Sultan

Raised his cup. “Rest well my Empire, rest well my Kingdom, rest well my Brothers.” Old Aurelius the first Emperor of Man spoke.

“Got what was coming for him, he was active political player against the Imperial Throne.” Otto proclaimed after hearing of the execution of the so called clergymen that had stained his hands with corruption.

Its more of, we know where the den of rats are. Think little joey foolboy would have raised his blade if it was not for the “Most” loyal subject in the Empire? And how loyal you were to your chosen Emperor. Can’t blame you though he was a weakling.

“How, ineffective and unworthy of a first bull. This does not address the actions and the wrongs of the former High Pontiff, nor does it revoke the excommunication against the Emperor and his entire family both alive and dead. Moreover, what reassures Renatus of the apolitical nature of this Church? It is filled with the same corrupt and biased ‘priests’. Placing a bishop to lead the ‘DIOCESE’ of the Emperor, is a insult as well.” Writes John of Marna.

All Carrion branches are bastard lines. The main and legitimate line died a long time ago. Barbanov is equally from bastard stock.

Pretty sure that means do not **** elfs

High over Helena, the battle of no return Remus ranked his Imperials all in good order Down on the other side - fifty divisions wide Joey had brought his men over the border Armoured from head to fist, glimpsed through the morning mist Soldiers of Remus Godfrey awaiting the order Down on the lower ground, trumpets and bugles sound Joey of Heanse had crossed over the border Proud was the Pretender, loud did his harpists sing Scatter the Renatians all in disorder 'Death' shouted Remus Godfrey, 'Death ne'er we sign a truce Chase the Pretender back o'er the border 'Now' shouted Godfrey the Emperor 'We'll either die or win Into the enemy striking good order Glory for Renatus and death to pretty Joey's band. Chase the Pretender back o'er the border. Face to face across Helena; Spears and swords are held in good order. Lines of steel in waves begin to move, Grim and steady to die for the border. 'On them! On them!' hear the Donald shout. 'Smash their ranks in utter disorder'. Shields and spears and swords together clash. Screams of death are heard o'er the border. Slashing and clashing Helana flows with blood. Horses and soldiers in mangled disorder. Yelling and felling the streets in a gory red. Out with the Pretender. Out o'er the border. Glory and right was the slogan of Remus Godrey. Chains for the slaves shouted Joey of Heanse. Death to the Pretender, we'll be glorious. Chase the Pretender back o'er the border. Chase the Pretender back o'er the border. … Over the border, we come!

“So, you were fine with the first treason but the second act of it disturbed you! I see. The first treason sent your father to a early grave! The Empire that gave you everything you broke faith with. The Empire that he served faithfully in you broke faith with?” Scoffs at the woman's words. “I hope Joe’s diddling is worth it.”

“Ah, when what you preach no longer suits your purpose you start to bite your own tail, a snake colored in a different light is a snake still.” He scoffed lightly. “liberty he said. Hah! A good joke. While it lasted from the whoresons mouth.”

“That’s a really bad poem.”

That Elric lad had the spirit of a Renatian.

I am Otto, firstborn son of Frederick I of Marna and Henrietta Barbanov. Who are you, whoreson, to claim my lineage and the crown of our forefather Godfrey? You besmirch the reputation of our lineage as a whole. This speaks volumes of your character that you are a son of a man that cast away his seed in some ***** and never looked back, a bastard son of a campwhore. This reality of your birth explains your lack of any militaristic power and your ineptitude at true leadership. You seem to spend your days writing out essays and letters but perhaps whoever groomed you to try and besmirch the Horen name should have taught you how to swing a sword. Strong leadership and strong arms. Your lack of these traits make it clearly evident that you are a bastard. One must simply look at your allies. You are nothing more than Lily-livered. Why else would you speak ill of such a glorious man as my Godfather Aurelius I, may his soul rest in the highest heavens. You are jealous of his accomplishments and his victories in the field of battle. I, Otto son of Frederik of the House of Horen-Marna hereby pledge my allegiance to his Imperial Majesty Godfrey the third of his name, may his reign be supreme. In my ripe old age, I shall once again put on my armor and fight the scum that plague Humanity. It was my Godfathers wish to dispose of all the lily livered, perfumed, snaking courtiers, and this whoreson is one of them. This whoreson speaks ill of his own blood and does not even know the house words. By the might of Ancestors, the ones he insults in his writing. He shall die an inglorious death. To the men that remain on his side, you must turn back home and put away your blades, or pledge your allegiance to his Imperial Majesty. He may be merciful. And whoreson if you read this, know that all your letters have been used by my servants to collect my dogs ****. That is their worth. But enough talk, true worth is shown by actions and not words, and your words were hollow as it was seen today on the field of battle. Whoever taught you that Horens are pencil pushers, whoever told you that Humans respect such weak and gullible people such as yourself.