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Sultan of Anjyarr, Arch-Pyromancer
[!] From the gilded halls of the Sultan’s palace in Al-Khadir, a lone rider sets forth, his pale steed clad in golden barding, his face hidden behind a darksteel mask adorned with a sculpted mustache. Across dunes and valleys, through cities and strongholds, he rides with purpose, carrying the will of his Sultan.
At last, he arrives at the gates of Luminion, the heart of the Dominion. Before its people, beneath the spires of their rulers, he raises his voice, sharp as a scimitar drawn from its sheath.
“From the sands of Anjyarr to the streets of Luminion, let it be known! The Sultan has spoken, and the righteous have risen! The sins of the Dominion are too many, the weight of their crimes too great! No longer shall the faithful abide their transgressions! War is upon you!”
The war drums thunder. From city to city, caravan to caravan, his words spread like wildfire, carried on the lips of traders, scribes, and heralds. Before the next moon rises, all of Eden shall know, war has begun. [!]
09.05.1559
In the Name of the Most High, under the guiding light of Fineall, whose celestial wisdom leads the righteous and whose divine fury consumes the wicked, let this decree be proclaimed to all corners of the world. The hour of reckoning has come!
On the 13th day of the fourth moon in the year 1559, the Sultanate of Anjyarr, in pursuit of rightful reclamation and lasting peace, engaged in diplomatic discourse with the Dominion of Corithiel. The Hadrians, in their noble wisdom, bore witness to this meeting, offering their hospitality as we laid forth our just and sacred claim to Kape Roth. Yet, despite our patience, our reason, and our unwavering adherence to honour, we were met only with mockery and scorn.
The Therri’Cill of Corithiel, blinded by arrogance and emboldened by their own deceit, spat upon the dignity of our Sultan, deriding our righteous cause and trampling upon the very essence of diplomacy. Their words were not those of a ruler seeking peace but of a scheming, venomous deceiver who plots ruin upon our people while speaking with a silvered tongue. These transgressions cannot, and shall not, stand any longer.
A War of Righteous Reckoning
Since the dawn of the Age of Fallen Spires, the devastating event that marks the beginning of our calendar, the high elves of the Glade of Arda have sought to erase us from existence. In blind arrogance, they heeded the whispers of the daemons of the void and led a campaign of annihilation against the Azari’Lunn. They cast down our cities, burned our libraries, and shattered our temples. They believed that by wiping our name from history, they could rid the world of our people. But they failed. By the will of the heavens, we endured. We rebuilt, we reclaimed, and we grew strong once more.
For sixteen centuries, the scorn of the elves has not waned. Their Dominion of Corithiel, spawned from the unholy fusion of the Kingdom of Luminion and the Empire of Mitrona, stands as a testament to their ceaseless ambition. They do not seek peace; they seek dominion. And now, in their insatiable thirst for power, they slither ever closer to our sacred realm, plotting ruin against our sovereignty and our way of life.The Dominion of Corithiel has become a festering wound upon the world, a threat not only to Anjyarr but to all who cherish freedom and the sanctity of their lands. We have seen this before. We know what comes next. We shall not wait for them to strike first. It is time to sever the serpent’s tongue.
This war is not waged in reckless ambition but in the pursuit of justice, in the defense of our people, and in the sacred duty to preserve all that is holy. Kape Roth, a city unjustly occupied by Corithiel, must be returned to its rightful place under the Sultanate. No longer shall it languish under the corruption of the elves, who have no claim to its lands nor its legacy. It shall be restored as the Emirate of al-Orman, a beacon of culture, faith, and prosperity under our noble rule.
Let it be declared to all nations of Eden: A Holy War is upon the Dominion of Corithiel!
By the divine right of the celestial order, by the unbreakable will of the Sultan, and by the wisdom of the High Priests, we proclaim an end to Corithiel’s occupation of Kape Roth. We demand the rightful return of this city to the embrace of the Sultanate, to be restored to its former glory as the Emirate of al-Orman. Furthermore, we demand reparations for the centuries of suffering inflicted upon our people, for the innocent blood spilled in the name of their tyranny, and for the countless desecrations of our sacred sites. This tribute shall serve not as a mere price of war, but as the foundation upon which we shall rebuild what they have so callously defiled.
Should the infidels of Arda yield to the will of the divine and surrender Kape Roth without resistance, should they acknowledge their sins and seek atonement, then they may find mercy in our judgement. But should they refuse, should they defy this righteous decree, then upon them shall fall the full weight of our fury. For every insult they have hurled upon our people, we shall strike them tenfold. For every stone they have defiled, we shall rain fire upon their halls. Their armies shall falter before our righteous might, their fortresses shall crumble before the zeal of the faithful, and their rulers shall tremble beneath the shadow of the retribution they have sown.
Let them hear the marching drums of war; let them see the banners of the Sultanate raised high against the dawn. The righteous shall ride forth like the stormwinds of the desert, and with the wrath of the heavens at our backs, we shall sweep away the corruption of the Dominion and cleanse the land of their wickedness. To every warrior who draws breath under the light of the sacred moon, to every sword-arm who knows the pain of oppression, to every heart that beats with faith and purpose: Now is the time to rise! Now is the time to take up the blade, to raise the standard, to reclaim what was stolen from us! Let the forges burn with the crafting of arms! Let the war horns sound from the minarets of our great cities! Let the people gather in solemn prayer, for the day of reckoning is upon us!
This is not merely a war of conquest; this is a war of righteousness, a war of faith, a war that shall be remembered in the annals of history as the moment when the faithful rose as one and cast down the blasphemers into the dust!
The forces of Corithiel shall know despair. Their gods shall turn their faces from them. Their allies shall falter in the wake of our advance. We are not mere men, we are the chosen of the heavens, the warriors of divine justice! Let no soul among us waver, for the path ahead is clear, and destiny favours the bold! By the command of the Sultan, by the will of the heavens, by the sacred light of Fineall, the war begins!
Forward, warriors of Anjyarr! Forward, chosen of the Sultanate! Forward, to victory!
Signed:The Divan al-Sultani
Sig’Vyl al-Buthara,
Sultan Padishah of the Sultanate of Anjyarr, Sovereign by the will of the Heavens, Geshek Bey of the Sacred Dunes, Guardian of the Azari’Lunn, Emir of Al-Khadir
Agnorak al-Martazaq,
Sayyid al-Jund, Grand Vizier of the Sultanate of Anjyarr, Emir of Al-Nahfateh
Njikolai Havrania,
Sahib Bey of the Divan al-Sultani, Kadi’Pasha of the Sultanate of Anjyarr
Sizz al-Buthara,
Şehzade of Anjyarr, Deftedar of the Divan al-Sultani, Emir of Al-Jabrid
Sallara Akyol,
Emir of Al-Torbuk
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