Post by Josephus I on May 15, 2008 22:21:56 GMT
King Josephus stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the Imperial Square. Above the balcony the Great stained glass window of West Grinstead Castle glowed softly revealing it's symbols of King John and Ancient battles whilst below him the Royal Banner glided softly as the people below sat and stood in silence awaiting the King's message. Josephus adjusted the microphone, before he pulled the statement before himself.
'My fellow Nova English People,
Today our Brothers of Bosworth were attacked by the Republic of Shireroth whilst they threatened our great allies of Britannia! For the past few months we have helped keep order in our Sisterland of Britannia. For they have finally risen from the ashes but they will not hesitate to burn the Shirerothians with the fires of the Lord and their courage. We as Kin to the Britannians must defend their lands and help beat back these oppressors! The Britannic people will continue to survive on Micras and no longer shall we bay to the whines of nations that think themselves more powerful then us. Today is the day that we March into war once again,
May the sounds of the War drums and Loaded weaponry fill the air tonight!
To war my people! Deux Vult!..........Deux Vult!'
As Josephus finished his short speech the air was filled with the sounds of the crowd below chanting 'Deux Vult'. For God really did will the destruction of these heathens in the eyes of the Nova English.
'My fellow Nova English People,
Today our Brothers of Bosworth were attacked by the Republic of Shireroth whilst they threatened our great allies of Britannia! For the past few months we have helped keep order in our Sisterland of Britannia. For they have finally risen from the ashes but they will not hesitate to burn the Shirerothians with the fires of the Lord and their courage. We as Kin to the Britannians must defend their lands and help beat back these oppressors! The Britannic people will continue to survive on Micras and no longer shall we bay to the whines of nations that think themselves more powerful then us. Today is the day that we March into war once again,
May the sounds of the War drums and Loaded weaponry fill the air tonight!
To war my people! Deux Vult!..........Deux Vult!'
As Josephus finished his short speech the air was filled with the sounds of the crowd below chanting 'Deux Vult'. For God really did will the destruction of these heathens in the eyes of the Nova English.
