Some Final Words.

[Timmeh! 154]

It was a cold winters night, Mirtok lays in his bed with Allison asleep at
his side. His eyes wander around the room as he is in deep thought, he
turns to face her, staring at her as she sleeps, thinking to himself. He
leans over and kisses her on the forehead, a light smile crosses her
face, he then sighs, standing up and moving over to his personal chest.
He slides it open, taking out the white plate armor and putting it on,
then going back to retrieve a few personal items- a flask, pouch and a
small bundle of books.

After gearing up, he moves over to his desk and grabs the iconic warhammer
that leans against his desk, sliding it into place on his back. He turns
and walks towards the door before stopping and looking at back at his
wife, he looks on with a stern expression before walking out without a
word, only a single sealed letter resting on the chair in his wake.

He descends down the many staircases that lead up to his quarters, taking
in the fine masonry and architecture of his home, the capital of his
Order and Nation. Mirtok continues on through the halls, past the many
doorways and windows, finally reaching the War Room. He looks towards
his right for a moment; the cool air drifts in from the front gate and
the stairs twinkle bright from just over the walls. He gives the sight a
nod, then advances through the archway and into a warmly lit hall.

Around the room the many Sariants wait idly for his entrance and they perk up
into a neat salute as he passes the many groups of soldiers- unique by
their rank and colored gloves- and around the map of Anthos. The men all
file behind him and take position around the map along side him,
spreading around the entirety of the rails. The towering OrderMarschall
Maur Azog approaches the group from the upper lounge, his colleague
Eldak following suit. In his hands he cradles the Hochmeister’s helmet,
in the other, a rucksack of assorted and unknown items.

The fire crackles in the background of the silent room, only interrupted by
the shifting of the many chain mail clad bodies. Mirtok gives each of
his soldiers a slow, stern pan over; Looking at each of their many
faces, all solemn in expression and awaiting his final words.

Mirtok looks down at the replica board in the form of Anthos, then back around the room before speaking . . .

“Welcome to Castle Grewynn, the last stand. You are about to begin the greatest
moment of your life. The Blackmonts have lost hundreds of soldiers and
armor.  But August’s brutalized hordes are still advancing towards
Greywnn over mountains of their own dead bodies. Our Order, our nation,
our great country, has given us the task not to let the enemy reach the
Tranqen and to defend the Castle of Grewynn. Forward against the enemy!
Up into the unremitting battle comrades, for the Order and for our great
country! Not one step back!”

“Do not count days, do not count miles, count only the number of Blackmonts
you have killed! Kill the Blackmonts! This is your mother's prayer!
Kill the Blackmonts! This is the cry of your Hansetian earth! Do not
waver! Do not let up! Kill!”

“Death to the Blackmont invader!”

 

The Sariants all shout in unison, throwing up their fists in defiance  . . .

“Death to the Blackmont invader!”

Mirtok scans around the room once again, still bearing his stern glare. He
waits for the men to quiet down before continuing . . .

“We could very easily lose everything we know and love if we fail; But it
not just Hanseti I speak of. The North is a real threat brothers and
above all else . . .  we must not let the mutant legions through! The
Blackmonts do not understand what kind of damage they are inflicting on
the entirety of the Empire and even the rest of Anthos- for if North
Gate falls, nothing can stop what waits beyonds . . .

*He pauses for a moment . . .

 

“And that is why I must go . . .”

*The rooms falls deathly silent as Mirtok accepts the Hochmeister’s helm
from Maur and slinging the pack in place next to his Warhammer on his
back.

“I will return one day brothers and sisters, and with me I will bring us
something that will aid us in this fight. Good luck in the coming war,
you will be tested like the Order has never been before. Many of you
will die, but remember, we live to serve and it is an honor to die
alongside a loyal comrade. Remember everything I have taught you, carry
this Order and this great nation into a new age in my absence  . . .
 and . . . always look North.”

 

*He slides the helmet carefully over his head, performs one final salute
and walks out of the War Room; the dancing light from the fireplace
whips back and forth on his exiting figure as he rounds the corner and
disappears into the cool night air off towards North Gate. A few men
await him at the heavy steel studded doors, all packed up and ready to
move as he approaches. He gives them a silent nod and they all march out
into the thick snow, Mirtok pulls a longsword out of the frozen ground
and holds it steadily in hand . . . the North Gate closes behind them
with a deep thud.

[Jakesimonson 691]

*rubs the back of his neck "So who is the new Hochmeister?

[Meanking 311]

*Somewhere a breeze rolls through Malinor

[Bones 180]

*Erul listens intently to the Hochmeisters speech, as the Hochmeister begins to walk towards the North gate, Erul follows him right to the door, as he watches the Hochmeister and the Sariants head out into the North he mutters under his breath
"Beliae doe Moedorlent, Beliae doe Emperor" Erul pauses for a moment before shouting "BELIAE DOE HOCHMEISTER, OORAH" and with that Erul walks back to the castle with only one thing on his mind, killing Flays*

[Timmeh! 154]

( Let it be known, no one knows Mirtok left for the north aside the Sariants. )

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

"Ha"

[Gunner 775]

"Oh."

[Zarsies 6795]

[[ Am I the only one seeing how ridiculously silly and dangerous just going into The North is? ,_,  Is Mirtok losing his mind already from age (which I have no idea how old he is, being a human from Aegis...) and heading into there? x3 ]]

[Servant of St. Owyn 384]

((Not one step back!, *Runs north))

[Watyll 1104]

[[ Am I the only one seeing how ridiculously silly and dangerous just going into The North is? ,_, Is Mirtok losing his mind already from age (which I have no idea how old he is, being a human from Aegis...) and heading into there? x3 ]]

((He wants to have an honorable death out there rather than die from old age.))

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

( One liner RP here shouldnt be allowed. If you dont know about it in RP please do not be rude and post "Ha." We wouldnt do that if your leader left you. )

 

*Cole sighs, Seeing the hochmeister leave since he has just begun to join the Teutonic order. Cole knows it should be for the best though and will prove to suit our needs later on in the teutonic orders life.*

 

"Long live the Teutonic order."

[The Best Basileus 97]

Mirtok ((Random Russian Captain (Cmsr. Viktor Durasov))) looks down at the replica board in the form of Anthos , then back around the room before speaking ((leads a boat across the Volga)). . .

“Welcome to Castle Grewynn ((Stalingrad)) , the last stand. You are about to begin the greatest

moment of your life. The Blackmonts ((Germans)) have lost hundreds of soldiers ((tanks)) and

armor ((planes)) .  But August’s ((Hitler's)) brutalized hordes are still advancing towards

Greywnn ((Stalingrad)) over mountains of their own dead bodies. Our Order ((Bolshevik Party)), our nation,

our great country, has given us the task not to let the enemy reach the

Tranqen ((Volga)) and to defend the Castle of Grewynn ((City of Stalnigrad)). Forward against the enemy!

Up into the unremitting battle comrades, for the Order ((Stalingrad)) and for our great

country! Not one step back!”

“Do not count days, do not count miles, count only the number of Blackmonts ((Germans))

you have killed! Kill the Blackmonts ((Germans)) ! This is your mother's prayer!

Kill the Blackmonts ((Germans)) ! This is the cry of your Hansetian ((Russian)) earth! Do not

waver! Do not let up! Kill!”

“Death to the Blackmont ((German))  invader!”

 

The Sariants ((Commies)) all shout in unison, throwing up their fists in defiance  . . .

“Death to the Blackmont ((German)) invader!”

 

((COD: Their Finest Hour, Russian mission 1))

[Mirtok 2853]

((Best Call of Duty to date))

[Timmeh! 154]

Allison awakes the next morning, her eyes bat open as she looks over to Mirtok's bed-side, not seeing him. She shrugs a bit, thinking that he must be out doing his work. Before long, Allison slides out of the bed, changing from her night-gown to her dress.

She fixes up her hair and nods, heading towards the door but something catches her eye. The letter. She moves over to the chair, reaching down and grabbing the letter, seeing that it is addressed to herself she quickly rips it open and reads over it.

As she reads over tears begin to form in her eyes, she moves back and sits on the edge of the bed, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head not believing it. She throws the note on the bed and runs out of the door running throughout the castle, she passes many Sariants whom who bow their heads to her. She keeps going through out the castle before running into the towering OrdenMarschall, Maur Azog.

She looks up at him as he looks back at her and shakes his head
"I'm sorry Allison..."

Her eyes fill up more with tears as she makes her way to the north gate. She arrives before long and looks up to it, falling to her knees as a few tears run down her face
"He's gone..."

[Danny 2232]

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