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Posters are placed all over Altera, along with firm-voiced heralds.
The decree is read as far as Linistel & Queensport and as close as Astrakhan.
To the "Arachian Lord", Branko Cor-Votum
You demand that I surrender Astrakhan to you, along with the rest of the countryside.
I will not.
For to give away the city to the likes of you and your horde would be a sacrilege to all the Gods.
To surrender it would be a crime against Freedom & Beauty itself.
And even if I were so wretched as to desire this, it would be beyond my authority.
For if you achieve victory, you would gain only a city, and none of its inhabitants.
The blood of the Asrakosians cries out for freedom above all else, and my people will forever despise your rule.
Our soldiers will line up against you on the battlefield.
Our builders will refuse to build your triumphal monuments.
Our priests will cast curses upon you and your ilk.
Our farmers will burn their harvests.
Our vintners will poison your soldiers.
Our children will taunt your name in the streets.
Our mothers will cast your men out of the markets.
We would all rather die than live under your wretched hand, you piteous brigand.
By the Red Hand of Valiant, under His Dragon-Standard, I make this oath:
I will defend my people with all my strength, or let my soul be cursed to wander the earth.
May we meet in battle.
- THEODOSIVS HOSTILIVS HERENNIVS
BASILEOS TON ASRAKON
PATERFAMILIAS TON HERENII
Kostadim
Posters are placed all over Altera, along with firm-voiced heralds.
The decree is read as far as Linistel & Queensport and as close as Astrakhan.
To the "Arachian Lord", Branko Cor-Votum
You demand that I surrender Astrakhan to you, along with the rest of the countryside.
I will not.
For to give away the city to the likes of you and your horde would be a sacrilege to all the Gods.
To surrender it would be a crime against Freedom & Beauty itself.
And even if I were so wretched as to desire this, it would be beyond my authority.
For if you achieve victory, you would gain only a city, and none of its inhabitants.
The blood of the Asrakosians cries out for freedom above all else, and my people will forever despise your rule.
Our soldiers will line up against you on the battlefield.
Our builders will refuse to build your triumphal monuments.
Our priests will cast curses upon you and your ilk.
Our farmers will burn their harvests.
Our vintners will poison your soldiers.
Our children will taunt your name in the streets.
Our mothers will cast your men out of the markets.
We would all rather die than live under your wretched hand, you piteous brigand.
By the Red Hand of Valiant, under His Dragon-Standard, I make this oath:
I will defend my people with all my strength, or let my soul be cursed to wander the earth.
May we meet in battle.
- THEODOSIVS HOSTILIVS HERENNIVS
BASILEOS TON ASRAKON
PATERFAMILIAS TON HERENII
Kostadim
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