Haseroth

"God weeps when pagans have more of a desire to rid out darkspawns than a so called canonist prince" Commented 'Sigmar' who had spat upon the wide list of useless titles which belonged to the queen.

yeah that should be a ban too imo, but this is a good first step. I can now finally set aside my ultra-patriotic pro-60th slogans away.

'Sigmar' sat upon a desk, reading the missive. "A peaceful union would fall flat upon its own face the second any disagreements occured." He set the missive aside, now nestled upon a mound of others. He turned to face another figure "Regardless, realms already heavily influenced by elves will vehemently deny any attempt at unification, which is why the sword is the only means." The scholar pondered for a few moments, perhaps there was a means to do it through both?

@BorinI know ur drunk but heres another zinger

honestly this and also remove all magics

"You razed down a virtually uninhabited settlement. You must feel quite strong." A youth mused to himself as he read over this missive, showing it to someone besides him "Who is this, cheap market rate Gashadokuro?"

A youth traversed the smoldering remains of th voidal blight. He kneeled besides a crumbled tavern, tugging at a piece of searing brick. He held the stone despite the pain it caused. An act meant to finalize a chapter of this continent, only ultimately planted the seed of future tragedy. The youth gazed up towards the smog filled sky, vengeance would be had. All in good time.

Wow

the end game boss is the constant server crashes lol

@BorinGet the popcorn please.

"That guard was quite brave, he should have picked a leader with a stronger backbone however. God bless his soul." Canonius commented as he finished reading the rather long transcripts of a meeting for a place he has hardly ever seen.

Canonius sits upon the side of the White city, he gazes heavensward at the canvas of bright stars in the night sky. 'Truly, the lord had at last answered the prayers of the faithful', he thought to himself

'Sigmar' smiles the SUN's smile, as the knights had finally taken care of that foul place. Perhaps there was hope for Petra yet.

a simple 500 euro paypal donation to squakhawk can fix your issues

dont know what any of this means but i agree with sam and borin

what would you like shelved, good sir?

"Three of the princes that signed, forgot they owe their crown and right to rule, to god and church." 'Sigmar' stated as he read through the missive. A sigh escaped his lips, finally he set the pontiff's missive into a stack besides a shelf. "I pray for the souls of the children of Horen." He stated in mutter, settled within his deskroom.

"I suppose now that they no longer need the pontiff's legitimacy to genocide the middelman, they can spit in the face of the canon laws." A 'Sigmar' muttered to himself as he read the declaration, tossing it into a fire shortly there after.

A publication was spread through the cities and settlements of Canondom A CALL FOR PURITY To the peoples of Canondom, For many decades now, the realms and settlements of Horen’s children have bickered, fought and bled over the lands which they currently inhabit. Ultimately a sizable amount of difficulties and contradictions have led to much of the suffering. However, I shall bring attention to who ultimately gains from this endless bloodshed. To find the answer to that, one must simply look at who inhabits the royal courts of the human nobles in this era, half elves.. Elves, voidal mages, some even Darkspawns. In the end, humanity’s wars only tear it further apart while its natural sworn enemies grow stronger and stronger by each swing of the blade upon one another. The institutions which were designed to uphold unity and purity within the lands of the greatest peoples of this earth, have failed in their sacred duties. Voidal mages run rampant, devil horned women parading in the streets of our cities, elves occupying positions of high power. Secular monarchs picking their voidal friends over that of the salvation of their souls and the HUMAN blood which runs through them. The constant blatant acts of hypocrisy which many of the secular leaders eagerly partake in, are enough to make our common ancestors spin in their graves due to the shame. While they had bitterly fought against the spread of the void, their descendants now openly cherish it and admonish the few remaining faithful who actively attempt to fight its spread. Our race, is hurling itself towards the abyss. At first it lured us in with sweet promises of power, many had admonished such and seen it for what it was, elven trickery. But over the centuries fewer and fewer of our leaders have called it out. And so it came to be, that such practices became common within the realms of man. Faith abandoned for coin and profit. Race abandoned for friendship with fiends and darkspawns, and soon comes freedom which shall be abandoned for the promise of safety from those who now influence the many courts of canondom. I call upon all true sons of Horen to stop the madness before we are entirely raced off the cliff into the abyss of degeneracy and heathenry, recall the triumphs of unity and fatherland which the past virtuous and powerful leaders had brought upon us, put aside your differences for all humans ultimately have the same foe to face. IN NOMINE DEI Sigmar The Pious

"Sounds like elven slander, we ought to burn that city down it takes too much damn space anyways." A herzlandi youth commented from his deskroom as he filed through a pile of missives, trying to make sense of the shitstorm of the past year.

The Damning hands of Fate II The light of the candle flared and flickered, soon enough it faded. The room within which the orphan slept in, was covered in a peaceful darkness. As he slumbered, his mind was overcome with dreams. Twisted patterns, lights and voices echoed within the edges of the dream as it visualized itself within his mind. A child walks upon a snow blanketed field of vineyards and trees. An usual climate for this land. He pushes himself up the field, away from that which happened behind him. Passing by the frozen statues of civilians which had attempted to escape the calamity. Eventually, the youth reaches the shade of a tree, away from the falling ‘snow’. He turns, and looks upon the landscape he had fled from. A large city, tall stone walls, standards flying in the wind. Spikes of ice jutt outward from its center, splitting walls, houses and all that stood in its way. The snow continues to fall, and it never stops falling for this, blanketing the once verdant hills of the heartlands into a hellscape brought about by thanic madness. The youth rests for some time, crossing the field, a path lays undisturbed amidst the snow and corpses. He follows his guts, and heads north. A pull, invisible and powerful, perhaps fate, drives him towards that direction. The Orphan wakes as the thunder roars across his window. He rises slightly, leaning over the windowsill to look outside. All he can see is pitch black darkness, a void which is occasionally illuminated by distant streaks of lightning. Hunger begins to gnaw at his stomach as he rises from bed, he descends the stairs, “Miss Agnes?” He calls out, no response.. But the hearth is still roaring, this he can tell from looking at the flickering of the firelight which dances across the wall. A streak of crimson ichor is the first thing he can see upon the floor. He descends further, arching a brow in confusion. The youth turns the corner to witness a hellish scene. The caretaker lays on the ground physically gored into the shape of a bloody, blooming flower. His mind is much too young to understand what it is he is seeing. “How pretty..” He remarks, confusing his own soul further. An old man stands behind him now. He wraps a hand over his eyes. “It is not safe for you to be here!” He cried out. The youth recognized the voice of the tavern preacher. Led away from the house, the only thing he can hear is the flickering of the fire growing louder. Then, the smell of smoke and flesh soon follows. Away, and away.. He is taken, until he too crosses a field towards a path.

Idk what any of this stuff means but i will support whatever my good friend Jentos does, including genociding elves.