*** The Grandmaster stepped out on the balcony of the Priory House, followed by the two captains he had sent to Talibar to capture Kazuths. He was greeted by a roaring cheer from the thousands of knights below. He waited for the roar to stop before speaking, waiting a few seconds even though the cheer had already died out. ***
Knights! You have all heard of our campaigns in the heretic land of Talibar, looking for the so-called "Kazuth" scum. This search has been progressing slowly. But not due to lack of discipline or skill. But due to the Talibar heretics preventing us from getting even close to these half-cat slaves. And now, to further the conflict between us, the heretics have openly declared WAR, on -US-, The Holy Occitanian Empire!
*** The roar rose up again. But not cheerful this time. This time it was a roar of hatred. A roar mighty enough to make the most valiant of warriors flee the field of battle. The Grandmaster once again waited for it to die out before speaking. ***
I will not lie to you. These heretics have amassed a great force. But not great enough to oppose the mighty Occitan! The Saints are on our side. We can not lose this battle! For the great of Occitan, for the great of the Saints! We will slaughter these filthy cat-lovers, and any who stand in our way! March! Spare not one Ausslander!
*** Horse-hooves clappered against the cobblestone. Heavy boots clanged alongside the horses. The whole town let out a cheer for the brave knights heading for the Talibarian borders, lances high, the flag of Occitan waving in the air.***
Mon Mar 23, 2009 10:11 am