Nation Announcement Swords on the Horizon || To Restore Order in the North.

Arkhun

Kaiser of the Hadrian Empire, Based High elf, God
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SWORDS ON THE HORIZON

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"THE TRAITOR HAS VANISHED, THE PEASANT LORD IS DEAD, OR DID THE COWERD FLEE?!" - Imperial Troubadours making their way south from Flüssland.

News of the vanishing of Zladmir had not reached Adelsburg yet as it was still fresh. But as the word spread further and further south from the near-abandoned ruin that was Lünburg it encountered the sound of clattering steel and the neighing of horses as a host of Imperial Troops could be seen marching north to put an end to the the peasant riots that have plagued the north. It was expected that the armies of unlife would finish the rebels for the Imperial Court, but as it seemed the dead were mysteriously tame since the start of the rebellion it was decided to put the traitors to the sword. Herzog Janczyck-Mariusz Tzyrnowski raised his bannermen to march upon the fiend reinforced by a company of soldiers from Adelsburg who were at first marched north to join Zladimir's ranks against the undead host. Yet instead of rotten flesh and bone, they shall cut into the warm flesh of Hadrian peasants who resist the restoration of order.

After a long march, the host arrived at the borders of the Flüssland region, making camp and preparing to move in in the morrow. At dawn, a missive was sent out to those still residing in the town through a public speaker on the town square;


"BY ORDER OF HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY THE EMPEROR, LUNBURG IS TO BE EVACUATED TO RESTORE ORDER! ALL THOSE WHO BEND THE KNEE ARE TO BE SPARED AND MAY JOIN THE DEFENCE AGAINST THE UNDEAD HORDES. THOSE WHO REFUSE SHALL BE TAKEN IN THE MORROW AND TIED TO STAKES OUTSIDE THE PALISADE TO ACT AS A DISTRACTION FOR THE UNLIVING HOSTS ROAMING THE WOODS."

And so, the army waits for the sun to creep over the horizon so that they may turn the streets red to avenge their liege and save the north from a bitter end at the hands of the undead armies of the Lord of Bones.

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[!] An Imperial Cavalry commander observing Lunburg from a nearby hill towards sunset.

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OOC: Now that the rebellion is considered over due to Zlad's death, the town is to be cleared out in 24 hours. Those who wish to rejoin the empire are free to do so without penalty if they bend their knee under this post in a simple emote. For the others who refuse, we'll naturally be aiming for execution if they ever show their face again. However, I doubt that they will.​
 
A certain young man who was once captured by Hadriana forces, furrowing his brows and fell to his knees upon hearing the chants. “So.. this is how it ends then.. Zladimir..” Has everything truely come to this? “I suppose I should speak with Cedryk now.. more than ever.”

Ooc note: rejoining the empire
 
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Upon hearing the news, Veredra stood in the middle of the street, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum. The parchment in her hand trembled slightly as she read the bold letters announcing Zladimir's death. The world around her seemed to blur, leaving her in a surreal, detached state. She reread the lines, ensuring that her eyes were not deceiving her.

Zladimir de Tiri was dead.

Her mind raced with a mix of emotions. Relief, disbelief, a strange sense of emptiness, and a flicker of hope. This man had been the bane of her existence, the source of so much pain. Yet, his death did not bring the satisfaction she had always imagined it would. Instead, it left her feeling... hollow.

As the reality of the situation sank in, a mix of exhaustion and sadness washed over her. The war, the accusations, the relentless pursuit of her downfall, all orchestrated by a man now gone. What did it all mean now? What did her suffering amount to in the end?

Veredra clenched her fist, crumpling the parchment slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She needed to find a quiet place to think, to process this unexpected turn of events.
She made her way to a secluded garden within the city, a place she often visited when she needed solace. The familiar scent of blooming roses provided a temporary escape from her thoughts. She found a bench and sat down, her mind replaying the news over and over.

For a moment, she allowed herself to feel the weight of everything. The constant fear, the anxiety, the feeling of betrayal and isolation. She thought about the lives lost, the friends she had seen turned against her, and the countless sleepless nights plagued by nightmares.
Zladimir's death, while unexpected, marked the end of an era. It was a chance for her to reclaim her life, to rebuild what had been broken.

Veredra pulled out a small, intricately carved locket from her pocket. She whispered softly to herself as her eyes scanned over the painting within, "It's over. Finally, it ist over."

But with the end of one chapter, another began. For now, she allowed herself a moment of peace, a moment to breathe.

She stood up, tucking the locket back into her pocket as she made her way back through the garden. She has much to think on.
 
A certain young man who was once captured by Hadriana forces, furrowing his brows and fell to his knees upon hearing the chants. “So.. this is how it ends then.. Zladimir..” Has everything truely come to this? “I suppose I should speak with Cedryk now.. more than ever.”

Ooc note: rejoining the empire
[!] The soldiers sent the notice on to Adelsburg and soon returned to her a sealed letter containing a royal pardon.

Welcome back in The Empire
 
And it was just a matter of time before the news spread wide and far, eventually reaching the stray undead.

He decided to sit by a nearby fountain to read the parchment calmly. A constant humming was present; it was a gentle lullaby for the sleeping goblin in his lap. Unlike the tiefling, the small child looked alive and healthy, with messy hair that had clearly been brushed recently.

His gaze scanned the paper once, and then, just to be sure, twice.
"Zladimir 's gone already?" A flicker of disappointment crossed Ike's face as he read the news. "What a shame," He muttered, shaking his head. The tiefling sighed deeply, with a resigned shake of his head. "He could've been useful for longer.." There was a brief pause. “..Guess I’ll have t' change my huntin' plans.”

The goblin in his lap stirred slightly, and so Ike resumed his lullaby, his sharp teeth briefly visible in a fleeting smile, as if nothing had happened.
 
Although the news takes quite some time to reach Adelsburg, it does reach eventually. A young lady of 15 reads a letter from her father, her once bright orange hair having grown to a tan color due to her aging body. What was a 13 year old with an annoyingly stubborn spirit was slowly refining, blue dress replaced with a pale red one.
"Hm." Was all she hummed out, folding the letter to secure it someplace safe. "The jester has died, and now the court has grown quiet. Finally." She murmurs, placing the letter into an organized bookshelf, rows and rows of books accompanying it. "Now is the time for a tea party, pray nobody dislikes the snow." She smiles to herself, adjusting her dress.
For now the young lady has a tavern or two to run. For now, she does her part, and she does it well.
 
Nihil was sitting at his desk when Adele brought him a letter. After reading it, he thought to himself, "This is the end, isn't it? Zladimir is dead. Without a leader, our uprising is doomed to fail... Do I now have to submit to those I was supposed to kill? Well..." He sat for a while longer with the letter before sending a message to Janczyck-Mariusz Tzyrnowski, asking for forgiveness and the restoration of his imperial citizenship.
 
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