He awoke to a dry heat and silently cursed the godforsaken desert the Empire wanted to claim. Taser groaned as he rose from his bed, weary from the Great War that claimed so many of Veluca's sons. A messenger knocked at the door that brought Taser back to reality.
"One moment. Let me put on a robe." Taser grabbed his nomad robes, a heirloom from his great grandfather that had been mended countless times. After putting it on and telling his mistress to leave the back door, he opened the door. The messenger jumped up from a chair to hand Taser a message. "Its urgent sir. From Steward Tristran himself." the messenger said nervously. "Not good news I presume?" Taser asked. "No sire. Not at all." With a sigh, Taser sat down in his comfy chair and poured himself a drink. "Thank you for the message. You may leave. If you need supplies ask Augustine." The messenger left with a bow and closed the door behind him. He took the message, opened it and started reading.
Taser,
I trust you are in good health and hope you are as well. Things are dire in the homeland. The empire has crumbled around itself. The factions we trusted with much have betrayed us. HoC has taken much of what lies to the west of the Velucan homeland with claims on a village held by one of our lords. MB left not long after. Currently the empire is in shambles and we need to rebuild what we can. We need you and every man under your command to return to Veluca. Every lord and squire under Veluca is also commanded to do so. The Godking Emperor Robert has commanded me to write this and to send it to you and every lord in order to salvage what we can out of this disaster. His visions of peace in Calradia under his rule have been postponed.
By the way, take a few slaves for Robert as well. He is.. very distressed these days.
In service of the Godking Emperor Robert,
Tristran
He stared dumbfounded at the message. He thought it a practical joke but the official stamp was there right next to the Steward's signature. His hand shook as he grabbed his drink. "Impossible," he thought, "Why now? Do they not realize what we've sacrificed here? The amount of velucan sons that died in this damn desert could be stacked like cordwood for miles. The damn bastards.."
Upon arriving at Veluca with the ragtag army he had left from his campaigning in the desert, he smiled slightly at the sight before seeing the mess before its walls. The price of peace was high. Veluca itself was sieged to force a peace treaty with Occitan. The war has simply created a hole in which men, horses and money had simply disappeared into and oh, so many men had disappeared into the vastness of the hole that was the desert. He didn't recognize most of the men that had come back to Veluca with him and it pained him how many Velucans were buried in shallow graves in the sands. Not the place to bury a Velucan he muttered to himself. A true Velucan should be buried at home alongside his fathers.
Ignoring that, he felt relief the war was over but the news that war would start with their former allies in arms saddened him. As he trotted through the gates of Veluca, he hoped the war would be short as too many men died in the desert. There didn't need to be more bloodletting between former allies. As he finished that thought, a child waving a pamphlet cried out, "The hounds have attacked! They have sieged a village held by the Godking himself!" A small crowd gathered around the child as he tried to pass out pamphlets as quickly as they were taken. "So.. it has begun," Taser mused,"so be it then. Let the bloodletting begin anew."
My attempt of Rping. Meh. Just wanted to record the events with Occitan and Hoc/MB. Obviously HoC stopped after the village they took but I'm just stopping there for now. MB will be more interesting since they're denying the Divinity of Godking Emperor Robert.
