Vlachia's Vengeance

[chaotikal]

Vlachian Cossacks during the raid on Aellen, circa 31 AC.

Vlachia has been avenged. Rejoice and be merry my brothers and sisters, for the end of elven tyranny is nigh. Do not forget who you are, and how you came to be. We the noble sons who have grown in exile, who have watched as our fathers were driven down by a coward's heel. No more shall we let our fathers names be besmirched by that of the elflings. We shall have revenge, for those of the golden sun, whose bodies were hewn as they lay dead at the mouth of the Grosburg, make our people one under the shadows of the black forests, only then shall we have peace.

Even now, our enemies conspire against us. Where light does not shine, they gather like shadows in the night. To this I say let them, for we sons and daughters of Vlach bend our knees to none but the gods. We bear the torch of our forefathers, for the fire burns deep in all of us.


By the gods we’ll have our home.

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Writ en Namen de,
Ivan the Bavár​

 

[Lionbileti]

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