.! Men leave these fools to rot in the cold, spitting their curses and brandishing their children's daggers! For tonight we drink the finest ale in Asulon, tonight we come together not as "The Wolverines" and "The Teutonic Order" but as Hansetians! And tomorrow we will prepare for a war that will change the very face of this new world forever, whether good succumbs to the might of evil or the just prevail over darkness and the fanatics are wiped from this world!" After his speech the large force of Hansetians shout all at once, " The King of the South! All hail the King of the South!"

[Mr_Boomer337 56]

All hail Mirtok! The King of the South!

*Firali MearnRaheal draws his blade and raises it in the air*

[Phog 150]

Dain sits in the small tavern underneath Wacter Stadt and stares into the crackling fire as he smokes his pipe. Another puff of smoke emanates from Dain's mouth as he reflects on the actions of House Flay. The audacity of the impudent Flays surprised Dain. He never would have thought that the bastards would have marched up to the gates of the Maw and demanded the tribute they did. The fact that these murderers and common thieves would even dare to think that they could make demands of the Sariants even makes Dain chuckle a bit. Dain finishes smoking his pipe and sets it on the table as he leans back in his chair to take a quick nap. As he drifts off to an uneasy sleep, Dain once more thinks to the coming war and mutters before he sleeps.

"All hail the King in the South!"

[The Lion 736]

Death before dignity. I will stand ready to hold back the rising flood should it come to our lands, I will take death before I bend a knee. King of the South!

[Guest Grey]

I will stand tall and proud and protect my master from the incoming enemies with all my brothers untill i'm put in a box and when i'm opening the gates to heaven. to watch and pray for them that there empire may last another 1000 years. i will not surrender, i will not fall, i will not dishonor the people and put every soul: my hochmeister, my brothers in arms the people of hanseti, I will put their lives above mine and fight for them to have a better future, for that i will fight, for that, i will die.

All hail the king of the south !!!

[Aandie 51]

"ALL HAIL TH KING OV TA SOOUTH! "

*Alek yells out while still sober, before taking down a few friends in ale drinking game while having his mask on and two followers covering his mistakes as he gets drunker and drunker as the game goes on. Upper part of the mask always staying on.

[Nononymous 306]

((Pretty accurate recollection of the event. Kudos to you OOCly :D))

[shields12347 133]

*Oor Farhammer pounds his chest with his fist*

"All Hail Mirtok! King of the south!!!"

[gabriel101x1 463]

*Oor Farhammer pounds his chest with his fist*

"All Hail Mirtok! King of the south!!!"

((Gane of Thrones.. But opposite position :D))

[ski_king3 0]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.