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    The Old Orcish Rex

    “Ug.” Albert E. Myre agrees from the spirit realm.
  2. “Ah tew am lukin fur new thpouse, maybe we kan make date?” A toothless gypsy crone grins, accentuating the large wart that sat on the end of her nose.
  3. Albert stood and approached the Bench, adjusting the medals of service from the orcish war that resided over his heart, he gave a polite cough, and proceeded to repeat the oath as instructed. “I swear to be true to the Emperor and the realm and not to maintain silence about any evil that I may know which is being contemplated against them. I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of the Empire and the Orenian people that comprise it. I swear also not to eat or drink with traitors and not to have anything in common with them, and always to defend the honor of the gentlemen I serve. This I swear by the Holy Scrolls”
  4. Albert is sad he wasn’t invited to the Prince’s coming out party. @MongolKhan
  5. SURNAME: Myre FIRST NAME: Albert Edmund ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 5 Anpalais Place DATE OF BIRTH: 1716 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the province of Helena?: Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or public service that may conflict with becoming an Imperial Senator, as per the Edict of Establishment (1736) or Edict of Election (1736)?: Liveryman on the board of notaries, Helena City Council. If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the Imperial Senate, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Correct. ((MC NAME)): Gaekrin
  6. “How barbaric! Are we not venturing into the age of enlightenment after all?!” Albert Myre cried out!
  7. “Adrian, oh Adrian! Wherefore art thou Adrian?!”
  8. “It seemed to me that he wanted death...” said orenian cur commented to his friend Isaac.
  9. “Oh woe is this weak heart of mine to suffer such a great loss! Cousin, teacher, friend. Rest easy with our fathers in the halls of the great God you did administer.” Egg sneezes loudly into his handkerchief after dabbing streams of tears from his eyes.
  10. A passing Humbertine Monk asks Brother Philip to pull his finger.
  11. Young Man Seeking Lodgings in Imperial Capital. Good day and good eve to any and all that might read this notice! Quite simply, as the title of this advertisement suggests I am looking for accommodation in the Imperial Capital of New Helena, due to having found employment as a steward in the Ministry of the Interior. My name is Albert Myre, and I am eighteen years, three months and twenty two days* in age. I am quiet, clean and of a bookish disposition. Come from a gentile family of medium wealth and respectable position within Vesnian society. I am more than happy to pay rent, however on my current earnings I cannot afford to live independently. Whilst I am working for the ministry, I am also undertaking education and training in law under my cousin, famed solicitor Jan Haas; most notably of ‘The Reza Affair’. Any interested party please contact me at my current forwarding Address, Myre Tower, Varoche Palace, Ves, Kaedrin. I look forward to hearing from you, Regards, Albert Myre, Esq. *at time of writing.
  12. The reason why the Norlanders have been and are still looked upon at the beginning of a combat as more than men, and afterwards as less than women. OR: How the pagan and nonhuman factions of the world may never come to form any lasting military might due to the ineffectual tribal systems of their succession. ‘The audacity of that NORLANDER who defied to single combat any IMPERIAL of the army on the AVARIAN SEA, and his subsequent combat with SER MICHAEL HIGHTOWER, recalls to my mind the saying of JOHN III, “that the NORLANDERS at the beginning of a fight are more than men, but in the course of the combat they become less than women.” In reflecting upon the causes to which this is attributed, I believe the general opinion to be true, that it is owing to their natural temperament. But we must not infer from this that this temperament, which makes them so ferocious in the beginning, may not be so disciplined by training that they will preserve their valor up to the very end of the fight. And to prove this I maintain that there are three different characters of troops. One combines warlike ardor with discipline: this produces true valor, like that of the KAEDRENI. All history shows that a proper discipline prevailed in their armies, and had done so for a long time. For in a well-ordered army no one should do anything except in accordance with the regulations; and accordingly we find that the KAEDRENI armies (which having vanquished the world may well serve as an example to all others) neither ate nor slept, nor performed any other act, military or civil, unless according to the order of the CHIVAYS. And armies that do not observe such a system cannot in reality be called armies; and if nevertheless they sometimes seem to merit the name, it is more by their ardor and a sort of blind impulse than by their steady valor. But where that ardor is properly disciplined, it employs its impetuosity at the right time and with moderation; and no difficulties can abate or disconcert it. For good order sustains the courage and reanimates that ardor with the hope of victory, which will never fail if discipline be preserved. The reverse of this happens to armies that have ardor without discipline: such was the case with the NORLANDERS, who were wholly wanting in discipline during combat. For if they did not overthrow the enemy by their first furious onset, upon which they relied for victory, not being sustained by a well-regulated valor, and having nothing besides their impetuosity to give them confidence, they failed when that first ardor was cooled. But with the IMPERIALS it was very different; less mindful of danger because of the good order which they preserved during battle, they felt assured of victory, and continued the fight with firm and obstinate courage, and manifested the same valor at the end as at the beginning of battle, the heat of the contest rather inflaming their courage than otherwise. The third kind of armies are such as have neither natural courage nor discipline. Of this kind are the DWARVEN armies of our time, which are entirely useless. Unless they fall upon an enemy that by some accident has taken to flight, they are never victorious. Without citing any special instances, we have daily proofs of their total lack of valor. The testimony of SER EDWYN HARWYN shows us how good armies are formed, and how bad ones are made. Upon this latter point I will quote the remarks of the Dictator ANTONIUS I, when he wanted to punish SER STEFAN MOROVIC, his captain of NAUZICA. “Let none,” said he, “fear either men or the gods; let them disregard the orders of the commanders and the auspices; let the soldiers, unprovided with anything, roam loosely through the country of friend or foe, forgetful of their oaths, from which they absolve themselves at will; let them desert their colors, disregard the orders for assembling; let them fight indiscriminately by day or by night, in favorable or unfavorable positions, and with or without the orders of their commanders; let them be faithless to their flag and disregard all discipline, – and then we shall have a confused and blind assemblage, more like a vile rabble of brigands than a solemn and imposing army.” This discourse will readily show whether our modern troops are a blind and chance rabble, or whether they constitute solemn and imposing armies; and how much they lack from deserving to be called armies, and how far they are from having the impetuous ardor and discipline of the IMPERIALS, or even the mere impetuosity of the NORLANDERS.’ Professor Boris O.G.D.A.N Carrion, Esq. PhD. MA. BA Hons. 1725
  13. Boris Carrion sneers, the elderly raevir scratching at his chin “**** these savoyard snakes, sword swallowers the lot of them the lot of them! I hope they chop off his head! Scumbag grape eaters.” he asked John de Vitus
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