[Siege] The Aenguls Cry, The Daemons Roar!

[Pudclud 32]

Clud sits down in his neat little room inside the Goldhand Mansion, reading this interesting and intriguing letter. Every single words he reads as he trails down the letter annoys Clud bit by bit. Clud takes a look inside his few chests, and is greatly displeased with the small amount of arrows he has stashed. As Clud readies himself for another trip to Kyral's palace, he mutters to himself a couple words.

"Bah, t'em necromantic bastards! T'ey probably adorn t'emselves in fancy robes o' fine silk, an' 'ave t'em nice gold staffs! T'is be madness! T'ey go 'round stirrin' shtuff up, an' probably killin' fine people like we be! T'ey shall all die, and we'll take all te loot t'ey 'ave, all o' it!"

[ayresalex 517]

*Jon Norsem rolls his eyes, gazing down at the message his page, Samael ran to him,

"M'lord! It seems we are to fight another battle."

Jon Norsem glances down, looking at his page, he ruffles his hair a bit, muttering,

"So it seems..."

He sits up from his camp stool with a groan, and exits his tent, he is embraced with the sounds of his men preparing for war, the blacksmiths hammering away common swords and spears, the shouts of serjeants organizing the recruits, the bannermen focusing on the whetstone, to give thier sword the edge to cut through anything. He laughs to himself, proud of what he has accomplished, and steps up on one of the many logs surrounding a camp fire. He was not adorned in knightly armour, but rather heirlooms of his fathers, his half brothers, and armour which he collected off his fallen foes. Not a gleam of silver or gold was on his body, something that Norsem took feirce pride in, he swells his chest, and shouts,

"Men!"

The bannermen stop thier tasks and slowly turn to Norsem, with grim detirmintation on each and every face.

"I cannot ask you to move mountains, and I will never command any of you such a task, however, he are going to be a busy fighting force it seems. As it seems that unholy necromancers want a fight with King Hightower! And we'll give 'em one! RIght after we go and kick those rebels arse's!"

The men erupt in a roar, and Norsem steps down from his "podium" looking down at Samael,

"Boy, tell King Hightower that the Black Eagle shall fly proudly next to his standard. We are going to war."

[Arkelos 1027]

[[Actually, they want a fight with Queen Kyral Ayre :3]]

[ayresalex 517]

[[Actually, they want a fight with Queen Kyral Ayre :3]]

Lystria? Wat. I read the thing three times. So confused

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Edit: Since he is going to war, I am going to war.

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs sits within his oaken and wick chair, staring forward. A man sprinting, a weary curl of his lips feigning a frown, he opens his hand, looking to Narea with a slight of disdain.

"Hmmm?"

He looks downward, a faint frown once more upon his curled lips, he sits within his chair, scanning the call.. Looking to Narea, saying in a slightly disgruntled tone

"Get the men. House Fireeyes is going to war!"

He sits within the chair for the slightest moment, his hand resting wearily upon his head, utterances and sighs coming betwixt his lips

"Oh how I wish I was not forced to bear the burden of old age.."

He sits within that old, wick chair. Only sighing. A slight trickle of tear coming from his eye..

[JCQuiinn 168]

Selina delivers a note to Kyral, written in golden ink, sealed with a golden seal. It informs her that the Clerics have pledged their support to her cause.

[Arkelos 1027]

[Warclaim updated]

[mmat 7460]

Drakad grins lightly after seeing Kyral's letter and skims through it before screwing it up and throwing it to his side. He then grabs a piece of parchment and starts scribbling on it whilst mouthing the words to himself. "Mi will try tu get da uruk war nation tu suuport diz klomp, if dat duz nub wurk den mi will try tu get togethar a warband uv willing urukz tu kuum agh azzist in da klomp aginzt deze buurz mojo uzers. Dey muzt be stupped. - Drakad" He then ties the note to a hawk, and sends it off to Kyral's palace.

[Roxforbraynz 251]

Fawl, Aelys's messenger owl flies overhead. He swoops down to Kyral and lands on her shoulder and gives her a message which is in his beak.

Queen Kyral

I have received your message on the war with the necromancers. I pledge the assistance of the Wilven Monks and the Hileia'Evarir to your cause as I see it as just. Through my vow of disallowing anyone to come to harm through my action or inaction I will join the battle myself as a field medic and archer.

We of the Wilven Sanctuary shall prepare and await word from you.

As always

-Aelys Silverstar, Head Monk

((Monks and Hileia'Evarir that wish to join this war may do so. Monk assistance confirmed.))

[Arkelos 1027]

[updated, will be ending the Recruitment phase of this siege by the end of NEXT Thursday. I am hoping to talk to Aleryn and hope to speak with a few more allies as well. After that we will begin choosing a timezone for each phase of the war. I will also then proceed with getting some RP things done. Hopefully by then we will have PVP fixed on the server should it not be fixed already.

Edited, had to make sure it was mentioned that it was NEXT thursday]

[Tee-Tree 22]

*A messenger knock's on Sanrion's door*

*Sanrion heads over to recive the letter*

*the messenger hands over the letter and goes about his way*

*Sanrion finish's reading the letter and decide's he will join in on helping solace in there war*

[Sairia 11]

A slender, blue haired elf walks into the center of the grand hall. She pauses to look around the room. Smiling as she see's Selina, she looks back to Kyral. in a serene tone she speaks.

This is a fight of necessity, to maintain the balance. It appears the influx of these necromances has subsided. It is only my thought that they know of the upcoming battle and they are preparing. So we must be ready as well.

Her face seems to drop as her tone hardens.

I am not sure as to my capability of being there, but you have Selina, a capable fighter. Nevertheless I will aid where I can, and will instruct the last of our warrior sect to accompany you as well.He is a capable fighter, his insight will be precious to you. This being said, The Ascended stand with you against this enemy.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Alexander Horen walks into Kyral's throne room, transplendant in his Black and Gold trimmed steel armor, a Griffen screaming on the front of his breastplate

He drops to a knee, his hair in a tight ponytail, he raises his head

"Queen Kyral, I am Imperial Prince Alexander Horen, Duke of Pruvia, High Inquisitor, and Knight of Oren and I will gladly fight for you in this battle. Let us bring these sinners and foul beasts to the Light. My only request is you let me share in the glory of this battle. Will you take me in this battle?"

He looks at her, conviction and strength in his eyes, with forgiveness deep within them

[Arkelos 1027]

Alexander Horen walks into Kyral's throne room, transplendant in his Black and Gold trimmed steel armor, a Griffen screaming on the front of his breastplate

He drops to a knee, his hair in a tight ponytail, he raises his head

"Queen Kyral, I am Imperial Prince Alexander Horen, Duke of Pruvia, High Inquisitor, and Knight of Oren and I will gladly fight for you in this battle. Let us bring these sinners and foul beasts to the Light. My only request is you let me share in the glory of this battle. Will you take me in this battle?"

He looks at her, conviction and strength in his eyes, with forgiveness deep within them

Kyral looks to Alexander Horen, smiling as she nods. "Welcome Imperial Prince. I would be honored to have you with me, if you wish to join me in this glorious of battles then I see that God wills it. So let it be known, I accept your offer in joining me in this fight. May Glory rain upon you."

[Roxforbraynz 251]

A new letter has been sent to Kyral via Fawl.

Monks and Hileia'Evarir who join this battle shall be acting of their own accord and shall not be considered representing either the Monks or the Hileia'Evarir. Those of us who join will be neutral and acting on our own for the betterment of Asulon.

-Aelys Silverstar, Head Monk