Serpenteye
First Post
"My lord God Emperor," the spymaster of the north bows and trembling with fear and anger says "The North Kingdom is in serious danger of being overrun, our forces in the Flinty Hills are still not victorious and the Legions of Kas are licking their wounds in Nyrond. In the west a powerful host, an army greater than any other, sits on the borders of the Bakluni, ready to charge east, and reinforcements are arriving daily. The UC of Toril does so far seem to be non-agressive, but who knows how long that will last. And Vecna, well, nobody knows about Vecna and that is more ominous than everything else put together. I recommend you to begin negotiations for peace." The last is almost lost in a croaked whisper. The spymaster seems ready to faint.
"Peace," the God Emperor twists the word into a curse "no, not yet at least. It's too soon to know how the battle of the Flinty Hills will turn out. Perhaps if we win we can ask for peace with our honour intact. Perhaps we need not ask for peace at all, perhaps winning that battle will win us the war. The enemy is powerful but we have our own allies, they can yet win their wars and if they don't we can hardly abandon them to the mercy of our enemies. No, we will fight on," the God Emperor sighs to himself, the 'God-' part of his name seems increasingly heavy to carry. "There is yet time."
"Peace," the God Emperor twists the word into a curse "no, not yet at least. It's too soon to know how the battle of the Flinty Hills will turn out. Perhaps if we win we can ask for peace with our honour intact. Perhaps we need not ask for peace at all, perhaps winning that battle will win us the war. The enemy is powerful but we have our own allies, they can yet win their wars and if they don't we can hardly abandon them to the mercy of our enemies. No, we will fight on," the God Emperor sighs to himself, the 'God-' part of his name seems increasingly heavy to carry. "There is yet time."