Reconquest

[Sultan 3953]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OeAyq04J70

 

Emperor Horen the Divine, the Fifth of his name, Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire, King of Renatus, and Seventis and all other realms and territories, most illustrious and great Emperor of Mankind, Archduke of Ardania, the Crownlands, Marna, Balamena, and Somerset. Count of Saltridge, Alnfayat, Alzlam Alardy, Garath, and Gwent. Defender of the Faith, Protector of the Realm, Regent Eternal of Heaven, hereby declares the following:

 

The current boundaries of the Holy Oren Empire have been recognized as ill-suited for such a grand and illustrious nation. It is upon this recognition that the Emperor Horen V declares an Imperial Reconquest on all the lands immediately on the border of the Holy Oren Empire, to restore the vast and powerful empire House Horen had created. It is within this declaration that the following nations are from hereon receiving an official declaration of war:

The Princedom of Malinor - Required to cede ALL land south of the Elven river; abdicate the Princedom and renounce all titles former and current to Emperor Horen V; Establish the city of Malinor as a dependent City-State under the guidance, influence, and protection of the Holy Oren Empire; and to publicly recognize the Holy Oren Empire as their superior protector.

The Kharajyr Tribal Confederation - Required to cede ALL land and territory under the possession of the Conglomerate;  abdicate all titles former and current to Emperor Horen V; submit to Orenian rule and publicly recognize the Holy Oren Empire as their superior protector and overlord.

The nations mentioned are required to meet these terms. Only unconditional surrender will be accepted.

A detailed illustration has been provided of the land that the Holy Oren Empire has laid claim too, under the cause of Imperial Reconquest.

 

It is also declared that the independent City-State of Haelun’or must remain neutral in all affairs involving Oren and its belligerents, and will in turn be accepted into the Empire’s good graces and the cooperation of the City-State will be remembered by the Empire.

It is declared that all land directly east of the Cloud Temple is hereby under the dominion of the Holy Oren Empire, and all its resources, assets, and people are recognized subjects of the Holy Oren Empire.

It is by the decree of Emperor Horen V that the territory commonly known as “The Wilds” is also declared to be under the dominion of the Holy Oren Empire, and the title Guardian of the Wilds be created and bestowed upon Emperor Horen V. It is demanded that all current settlements dismantle themselves on their own volition; and should defiance be met, the settlements will be dismantled by Oren and all possessions and assets transferred to the Empire. The reasoning for this decision is based on the statement of Emperor Horen V, who declares that the settlements in the Wilds are so atrocious and such a stain, that they should be wiped clean, and the land’s natural beauty be restored and established as the Emperor’s grounds to use however he sees fit be it used as hunting grounds or redistributed to proper towns with charters.

From these declarations, the Holy Oren Empire has hereby decreed a Golden Dawn for Anthos. The restoration of the Empire’s rightful and true boundaries must be met, and the inhabitants of Anthos must be brought into the light of the Dawn. The will of the Emperor and his subjects are unrelenting, and the forces of Oren will pursue their goals until the grand empire of House Horen is once again fully restored. By the grace of the most Holy Creator and the True Faith that follows him, the Holy Oren Empire and Emperor Horen V has a divine right to this restoration; for if not the divine Emperor, then there can be no other to spread the will of God. Civilization must be spread to the world, and the reconquest of the lands rightfully under the Holy Oren Empire must be restored, so that all may bask in the glory of a civilized, powerful, united nation; all subservient to our Emperor, and all the Emperors to come.

The Emperor Protects,

The Emperor Guides,

The Emperor is Eternal,

The Emperor we serve

[Coaster 2086]

Augustus Blackmont receives word of the declarations in the Dreadfort.

 

"No ruler of mine, this boy. Only the true Emperor Godfrey may command me to war."

 

He sighs and turns back to his letters, and back to the more important matter of war with the Kingdom of Hanseti.

[meg 1994]

Elene sits quietly, motionless and statue-like, before speaking finally-

 

"Well....Feck."

[_pok_ 1768]

"Good ****, as soon as we're done with Hanseti it will be even better."

[Gemmylou 484]

Sophia sits next to Elene and blinks

 

"Yep..."

[Mirtok 2853]

*Mirtok hears word of the new Emperor's plans from another Sariant . . .

 

"Petty border war be damned, the Emperor has issued his call and the loyal shall meet it; For we serve the God Emperor and our oaths unto him shall be eternal until our dying breath and beyond. We must end the Blackmonts, stifle the Northern mutants and rally with the supreme leader into a new age of Imperialism; One never before seen by the eyes of mortal men."

 

 

*The Hochmeister sends for the rest of his men to gather in the war room to discuss the coming challenges. He also sends a simple confirmation letter of his undying support to Emperor Horen.

[Watyll 1104]

"NOPE! Nope nope nope nope."

[Lita 677]

From somewhere on an island, a certain Priestess hears words of the claims.

She can't stop laughing for the rest of the day.

[Temp 2006]

 

 

 

Temp stands over a crudely drawn map of Anthos. A few other Roses standing in the room alongside him. The occasional gesture to a landmass occurring from the group followed by hushed chatter. A hooded figure enters the room, handing note to Temp, bowing, then leaving the room. Temp opens the letter looking it over, face remaining blank. He crumbles the note and tosses it over, looking to the group, his scarred left hand sliding across the map. The make-shift wood pegs to represent land claims shifting aside. He looks to the map, rearranging the pegs to represent the new claims, making note of places for ambush and resistance. Temp looks to the group, nodding. He takes a step from the table, calling a courier and requesting meeting with a few friends to deliver final message.

 

As the courier moves to the iron doors, Temp looks back to the huddle, "Come. We've people to speak with." The huddle moves from the table, following in behind Temp as he shoves open the heavy iron doors revealing an unlit staircase, the odor of ale flooding into the concealed room.

[Kitten 367]

Sha looks at this and growls to herself as she sees this.  She would rip down a declaration and toss it to the side.  "Never happening, I would rather help the Edict than abide by this tyrant!"  With that she would create a small ball of water and toss it at the paper, her eye twitching as the water drenches it.  "Have a nice fall Horen."

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

Boiendl Horen giggles as he reads the paper.

 

"The power!"

 

((I like dis))

[Salamandra 1136]

Somewhere, a curious little goblin farts at the news.

 

How peculiar.

[Telanir 6975]

Billy Bob raises his pitchfork upon hearing the news.

 

"Tha's wup Billeh lykes tah hur. Moo-sik 'en tha' eers, gud gurds," he nods thoughtfully as he wipes a large booger onto his trousers.

[meg 1994]

 

Elene held sophia tightly, before standing and heading out to the balcony. The wind blew wildly as she brushed a strand of white hair from her face. Her hand froze as she ran it across her pointed ears, tears streamed down her face, never before has she wished to be a human more than that night. She was proud of her heritage, proud of her nation? No. Even of her current people? That was debateable. Emotions tore her up inside like a raging storm, pulling and tearing at her deepest regrets, fears, and loves. 

 

She looked up to the moon, as it shone brightly down, the tears slowly stopped, on the inside she was still weeping however.

Her thoughts flitted around her mind like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. She thought of her mother, who died before her time. Of her father, who was never truly there for her. Of her old husband, who broke her heart. She thought of Luciel, her precious Luciel. Memories flashed as she remembered the betrayal, the utter hatred she held for her own kind. And then she thought of Uthor, of Quentin and Vivenne. Of every Human, Elf, and Kharajyr who had ever shown her kindness. And she began to weep again.

 

On the Night that the War of Anthos began, a single woman torn between the world she belonged to and the world she was tied to wept,  and she wept for all.

[VonEbs 1224]

Ebs reads the decree worriedly, and sets out for Malinor, perhaps more briskly than normal. Rarely do things these days upset the former Prince, who has weathered the worst the Creator has thrown, however, this may be a notable exception.