Blood On The Border

[Zezimus 1523]

Conquest Warclaim

Conquest is the act of military subjugation of an enemy by force of arms. In other words it is the de jure incorporation of some territory into another geo-political entity (either adjacent or non-contiguous). Usually, it is implied that the territory and population being annexed is the smaller, more peripheral, and weaker of the two merging entities, barring physical size.

Opposing Faction:

The Dwarven Coalition of Holds + Allies

Defending Faction:

The Holy Oren Empire + Allies

Name of the battle:

Blood on the Border

Location:

lunar_marsh_1

Time, (at least 5 days warning):

Saturday, August 25th, 6pm EST

Terms:

- No enchanted weapons, except for power 1 bows.

- No golden apples.

Rewards:

- In the case of a victory for the Dwarves, region ownership will be given to the Irongut Clan.

- All loot and chests are property of the Dwarves, as well as any riches or resources in the region. These will be distributed among the three holds.

RP:

After the War Council finally came to an agreement in the Wilvern Sanctuary, neutral grounds between both the Dwarves and Orcs, hawks were sent out to all corners of the Dwarven Empire, each bearing the same, clear message. Not only had the Council voted in favour of bringing a standstill to the war with the Orcs but also, had they all agreed upon one thing. A swift end to the southern menace known as the Teutonic Order. Dwarves had traveled to Arethor, demanding Emperor Godfrey heed their calls for he to allow their armies passage through Renatus, a request of which had been denied. The Dwarves returned to their homeland, disgruntled and enraged at the actions of Godfrey and with a lust for vengeance, vengeance that would be served through only one means. War.

A heavy drum beat sounded across the Dwarven Empire that night, hundreds upon thousands of Dwarves were rallied to their Holds as fires roared into the night sky. In one of these Holds, Overseer of Kal'Anart, Morgrim Grandaxe, leading in his uncle's absence, stands aside his Longbeards and most trusted advistors, a sincere look on his face as he peers over the great mass of Dwarves, each willing to give their life in the name of Urguan. He raises his hand, a sudden silence enveloping its way across the crowd.

"Dwarves, Dwarves uv Anart, uv Alras, n' uv Dwain, t'ere beh un reason n' un reason alone wae weh rally t'is noight, a reason t'at some uv ye are more informed uv t'an ot'ers. Fer years 'ave weh battled t'e Uruk over wut bot' soides claimed wus 'onour n' fer years 'ave weh nut been able tae come tae agreement un wut' t'is 'onour truly means. T'e trut' beh t'is... Even in war, even in t'e 'eat uv battle, w'en ye 'old only true n' pure 'atred fer ye enemy, t'ere beh somet'in' t'at lets us 'old ontae t'is 'onour. Dis'onourable acts 'ave been made un bot' soides uv t'is war, bae t'ose 'o eit'er did nay care er 'o felt t'ey could cheat t'eir way out uv it. T'ese ave now been exposed n' so as a Council, weh 'ave voted upon wut weh must do. Ah week ago, ah issued t'e Order tae call fer an 'alt tae attacks un Uruk territory. T'is order 'as now been fully implemented across t'e Dwarven Empoire, after a meetin' 'eld in t'e Wilvern Sanctuary w'ich decoided unce n' fer all t'at fer t'e toime bein', weh would stup t'is war. T'e council uv 'olds 'as made its deiciso n' weh intend tae go t'rough wit' it."

"Now 'owever is nut a toime fer rest, nut a toime fer drinkin' er celebratin' but fer preparin'. Fer years 'ave t'e sout'ern lands uv Oren been filled wit' t'e dis'onourable n' fer years 'ave weh done not'in'. Nut but a few weeks ago, our contacts in Oren n' t'e Rex 'imself informed meh uv 'ow a group uv Teutons charged upon a crowd uv goblins n' Thallion townsfolk, mericilessly cuttin' down any 'o stood in t'eir way. Wae wus t'is ah ask? T'ese Teutons see us as mutants, beasts wort' only uv deat'. Well ah say nay! It beh t'ey 'o are a stain upon Urguan's blessin'! T'ey 'o are a blight upon wut 'onour remains in t'is world! T'ey 'ide be'oind t'eir armour n' t'eir pityfull, treacherous words whoile t'ey spill t'e blud uv innocents wit'out any care fer an 'onourable deat'. Weh marched tae Godfreh's keep n' demanded justice beh served bae t'e blade, a request uv which wus denied. Iv t'is beh wut t'is 'oly Oren Empore beh built upon, n' Godfreh beh willin' tae defend t'ese blatant croimes, 'e 'as sealed 'is fate wit' t'e dis'onourable."

"It pains meh greatly t'at it 'as come tae t'is as ah 'ave nay wished fer war wit' t'e 'umans n' yet weh will nut stand idly bae 'as t'ese croimes are committed. Sons uv Urguan, raise ye weapons intae t'e air fer t'is day, weh n' t'e Uruk will foight t'e last good foight un t'is plagued land, a war tat will truleh bring 'onour back tae t'is wretched n' cursed world. Godfreh's *******, t'e Teutons t'ink t'ey can 'oide be'oind t'eir Empoire! T'ey 'ide in t'e peaks uv 'anseti loike t'e cowards t'ey are! Well ah say nay! Weh will march upon Oren n' onleh t'e dis'onourable will stand before us! T'is day, weh foight t'e last good foight, a war t'at is just n' true in t'e eyes uv our gods... Un t'is day, in t'e name uv t'e Paragons, we t'e sons uv Urguan, declare war upon t'e 'oly Oren Empoire! Ah 'ereby call upon our armies tae march tae t'e sout'ern borders where weh will prepare fer t'e battles t'at are tae come."

Morgrim unsheathes his blade, raising into the air for all in the crowd to see, an action which is followed by the Dwarves around him.

"Each n' every un uv may fear wut lies in t'e sout', a fear t'at weh will all beh gettin' used tae. It is wit' our moight n' bae Dwarven steel t'at t'is war will beh won! Nay amount uv armour can 'ide be'oind t'at... T'e lands uv t'e sout' will run red wit' t'e blood uv t'e dis'onourable n' in t'e name uv all t'at is roight n' just in t'is world, t'e Teutonic dogs will beg fer mercy. Sons, uv Urguan, Dwarves, mah brot'ers, weh march fer victoreh n' a foine victoreh weh shall foind! Weh will bring down t'is Empoire uv dis'onour, t'is Empoire t'at 'as nay place in t'is world any lunger! Fer Urguan, fer t'e Grandaxes n' fer t'e 'onour uv our ancestors!"

A cheer erupts across the crowd, each any every Dwarf now raising their weapons into the air, each chanting out what is most dear to them. The drum beat suddenly pacens, the crowds spring into action, forges lighten, weapons given out and preparations begin. Morgrim gestures for his advisors to follow him into the keep, before them laying a map of the entire Oren Empire.

"N' now justice will beh served" mutters Morgrim as he leans over across the map, a mix of emotions racing through his head in anticipation of what is to come.

[Cracker 4570]

Rex Gorgul ponders upon hearing the news. He remains deep in thought, wondering what of the future, of whom to show valor with, the dwarves whom spite him and he scorns, or the humans who hold Teutons which sicken the Rex to the core with their actions. But he lives for the glory of battle, and a battle as this he will not neglect.

[chanman98 7]

*Bornam raises his sword into the air* Them bludeh Teurtawns won' survoive tha ba'le! *takes in a deep breath of air* HOOOOODDDOOOOORRR!

[V0idsoldier 1139]

*Rusen stands amongst the massive armies of the Dwarves, the words traveling through his body, entertaining his very core. A violent red glow seeps out from under his hat and he finally raises his voice up to speak above the crowds as the speech comes to a halt. His voice loud and thundering, yet still cold as ice.

"For too long have you all suffered under the armies of Oren. For too long have oyu had to listen to the will of Godfrey, and listen to the will of the pig Teutons. That time has come and passed, with this new treaty, with this new Era you live in, you control what happens to this world."

*His blood hungry smile grows, his voice enchanting. Slowly, he slides out his blade and raises it into the air, high and proud amongst the army he stands.*

"They have grown arrogant, and are foolish of their true superiors. Show them, show them all the power and might of this courageous army. Destroy the Teutons and claim what is yours, and do not allow anyone, not even Godfrey himself, to stop you. The world is at a reckoning and now is the time to choose sides. To be with the pig folk they call Teutons, or to be in the massive army of gods themselves. KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM"

*He finally roars out in a echoing boom, his voice carrying through the armies, ready and willing to fight and die in the wars to come.*

[elsewb1939 25]

*Bruce raises his golden blade, along with many others* "Tonight," he mutters, "WE DINE IN HELL!"

((Leonidas quote ftw :P))

[Josh △ 87]

* Volkevir raises his brows in a furrow. *

"Ah y's... teh toime 'as finoially cum teh destroyeh teh Oren scum...

'hey shall p'rish at teh soight uv teh Dwarve's sec'r't weapon... "

* Volkevir walks off, preparing the next step of battle. *

[mylimo7 409]

*laughs in his palace in Ager*

"Those midgets think they can take on the Oren armies, hah!"

[Hobolympic 1093]

After Jordan's recent visit to Kal'Anart to discuss the ongoing hostilities, a page runs up to him, notifying him of the assault.

"These damned dwarves. They're too short too peek over the edge of their mountain, unable to see the great Marna keep right next to their arses! Pfft, they're even worse than the peasants."

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy sharpens his axe while staring at the severed human head in his forge.

"Har, we goin' ter destroy dem 'umans!"

[lugarthecougar 57]

*Duke Balian Guivret wipes his brow as removes his helmet after he finishes a bout with one of his bannerman*

"I'm starting to feel too old for all of this.."

*A page rushes into the courtyard of the Bannermen's Keep in Ursakar and hands Balian a notice from his most trusted House Knight Ser Edmund. His weary eyes skim over the parchment with a look of grimness*

"It seems as if the Dwarves have begun to mobilize forces and move towards our lands.. It seems a time of war has once again come to the lands of Oren and this time we do not face our fellow man, but our once allies the short and hairy Dwarves."

*Duke Guivret looks up at the Bannerman and barks a simple order at him*

"Gather the men, I am increasing training hours."

[Zezimus 1523]

((Date and time pushed back to Saturday, August 25th, 6pm EST.))

[meg 1994]

*Princess Elene Silverwind of Malinor sits in her office, pondering what she had just heard in her visit to Arethor*

"This will be a battle for the centurys....Now, if only I can keep the Elves out of it...."

[Aryon 679]

Korgak stands beside Gorgul, awaiting his orders for attack. His armor clanks by his side, his sword shiny.

"Gorgul, id bi tyme. Wi muzt halp da stoutz, abh wi muzt klomp da sharas."

[Sultan 3953]

(No Warclaims shall be accepted, until the PvP system is fixed.)

[Swgrclan 2682]

Upon hearing the news, Lor'Taz dons his battle-attire; a black and red loincloth with leather-bound cufflinks of the same colors. As he begins setting aside the pelt of his first kill he usually drapes over his bulky, tall frame, replaced by the simple loincloth and leather cuffs, he exhales heavily; these wars and battles have taken a toll on him.

After allowing himself a moment to tend to his thoughts, he begins to shine his war armor, marked with several gashes and long dents from the several strikes that were flung at him in the past skirmishes. Once he has given enough attention to his memory-marked armor, he tends to his old blade. A large sword of cast iron, brutish and no doubt of orcish origin. After cleaning his blade and making sure it was as sharp as it was when he received the weapon several years ago, he sets his armor and weapon beside his bed to sit and wait until the time of bloodshed begins.