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T H E C O V E N A N T ' S S C O U T (you) You’re a loyal soldier of the Kingdom of Haense, an Armsman within the Brotherhood of Saint Karl; yet in recent years, you serve primarily the vanguard of the Covenant cavalry forces. Skilled atop a horse, you are; you’ve bested your comrades in nearly every joust the recent years have had to offer, and even in the most recent battle of Hippo’s Gorge you could’ve sworn you nipped the Captain-General of Veletz’s ass with your lance. The King (of haense) of Haense, as noble and honorable as he is, seems to favor you, and so he sets you upon a quest: “Brother! Scout the Marcherlands which we shall siege in the coming days. Inform us of any changes to the Stassionite-palace and defenses they have possibly prepared.” “My Lord! My King! My Liege! I shall do as vy beckon me to, I am your loyal soldier! Right away m’lord!” You reply, eager. A King (of haense) as royal as He has set you on this legendary quest, your renown has finally begun to pay off. You set upon your childhood-steed, Bruciefella, he has been with you since you were a youth, and other than a handful of arrow wounds from foolish Orcs with large hands and human sized bows; he has survived just as well as you. You leave the Kingdom’s walls, an adventure ahead… You embark towards the Marcherlands of Stassion . . . Down the winding King’s road . . . Passing the torrenting winds of the River Petra . . . A final rest taken at the von Theonus’ castle . . . “This is where we shall fight then.” You presume by the general location, taking these few moments to note the surroundings. Regardless, you mount Bruciefella once more, and finally arrive in the Stassionite lands. (Your view of the Stassion Palace.) “They are as much of fools as my King says them to be! A lord who presides over lands as vast as these and his residence is a mere palace? Where is his castle? Where are his parapets? No cannons or ballistas hang from his walls?” You erupt into a fit of laughter, alas, this siege shall be as easy as you predict! A foolish Lord, the Lord of Stassion is, for he is the Prince of a Petty Palace. With your duty complete, your quest quested, and your heart thirsty for the Siege that shall come, you return atop your steed and begin back toward the Kingdom of Haense . . . “My Lord! My King! My Liege! I bring vy great news! News of fortune which shall please yours and the Covenant leader’s ears!” You call to your King (of haense), hastily sending Bruciefella off and approaching the King (of haense) in the square. “Back so soon?” Aleksandr II (king of haense btw), jests. Of course, you think, a soldier as keen and swift as you would’ve wasted not a second. “Aye my King! The Stassion’s are as foolish as vy thought! The lands are simple – a palace without defenses, without a wall to encapsulate his stead – only a single tower for their petty archers to shoot arrows from!” You feel overjoyed. “Just as I had thought.” The King (of haense) nodded. Of course they would not be ready for a siege. The Realms of Man had been massaged by the lack of cruelty the ages had to offer. Where King’s (of haense) feared declaring war, and so Lord’s need not prepare their homesteads for the worst. “Vy did well – well, vy did as I had expected.” With a pleased smile, the King (of haense) handed you a few Brotherhood of Saint Karl tokens; you almost thought for a second that a comment he made a fine promotion was to be your way. T H E D A Y O F T H E S I E G E A R R I V E S. You awake in your home within Waltonburg. The day was a mild cold, less bitter than those of previous sieges – perhaps good fortune truly was upon you. Your wife had already gotten up for the morning and allowed you to sleep longer, she knew the toll and risk each siege brought. If this was to be your last day – you would at least be well rested. You gather your belongings, drawing yourself out of bed as the sun breaks over the horizon. A golden glow casts itself through the window as you reach to your left and grab the hilt of your trusty Daemonsteel longsword. It was another day of killing Veletzers in the name of your King (of haense). Simply another year, another battle. Your mind swells giddy as you think of the peasant-like palace you witnessed a few days past- and you get up, bid farewell to your beautiful wife and child and exit the door, armour clad and sword in hand. You march beyond the walls, towards the Marchlands of Stassion… You march down the winding King’s road . . . You march past the torrenting winds of the River Petra . . . You stop marching, a final rest taken at the von Theonus’ castle . . . Y O U M A R C H O V E R T H E H I L L . . . “W H A T T H E F U C K .”
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IUDICIUM ACCEDIT Issued by the KONGZEM OF HAENSE, KINGDOM OF BALIAN, COMMONWEALTH OF THE PETRA, GRAND KINGDOM OF URGUAN & PROTECTORATE OF HYSPIA LET ALL OF AEVOS HEAR AND TAKE HEED, In this year, the blood of the faithless has been shed, and those who have raised their banners against their allies judged; for on this day, the blood of the betrayer has been shed, and those who have murdered their own liege expunged; for on this day, the blood of the cowardly has been shed, and those who set their blades upon children punished. And the world will weep, for more will follow. King Edmund of Aaun is dead. In his seat of Whitespire, he awaited the arrival of his crowned brethren of Haense, Petra, Balian, and Veletz in the hope that he might broker peace between them. The only banner he lived to see arrive, however, was the burgundy standard of Veletz, who joined the March of Stassion in the act of regicide, and so it was that King Edmund was murdered with the dream of peace on his lips. We have avenged King Edmund. The Stassionite ambitions of claiming the throne of Aaun were dashed mere hours after their grave sin was committed, and now their corpses pile the streets of Whitespire alongside the dead of Veletz, who had comported themselves as leal allies to King Edmund only to press their hand to Stassion’s knife. And so, on this day, a host of 7,000 soldiers of Stassion and Veletz were annihilated on the streets of Whitespire. We mourn the avenged King Edmund. But we do not share his means of peace. For decades, the League of Veletz has sought a great war to satiate their base bloodlust, and yet they have lacked the courage to declare it akin to true warriors. “Oh, how they invade us!” they cry, when our forces escort the Pontiff to release a hostage they had taken unprovoked. “Oh, how they harass us!” they whine, when they send a boy to throw himself atop Svetjlast. To make peace with those who hold their allies at knife-point is to make peace with a bear by feeding it your arm; to make peace with those who target children and pregnant women is to make peace with a vampyre by tithing your blood; to make peace with those cannot control their blades is to make peace with a rabied rodent. We reject this cowardice. We reject this dishonour. We reject this savagery. And so, we do therefore declare the formation of the COVENANT OF FIVE, a grand military cooperative comprised of the Kongzem of Haense, the Kingdom of Balian, the Commonwealth of the Petra, the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, and the Protectorate of Hyspia. Together, we reject the ambitions of the League of Veletz. They would call themselves Emperors, and yet in a mere decade they have rotted their own Heartland Accord from within and turned nearly every one of their allies against them with their incompetence. And so, we, the Covenant of Five, declare that we are coming to excise this tumour. W E A R E C O M I N G T O K I L L Y O U. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Aleksandr II, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Adrian I, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Viscount of Pompourelia, Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Brucca,Valens, Malenos, Goza and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Prince of the Holy Orenian Empire, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera. HIS HIGHNESS, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, Duke of Pacazu, Baron of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Patriarch of House de Pelear. HER MAJESTY, Catherine I, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Marquise de Val d’Estenou, Countess of Temesch and Moere, Baroness of Garmont, Valfleur, Vallagne-en-Petra, Artois, and of the Phoenixspire, Protector of the Meadows. HIS GRANDNESS, Garedyn The Emerald, Grand King of Urguan, Chief of the Mossborn, Seer of Hefrumm, Zealot of the Triad.
