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To The Gentlemen of the North Arcas Axis Issued winter of 1734 by Godric of Morsgrad @Ankan @Icarnus @MongolKhan To The Gentlemen of the N.A.A The Overlords of Oren, of Haelun’or, of Rubern, and of course my own demesne. We are faced with a campaign against the Orcish brigands who have been plaguing our lands for some time. No doubt it will be a bloody campaign, the orkin ingenuity always seems to rise to the fore when it comes to matters of grief and pain. Yet will shall as a collective march into the breach once more. Securing peace and order in our times. To quoth an old Orenian scholar whom I am fond of reading Take up the human’s burden, And reap his old reward, The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard, The cry of hosts ye humour, (Ah, slowly!) toward the light, "Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved savage night?" -Rudyardius, Renatian Poet I would not be surprised if these verses had some relevance to my own people’s. Yet for the first time in centuries the civilized peoples of the wide realm stand united in purpose and in friendship. It has been centuries since last the entierty of mankind been at peace. Nor united towards a single purpose. Yet now do they stand. And we as their overlords are faced with a rare opportunity unheard of before our time. I would call all of you to rally your forces and meet me with your armies at the ruins of Vintas. Now under the jurisdiction of one Peter the Poor I believe he wishes to be called. We have been granted permission to camp there. And I feel that it would be wise to drill our forces together, and to discuss visions of strategy together prior to embarking on this campaign through the treacherous orkin wastes. Here let us drop the first hammer’s blow of an iron forged bond between our peoples and nations. That we may ensure the continued stability and order of the many mortal realms. I pray I shall see you all at Vintas. The first of an unending friendship between our nations and stability in our time. Signed with Respects, Godric,

“The Merentels were snakes, and always will be snakes.” Says Ser Gregor Thorne.

Cicero celebrates the victory of his first battle.

Ser Gregor looks back at the city on the horizon he once called home, sending off birds to his friends he’d be leaving behind with a simple “Goodbye.”

Gregor Thorne furrows his brow, as he doesn’t remember these events occurring... Maybe it was after a night of heavy drinking, maybe it was a spell cast on him. Or, it may not have happened... He sighs, for he does not know.

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THE SACK OF LEUVEN. Word had been arrived on the back of dark wings to the leadership of the Imperium, detailing the potential capture of a Norlandic official by the marauding hordes of the Reivers. “Bah!” spat out Donald Dabber upon reading the letter, “Call the men!” he cried out to the men of the Capital. Within moments a strong force of twenty Imperials was gathered at the gates of Helena and promptly marched out to investigate the claim, banners fluttering in the wind as the sun glinted off the steel-points of his spears. Donald Dabber and Titus Horen paused the men at the gate of Leuven, glancing inside to spot the enemy forces. “An easy enough siege, right Donald?” the childish Horen asked up to his role model. “Aye,” returned the simple response, and with that ladders were hoisted on to the walls by two Istaf’s. Grunting and sweating the men pushed the ladders up against the walls - strangely unhindered by any serious arrow fire. The infantry pursued up the ladder while the cavalry charged around the side of Leuven to stop any fleeing men, a suitable choice seeing as the entire garrison of Leuven bolted out of the back gate. Try as hard as they could to flee, a common choice their commander Philip Vimmark made every fight he led, they were cut down by brave soldiers. Many Reivers, Marnans and Leuvens were decimated beneath the force of the Imperium. However, their whole force was not there as plenty ran or magically teleported away upon sight of the Imperiums forces. After the men outside had been put to the sword, the sack of Leuven truly began - the gates pried open and the forces rushed inside and the remaining, cowering, soldiers within were put to the sword. From this fight two men were captured and returned to Helena. Ser Henrik Ludovar, Duke of Kvasz and a Knight of the Marian Retinue. Siegmund Corbish, Privy Councillor of the Kingdom of Haense. The bells were tolled around the city, calling a trial of these two traitors. Let the Trial of Traitors begin. A TRIAL OF TRAITORS. [!] A missive is attached below, detailing the events of the trial. As the squirming, wretched Haeseni worms were brought before the throne of Renatus, the hall went silent. Siegmund Corbish tried desperately to spit out his gag, to no avail. “We gather today to pass judgement on the traitorous Henrik Ludovar, Duke of Kvsaz and Siegmund Corbish of Haense,” announced William Jrent on the dais, looking about the veteran soldiers that lined the benches and walls. As the Empress and Dragon Knights filed into the room, he called forth once more. “All rise for Her Imperial Majesty.” The radiant Empress taking her seat on the throne, the trial began. Siegmund’s gag was removed, upon which he cursed all Horens as inbreds, then, as Adeline raised simply that he was oathed to a Marna, Siegmund declared confidently, Knowing that the Haeseni gentry lacked even the most basic of education on their rulership, she could only sigh and issue punishment. For the crimes of treason, of murder, of looting and pillaging, of breaking knightly vows, and of accosting the innocent on the roads, Siegmund Corbish was sentenced the loss of his sword hand, the branding of the sigils of Renatus, Norland, and Courland on his forehead, and ten lashes. Next was the arguments of Henrik Ludovar, Duke of Kvasz. His rebukes were only slightly more intelligent; he spoke of his loyalty to his king and fighting against tyranny. When asked about his role and the role of his king in the hunting down of children in flower fields and the pillaging of peasant villages across Renatus, however, he fell silent. For his crimes against the Imperial Crown, for his treason, murderous rampage, looting and pillaging, slander, ruination, breaking of other vows, and accosting innocents on the roads, Henrik of House Ludovar’s right hand was to be removed for raising his blade against his rightful liege and his left for his slanderous claims, and ‘Joey’ carved into his forehead for pledging his loyalty to a false ruler. IN NOMINE DEI HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Adeline of the House of Horen, Empress of the Imperium Renatum, acting justicar of the trial.

Gregor Thorne reads the missive, a somber look on his face as he learns of the death of his friend. “’E was a good man,” He’d say to James.

Gregor Thorne chuckles as he reads the missive, “More gear t’fill me storage.”

Gregor Thorne looks at his horse and frowns at its defectiveness...

absolutely my guy

Gregor Thorne reminisces of the time he walked into Haense and retrieved Rodrik’s children without any objection whatsoever.

Gregor Thorne slams his fist into his chest, screaming out “AVE GODFREY! AVE RENATUS!”