The Rud Coalition

[Peter Chivay 2494]

[[ Only the Dwarfs, Rose, Orcs, and the Elves that were there are allowed to post here. This would have taken place after the Flays/Teutonic Order left the area.

Keep it clean and nice, and absolutely no OOC posts. This is strictly for after action RP and any OOC posts will be removed. ]]

The sun slowly rises over the destroyed Teutonic Order Fort, the shouts of victory and other looming insults boom from the grounds below it. War has been commenced and executed. The RUD Coalition seems to be victorious... for the time being.

Feelings are high, adrenaline is flowing, and further chants are being sprouted.

Peter stands near his fellow members of the Coalition, nodding around at the army of soldiers. "Deh' Coalition remains firm today friends, an' further relation developed. Victory for the Rose, the Dwarfs, an' Orcs! The RUD! And i'll admit... deh' Elves 'elped too! A true victory for everyone!" Peter exemplifies loudly, showing his pride as he states it.

The numerous factions erupt in cheer, the northern half of the island would hear the shouts clearly, their ferocity and pride radiate the surrounding lands.

[[ Only the Dwarfs, Rose, Orcs, and the Elves that were there are allowed to post here. This would have taken place after the Flays/Teutonic Order left the area.

Keep it clean and nice, and absolutely no OOC posts. This is strictly for after action RP and any OOC posts will be removed. ]]

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

*Jullius cheers loudly after Peters speech, throwing his fist into the air, basking in the glow of The RUD, victorious. His shout of content at the aforementioned victory not dampened by the several arrow holes in his armour, both his own blood and the blood of an unfortunate Flay spattered across it, as well as the blood flowing down his face from the deep gash across his face. He stands alongside his brothers, a broken Gladius in hand, celebrating with his fellow White Roses as they begin their chant.*

"Long live The White Rose!"

"WHITE ROSE, WHITE ROSE!

WHITE ROSE, WHITE ROSE!"

[Temp 2006]

Temp sits atop the trenches dug outside the Teutonic holding, a smirk across his face. As the sun rose, the smirk only got wider. "They call us improper soldiers, and bad mouthed us uncontrollably." He turns and spits, "What a damned joke."

[Baconthief 682]

Prince of malinor Khel Oussana stands tall and proud, the orcish scimitar that was recently gifted ti him rests at his side. His purple cloak flutters in the breeze, a bit tattered from the battle. He is a strong broad shouldered dark elf. His long silky white hair flows down his back, and flutters in the wind almost gracefully. He wears fine elven armor with the almost ancient symbol of the malinorian wardens on his shoulders.

Khel takes off his helmet and tucks it under his arm, his hair falling out. He uses his index finger to remove a strand of hair from his eyes before making his way about the crowd. He steps over a charred earth, broken arrows, and a eventually a body or two, looking for one of importance among the group of cheering warriors.

Khel finds his group of Sentinels, he knows they have suffered more than any other by this enemy. Countless times they have entered his home and butchered his citizens. This battle was in no way his intention, he and the few elves that came along simply came for the retribution the wretched mortals rightfully deserved. He stands in front of his sentinels and elven volunteers.

LLiran, I have been at war for four centries. Much more than any soul among us. *he motions around the crowd with his arms* I have suffered from it more than any, and I tell you brave young mali, I am proud of what you did to here today And I tell you, this war was not started by us, yet we have been the number one victims of it. /Twice/ this seed we have been attacked by these valah'nor traitors! And thrice before than have we suffered by their wrath. Now I stand before you stating it is finished, we have served along side the sons of Horen and Krug and together, the last threat to malinor has been dealt with. Now begins an age of peace, one were we may regain what was lost by the council of fools. And together, the mali will be unified in a manner unlike what has been seen in centuries.

[Shar'ku/jenspelao 410]

*Shar'ku sits on his tent inside of the fort of Kamp Kur'Luuk, orcs klomping and celebrating the looting all around the fort, the first battle agains the teutons was nothing but a trial for the orcs. Shar'ku stands up, leaning his machete on his bed, he walks out of his tent, letting out a loud yell calling the orcs, the instantly gather up, he smiles, as he starts a short speech.

"Tuday da tutunz agh duze skahun merzenariez hab shuwn deir dizhunur, dey retreated frum battul, befur id begun. Dey hab shuwn vhy wi bi strunger, agh vhy dey cun't stand wid urukz attackin' dem. Deir dishunur lebel is su high, habin' whitevashes agh mercenariez on deir side, bud diz mi urukz, diz am our mument, diz bi da mument where we rise agh shuw everyash, dat wi bi da strungest, da cualitiun ulzo helped, wi nub furgetin' dat."

[VonAulus 2082]

Grool roars in agreement of the Rex's words. He has waited long for the orcs to become strong again. Under previous Rex's, they had not secured a victory over their foes. These dishonorabul humans will pay for their crimes against the orcs.

"Wi wyl klomp deh breedurz!"

[Altiak 1648]

Jason stands next to Jullius, a wide grin on his face. He grips his injured shoulder, ignoring the bruises and gashes along his body.

He stands tall and proud, listening to Peter's speech.

As it comes to an end, Jason raises his arm in the air, cheering. "Long live the Rose," he chants with his fellow order members.

[Bircalin 332]

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