Cousin_Otis

I recall Nafis Yar accepting the surrender of the Caliphate, not some imposter!

Cousin Otis prays for Pontian in hopes he has a safe ascension into the seven skies, avoiding any dwarven hot air balloons...

“Ahyes, a faction of immoral, incestual, borderline kid-fiddler tier hectopascals calling another faction of immoral borderline molestation tier hectopascals ... cravens. Truly, a war fore the ages. Yet, still, the troglodites with long ears seem to have more soul. Oh, how I wish the Empire could return to the good old days when it had vision instead of petty distraction tactics. Twas actually prideful to call oneself an Imperial. Truly, this memo induces myself to cringe and makes me wonder if they swallowed the blue gem. ” Comments Cousin Otis.

FROM THE PRIORISTS WITH LOVE, 1687 Greetings to all working class individuals within the Imperium Septimus! I, Cousin Otis, write to thee to provide transparency, and an insight, into the inner workings of the Priorist Policy as well as to our critique to our opponents. The Priorist party has always stood for three major principles: One People, One Nation, One Faith. In this regard, the “People” refer to all Humanity, the “Nation” - our fair Imperium and our “Faith” - the Holy Church of Canon. We Priorists seek to enact laws which shall elevate the status of all Men, and Women, in the Imperium. We seek a rebirth in meritocracy - so that those who are incompetent do not gain the reins of control over our lives. We seek a resurgence in Imperial Culture, so that we shall not find ourselves lost seeking for our morality and customs. We seek fairness, for the working peoples of the Imperium, so that we may no longer be taken advantage of. However, despite these noble ideals, some, who themselves have committed far greater crimes, still label us as rabble-rousers and morally wrong for the Imperium. They claim we are mobs, who break and steal. Though, initially, I would deny such, I instead see it in a different light. Yes. We are mobs. Mobs of patriotic Imperials who wish to see that the labor of those who came before us, the brave Legions of Renatus, do not fade out into the eons of time for the sake of opportunistic sycophants and cravens. The Imperium was formed upon the ideals of greatness, and yet, other factions, who have since coalition, inherently go against these ideals. I ask thee, citizens: Is it wrong to desire a system of merit within our Government? Is it wrong to ensure that Knights are qualified to defend us, and to prevent one from merely seeking the title of Ser rather than the Ser-vice that accompanies it? Is it wrong to ensure that citizens within the Imperium are patriotic, so that we may be proud of our fellow countrymen? Is it wrong to elevate the status of Men above those who care not for our history and customs? Is it wrong, I ask, to represent the working class? I assume the answer is no. Nothing of what we preach is morally wrong. It is not legally wrong, nor rationally wrong either. Yet, critics still attempt to paint us as evil. So, I shall do the same. Candidate Robert Sigismund (Common Civic Party), a man who boasts his service to Haense since Otto the Third ignores a key fact about his leal lord. Otto III opposed Imperial unity, and sought the destruction of his fellow man - making Robert inherently complicit for he authored the Otto III doctrine. For generations Robert has lived, yet, not a single peep of critique towards the actions of Otto III have left his mouth. Instead, like a dog, he obeyed the whims of his master and postponed our glorious Imperial unity for decades. For a man who can speak so elegantly, he provides no genuine substance in policies which would strengthen Imperial values. The mobs which he denounce are nothing compared to the actual armed defiance of Haense in our previous wars, where Renatian and Haense boys alike were slain, never to return home to their families, all to save the face of the cowardly Haense privy. To this day, I reckon he still holds anti-Imperial thoughts in the depths of his senile mind - and yes, I do mean senile due to his age (in fact, the health concerns stemming from the stress of parliament may make it too dangerous for him to run!). Additionally, he boasts of fighting off bandits - but, we REAL veterans of the Priorist Party know that he has never risen the blade as we have. To him, I show no remorse, nor respect, for he is but a snake in an Crow’s tabard, and a pathological liar. He does not even use the Human calendar. And now, we wait, for the inevitable smooth talking and substanceless grovel of a reply. To Cesare di Lucio Accorsi, I say this. Do not accuse men of being uncanonist. It is in fact a sin to do such. Perhaps you should freshen up your scroll of Virtue. I would pass judgement upon thee, but you are a nobody. I cannot relate you, for you hold zero relevance. I cannot insult you, for no one even knew of your name prior to this retort. The insult would go over the heads of our electorate, for it would require them to know something about you personally. The fact is, Cesare, you want attention. You are a masochist, and I guarantee you that you were excited in your trousers when the mob you egged on stomped upon thee. To John Hugh Sarkozic, I’ve nothing to say about. I am unsure if this man exists; however, if he does, I consider him to be a fair opponent in the elections to come. He has said nothing, which implies to me that he is honorable. However, it appears that we merely hold disagreements on policy, or region. Instead, we Priorists support our fair candidate, Victoria. She is humble, sweet and competent and classy. A mother figure. Chosen by the people, we are determined to help her become the first female elected Official in the history of Human politics. It is right that we do this, so that we may shatter gender barriers and once and for all prove that women may serve humanity as greatly as men. We need only look towards the Saint, Emma Vladov, as evidence of such feminine grandeur. Victoria seeks to elevate the status of humans, and advocate in Parliament what is right for the Empire’s soul through our platform. I am certain Victoria shall serve us well in Parliament, for she already serves our needs within the Mos Le’Harmless Cantina. She knows the plight of our peoples, and our needs. She is not noble, she is not gentry - she is our candidate. From the Priorists With Love, Cousin Otis

The Ugly Truth on Toby Junior “It’s Been Over a Hundred Years Since Something Crawled Up His Family’s Ass and Died” A damning, informative pamphlet on the latest Stauntonite thug and his family’s agenda Written by Cousin Otis, 1668 ______________________________________________________________________________ Lo’ and behold, while the realm of man was recovering from years of conflict and progressing in a path cultivating faith, the arts, commerce and so on, Eagle Scout Toby Junior descended on Atlas [1]. It’s been two years now and most of us know little about the young Stauntonite Overlord. That is, until now! Dear readers, I have received a full disclosure on everything one needs to know about Toby Junior. This war will be over before you know it, don’t let it pass you by uninformed! Say what you will about Toby Junior, but the Stauntonite Dictator knows enough basic arithmetic to figure out numbers are important (partially). If he has more men fielded than his enemy he should be able to avoid getting curb stomped, right? [2]. Not at all, refer to The Dappening, 1668. Even when Toby Junior manages to corale his following of vipers, disgruntled heretics and non-human banditos to outnumber a small Renatian retinue he still finds himself outmatched by King Aurelius, Protector of the Heartlanders and Defender of the Faithful. But this pamphlet is not about the beloved Renatian ruler - it is an introductory to someone we’ve just met: Toby Junior. [1]. Debatable because no one has seen him in person. [2]. Toby Junior has decided the likelihood of being curb stomped is extremely high each engagement with his enemy and therefore stays home while his men fight. Modest Upbringing Outside of Humanity Toby Junior cosplaying as a Mali’ker in his formative years[3]. The ambitious Toby Junior who seeks to bring humanity under his rule received a ‘cultured’ upbringing being raised among a tribe of Mali’ker stowed away on a tropical island miles away from our continent [4]. Upon reaching Atlas, he told his closest confidants how he found squatting down and taking a **** in a hole he dug five minutes beforehand as culturally enriching and that he hoped to share this pastime with the humanity he hoped to meld into his own image. Despite his family being so far detached from humanity for the last century, he still believes he is fit to rule humanity when he himself has no actual allegiance to. Look back to Toby Senior whose Kingdom toppled over itself after a decade’s rule under him [5]. There are those who will say that Toby Junior’s unique upbringing would be a benefit to humanity, but this is a lie and I will tell you why. [3]. Disgusting example of blackface. [4]. It is said that this tribe of mali’ker are descended from the survivors of Aleksandria, who made up the majority of the city’s population. [5].Refer back to [4]. His son also killed himself five years later. How Is Toby Junior Different You Ask? A depiction of Toby Junior and Emma After Domestic Abuse Toby Junior is an uncivilized, nasty man unfamiliar with the laws of man (or decency for that matter). His family brutally genocided the good folks of Haense in their Northern Campaign and began taking Haense women for selective breeding. Emma Kovachev is a woman trapped by her stockholm syndrome and unfortunately we can take nothing she says with a hundred percent merit due to the Stautonite brainwashing [6]. But on to how Toby Junior is different, decent men respect the law. Toby Junior has been here for two years and has already stolen property from the Crown and aligned himself with the same bandits who attack women and GOD fearing civilians for no good reason except to fill their pockets. I reckon Toby Junior is in fitting company though given how he abuses women. [6]. Emma blink twice if you can understand us. The following are transcriptions of what really took place: The Failed Courlandic Bolstering of the Reiver Bandits The Theft of the Margravine of Ostmark Interview With Toby Junior’s Verified Former Mistress Juanita Why Does This Matter? Toby Junior is a foreign invader. Instead of trying to assimilate and make amends for his family’s **** ups, he chooses war despite being offered the opportunity to work towards peace with Renatus. He does not want to contribute to our race, only tear us down for ((them)). It is people like him that keep our people in perpetual war without a real chance to grow and cultivate ourselves. I am a common man of trade and I gain nothing from writing this. But I know I’ll have a better shot at making a decent living under King Aurelius than Toby Junior. Look at his family’s track record. Lord Anden Staunton, Duke of Courland 1547-1550. Killed self due to father issues and being usurped. Gave Kraken’s Watch to family’s mortal enemy to spite them before killing self. Lord Aleksander Staunton, Duke of Courland 1550-1564. Drove younger brother to kill himself after taking the dukedom from him. Broke the Pacta Conventa meant to keep order in an inter vassal war he agreed to before the Emperor. Gets exiled and helps second born son nearly destroy humanity. Lord Percival II Staunton, Duke of Courland 1564-1571. Had no children and killed off his own lineage [7]. Toby Senior, Stauntonite Dictator, moved the capital of man to Aleksandria that was predominantly home to Dark Elves and other non human citizens. Ruled a multicultural nation for fifteen years before he got fat and died. Joseph Staunton, Stauntonite Dictator, Allegedly killed self because he failed his father, Toby Senior. Ruled for five years. Toby Junior, Present Stauntonite Dictator, Statistically 40% chance of killing self. Stole Crown Land and then cries about Renatian Aggression. No one has seen him yet [8]. [7]. If you can’t carry your own lineage you probably deserved to die. [8]. No one has seen Emma in a year either. Like his predecessors, Toby Junior doesn’t know how to follow the law. All Stauntonites lack a proper understanding of private property, what an agreement means and how to replicate properly. So they destroy themselves habitually only to wait until their population explodes from furious inbreeding [9]. So let this be the first lesson to Toby Junior: RENATIANS DON’T HIT WOMEN [10]. [9]. Like lemmings. Who are suicidal as well. [10]. Emma are you okay? “Say sorry and be a better person,” says a civilized Renatian to Toby Junior. Stop violence against women, teach Toby Junior a lesson

The Dabbening 13th of Snow’s Maiden, 1668 The 6th Empire tried to destroy Renatus, but Renatus had its way. Haense then tried to dethrone Renatus, but Renatus was in the way. Norland tried to destroy Renatus, but Renatus was much too strong. Courland tried to defile Renatus, but Courland was proven wrong. You cannot kill Renatus. Last Saint’s day the brave men of Renatus, purposefully underallied, took on the Coalition’s forces. Ten Thousand versus Thirty-Thousand. A three to one fight, with Renatus having one-seventh of its usual forces. In comparison, the Coalition fielded half of theirs. Needless to say, you cannot kill Renatus. An overwhelming victory for Renatus, twice in two skirmishes. This comes on the heels over the Reiver defeat and the plethora of other skirmishes conducted between both sides which also resulted in a Renatus victory. The only time Renatus cannot say it claimed a victory in the field occured when the Crown invited them to parlay and Courland cravened out, making it impossible to issue another thorough stomping. The mascot of the Renatian coalition, Donald Dabber, thusly dabs upon thee. If half of the Courlandic partisan army cannot take out one-seventh of Renatus’, how on Atlas do they expect to win this war? Renatus has six times more men where that came from, Toby-boy. And, in the words of Remius Horen, “All Courlandic Boy is Girl.” I thought it was purely the work of the sky-daemons that were giving us victory, no? Of course not, it’s thin words for thin-skinned hotheads. To all those who doubt Renatus, I say we cannot be defeated. To all of those who think they can kill Renatus, I say we will throw you to the ground. Renatus is feeling generous and believes that at the end of this war, pockets and bellies will be filled with Courlandic trinkets and crops, and that we will be far too fat to move easily. Save ourselves, and yourselves, the effort and subsequent headaches by renouncing Toby-girl Staunton. Just a reminder, if you’re a rebel and don’t switch now, you’re libel to being conquered in the future.