Reconquest

[Roxforbraynz 251]

Elwen reads over the declaration before stating "Huh. I thought Dwarves were supposed to be the greedy ones." She shrugs. "Stupid Humans picking a fight they can't possibly win."

[Geo 1415]

The Tlatlanni looks down from the saddle of his Gy'Waka as his Aelkos approaches him.

 

"Tla'Morthawl, Ri'Quorak breengs yu grayv'a news...  yu shuud pay attentiawn.  Tha' Emperawr awv thee Apes, sawm 'new' empawrer, haws plawned'ah tu ley weyst tu Metztli's holay jungawl!   Da' crazay mawn ees try'an tu deestruy da' aynciawnt fayth awv Va'Khajra awnd ''er peopawl!  Yu mawst du sawmthan', cawl fawr a meetan' weeth thaw Aelkos councawl, theengs mawst be dawn.  We cannawt alluw thees psychawpath tu rip tha holay lawnd awv Metztli apawrt!"

 

The Aelkos places a fist in his paw and bows to Morthawl, and Morthawl instantly repeats the gesture atop his mounted bird.  

 

"Sa'vi, and'a Mul'ta Ri'Quorak.  Metztli bless yu fawr bringang thees tu Morthawl's attentiawn...  eet ees grayv news, tu theenk t'eya want tu reap tha lawnds awv Karakatua... bawt sawch ees tha nay'tja awv thaw Apes... dawmaneerang."

 

His growing anger explodes suddenly, as he begins to roar in ancient Va'Khajrian tongue.

 

"PO DRA MEK'RD UV DRA SUDRAN, UR RUMO METZTLI.  KIE'TA IC DRN'UIKR DREC SYC'ULRECS, EH DRYD DRA SYHEL YBAC SYO RYMD EH DRA'EN DNYLG'C UV LUHX'IACD.  KEJA IC CDNA'HKDR METZTLI, HUD ZICD EH PUTO, PID EH SEHT, YHT CUIM!"

 

After a series of long, deep and calming breaths he looks to his Aelkos.

 

"Gathawr yuur strey'ngt, fawr suun we weel ryd'ah tu thaw dess'awt awnd tha mawntuns..."

 

With another bow of exaltation, they exchange a strong hearted "Sa'vi"

[EmeraldStag 165]

Rutto sighs as she reads over the decree, a sad look on her face.

 

"Such foolishness...."

 

She walks away, back to her plants, as she thinks about the foolish actions of the humans of Oren.

[bignsxxy 128]

*Liu Chen puts down his Throne of Chivay designs and picks up his bow...

 

"They Gon'learn today"

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[Valon (Yokey) 168]

  So'Jond walks through the forest, wearing his mask. He reflects on the beautious sounds of the forest, the sounds that Metztli created. Jond stumbles blindly, falling at the feet of his blood-brother Si'Kahn "Ded yu nut heer? Thu craezee Oren empeerer es tryung tu taeke Metztli's land. End yu waelk sielenteley." Si'Kahn walks off, preparing himself to hunt some ape. Jond hears the news. War? No. In Metztli's name, no war shall be had. Jond would allow no more killing than he had to. Jond begins to run, listening, becoming in sync with the sounds of the forest. The sounds Metztli created. The sounds he would let none destroy.

  Jond makes it to his tiny den, and retrieves his key. He goes in full sprint to the front docks, and jumps in the water. He shivers, and continues to swim, cursing silently. He dives down, to the cove he found. He approaches the chest he put there. The red-wood seemingly-shined, and Jond inserted the key. He held the chest's lid open, and pulled out a turquoise suit. Full body, and a near pain to look at. Not exactly stealthy, but then again, he wasn't a Pantera. Jond begins to sew on some leather pads for protection, dyed of course. He set the suit down, and held the mask. No opening, just a plain piece of dyed wood. He put it into the hood, and replaced the suit in the chest, ready to assume the vigilante's life.

[Mish_ 101]

*Ike hears of this, and laughs "Why do they pick a fight they can't win?"

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

The hooded minstrel makes his way throughout the cities of Oren. Whispering gently to those who have distinct pointed ears of the Elven race. Mysteriously, a Highguard follows him, ensuring that his way across the Human lands are not too dangerous. As the hooded minstrel hears of the news, he does not curse, he does not frown, he does not clench his fists. He simply nods slowly, turning back to the Highguard, saying...

 

"It appears he was right. Back to Malinor. We are done here."

[Falconaire 0]

*Royce reads over the declaration warily, running a hand over his young face. He rips the paper from its stand and returns to his barrack, gathering his fellow Valiants around him and reading the notice aloud for all to hear. Finishing his monologue he is met with pure silence, crumpling the paper in an iron fist he utters*

 

"Fawk."

 

 

[Princeton 396]

The Lord of the Dread hears the news from some distance away, his informant explaining the predicaments of the decree. Aelor emits a roaring screech as he slams his massive great-sword into the stone next to him, parts of the wall crumbling down into little bits. "This will not succeed." Aelor whips out, his voice low and crackle similar to the dying fire next to him.

[Seventh / Ryan 93]

*Reads the decree with haste, his eyebrows furrowing with every extra word he reaches.*

 

"This will turn into the war that ends all wars, mark my word. The one true war. The victor writes history."

 

--Seventh

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Jullius grins with extreme content. Upon hearing the news from none other than his liege Thomas Chivay himself, he and several other men had promptly made way to the trenches for an intense  training session, fueled by their immense pleasure at the announcement cries could be heard from the trenches as the men trained such as...

"Long live Emperor Horen!"

"Long live The Holy Oren Empire!"

"Long live The White Rose!"

((And we take a step closer to The Holy Oren Continent!))

[TeaLulu 1783]

The Emperor's Wife, Ari Horen, sits calmly in the Imperial Palace with her grandson Gustov in her lap and infant sister Aurelia sleeping in a rocker by her, occupying her hands by knitting a pair of baby booties. It seems she has been sufficiently "kept in the dark on military matters" and has no knowledge of her Husband's proclamation as of yet!

She sets her knitting down as Gustov requests a snack, setting him on the couch and walking to the kitchen to fetch apricots, cinnamon bread, and warm milk.
 

[Igneberr 46]

After hearing of the news from a crier Igneberr sighs "A valah looking to shorten the already short lives they have, how foolish"

[Josh3738 3137]

*A dwarven banner flies above the wilds city of Kal'Halla.

((How you gonna beat that one eh?))

[Alphalord 31]

As Lerin hears the news he quickly makes for his house and upon arriving there he starts to prepare his equipment for war, ready to follow the Emperor into war if needed.