War Against The Dwarves!

[Jay Lenos 384]

*Many posters lay on the notice boards, walls, and large shops and buildings all around Duchies and Counties around Oren.*

It reads:

"On the day of Tolta, 17th of Suns Smile, Year 54 the Dwarven clan known as the Grandaxes marched into the private keep of Godfrey inside of Arethor. With there speech it has come apparent that they have declared war upon the Human Race. By official order of His Majesty Godfrey all Bannermen are to assemble, arm, and prepare for war led by Grand Marshal Artorus Elendil. By official order of His Holiness Pius all Knights, Holy Soldiers, and men willing to fight for God are to assemble, arm, and prepare for war led by High Inquisitor Uthor Silverblade. This claim does not go against ALL of those amongst the Dwarves, only those who have declared war against our race! With all of this said we wish for the Human Race to stand strong together as the time for battle comes!"

*Thousands of knights and bannermen walk the streets as they begin to gather in keeps all along the humans lands letting out yells and screams*:

"For Godfrey!"

"The Traitors of the Dwarves will fall!"

"God Wills it!"

[Nico 121]

*Looks up to the sky and starts clapping, he then speaks, "Let the Games begin!"*

[Skippy 2466]

Sits in his dinner table in Kal'Dwain.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral growls, looking at both sides of her as she slams her fist down on the throne.

"Feck. THIS. SHITE."

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

* Stands on his Keep in Umbra watching the Knights of the Setting Sun assemble

* Looks at the Westfallan Knights who wield axes

* Looks to the Westfallan Knights who wield the sword and shield

* Looks to his squires

"Westfall shall answer the Empire's call!"

[Tsuyose 3285]

*Adorellan reads the poster then looks to his squire. He then speaks in a low tone, almost whispering.*

"Thee best be ready for this."

[Peter Chivay 2494]

Peter heeds the message, before a large grin dawns upon his face. Rolling up the scroll, he struts back into Rose Hold, looking upon his men arming up for a regular days patrol.

Lifting his gauntlet, he loudly clears his throat, as silence falls among the men within the keep.

"Men." He happily states;

"Today we go to war."

After the short phrase the soldiers quickly throw up their arms, chanting as the sound of metal clanking against metal can be heard.

Peter, after hearing the explosion of chants, lifts his own gauntlet to the air, shouting;

"God wills it!"

The men follow suit in the chant, leaving Rose Hold echoing with the sounds of the men's chants.

[Hiebe 2493]

(Pretty sure its only the TO but I wasn't there)

[Braxis 813]

(Pretty sure its only the TO but I wasn't there)

[[We said if you wanted to fight The T.O it would be a declartion of war and before anything esle they shouted TO WAR! :P]]

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

Eagle smiles and sits back in his office chair, reading the poster in his hand.

"Finally, something for us to do"

Eagle begins to send orders to his rangers, preparing his missions.

[Swgrclan 2682]

Lor'Taz growls under his breath, his one remaining eye scanning over the poster hurridly. He scowls under his breath and takes a seat on a bench outside of Arethor as he begins to scribble down his retort to the announcement of more bloodshed,

"Foolish, War-Hungry kingdom of the selfish, racist and swiftly aging,

I've seen my fair share of war-fare across this land drenched in violence -- your constants efforts to annihilate other nations because they lash out at you for your mis-deeds is disappointing to see. To find you, of all people, the humans that banded together after so many years of conflict, wage yet another war against a nation that crushed even the Warnation and it's allies. If you absolutely must take this course of action instead of negotiating a stable form of peace, I will be glad to see your people on the battlefield, and I will have no regret in cutting down your knights and foot soldiers blinded by the swaying speeches of your Emperor."

Not bothering to sign the letter, he steps into an uninhabited allyway to don a thick and low-hanging cloak that hides his features except ones such as his obvious height, and tromps to the notice board he found the announcement, posting his letter beside the notice.

[Braxis 813]

Lor'Taz growls under his breath, his one remaining eye scanning over the poster hurridly. He scowls under his breath and takes a seat on a bench outside of Arethor as he begins to scribble down his retort to the announcement of more bloodshed,

"Foolish, War-Hungry kingdom of the selfish, racist and swiftly aging,

I've seen my fair share of war-fare across this land drenched in violence -- your constants efforts to annihilate other nations because they lash out at you for your mis-deeds is disappointing to see. To find you, of all people, the humans that banded together after so many years of conflict, wage yet another war against a nation that crushed even the Warnation and it's allies. If you absolutely must take this course of action instead of negotiating a stable form of peace, I will be glad to see your people on the battlefield, and I will have no regret in cutting down your knights and foot soldiers blinded by the swaying speeches of your Emperor."

Not bothering to sign the letter, he steps into an uninhabited allyway to don a thick and low-hanging cloak that hides his features except ones such as his obvious height, and tromps to the notice board he found the announcement, posting his letter beside the notice.

*Takes the note and writes one in respsone to the sender saying*

"The dwarfs came into our keep during a nobles meeting, fifteen armored dwarfs demanding war with some of Oren's People, We told them that would be an act of war on our entire empire and asked way, then a few seconds later they just plainly shouted "WAR TO OREN! DEATH TO OREN!" and ran out our city threating our people, we will not march until we proven our worth in the defensive war unless given the choice otherwise. I pray to God that this can be settled without bloodshed, but apprently, the dwarfs have no honor to see otherwise."

*Uthor quickly makes another copy and stuffs it into his stachel*

[ayresalex 517]

*After his speech of going to war against the necromancers, he reaches his tent, pours a glass of Holy Lands wine, and sighs, sitting down, he then began to pick up his fathers book, and flip through a few pages, examining and studying the contents of the book. Hours later, his page Sameal, breathless and redfaced reaches him,

"L-lord Norsem, the dwarves! They've declared war! Emperor Godfrey is striking his banners!"

Lord Norsem looks at him, as if it was some sort of cruel joke, then a face of complete utter disbelief

He slowly gets up, with a groan snatches the flyer out of Samaels hands, and reads it over, twice.

"You've gotta be kidding me. Three wars. Many battles.... ******* ridiculous."

*Norsem gets ou of his tent, and once again, he stands upon his "podium" and once again shouts,

"Men! It seems we have a busy schedule! It seems that even the dwarves want a fight with us. The Emperor is striking his banners. Die willingly, or die with sword in hand."

*The men grumble and groan, knowing that many lives will be lost in the future*

"Vandrid, come. We must speak."

"Aye, m'lord."

*leans in, and whispers,

"You've seen the way Lord Artorus leads his men, sloppily, and badly, he only got the position from being born into it. I won't have my men have their lives wasted by Artorus's whim. We will stand and wait, but I'd rather lead my own men..."

*Vandrid nods,

"Aye, I can only agree..."

*Norsem nods,

"Good, now.. I have a war to plan for my men.."

*He sets off for his tent, then turns back,

"Vandrid. Die willingly or die with sword in hand.."

[Maxxorlord 3]

He examines the noticing, chuckling.

"Finally, some action." The mercenary checks his sword, and marches off to find a group to travel with.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Areon stands within the crowds with a horrified expression. He reads the proclamation of war three times over, settling over the word Dwarf for a few moments each time. He looks down to his robes, running his hand down the thick cloth. Eventually his hand settles on the pommel of his silver blade. He runs his thumb on the outlines of the Clergy's sigil.

"I will be needing steel for the times to come..." He heads off to Ildon, flapping his robes away and pushing away from the gathering crowd.