Pantera
18-10-2004, 02:59
Earlier this evening the Lord Reaver addressed the Panteran nation and his armies. It is said that almost four-billion Panterans tuned in for the address, as well as countless billions in other nations. The wartorn nation has been quiet in the international scene the past year, and many were fearful of what this terrible new leader would say, some rightfully so. Here is the footage:
The scene is intimate. The Great Hall of the Seastone Palace is dark, and the massive grey-green stone of the Seastone Chair is bathed in firelight. The Evenstar himself is perched upon it, his arms resting on the carved longships that form the arms of the throne. His two wrist-thick golden braids hang down and lay against his chest. He is dressed simply in black wool, save for the great broadsword that leans against the arm of the throne, its length inscibed with glittering silver runes. Beneath a slim iron crown, his clean-shaven face is set in a grim scowl.
"My Reavers, Panteran citizens, allies abroad and cowering enemies: I come before you tonight to make a number of announcements.
First and foremost, with Pantera united under my rule once more and with millions of wild Reavers again forged into a single weapon, I have begun sweeping reforms across the nation and our holdings. Education and social funding are on the rise and soon our healthcare system will undergo sweeping reforms. A new day has dawned in Pantera, a day that will see us wealthier and more powerful than ever.
Also, the Panteran military, already rightfully feared the world over, will be overhauled and reequipped. Over the next year I plan to add a further 3 million Reavers, and increase our air strength significantly. The size of the Panteran homeland armada, Valhalla's Fleet, will be doubled over the next two years, and our strength on the ground, already unstoppable, will be further bolstered by the addition of some two-hundred thousand units of heavy armor, and uncounted attending vehicles. The thunder of our advance will rock the earth, in time.
In addition to said military growth, Panteran scientists have been hard at work, researching the growing threat of the 'Gravship' and its associated technology. In order to effectively combat these coward machines, our scientists have begun developing the 'Voidseek' missile system, designed to track the gravitational disruptions of the gravships and upon detonation cause immediate shut-down of the grav-drives, due to the severity of concussion. I'll admit, I know little of the workings of such shit, I prefer to meet my foe face to face, yet I will be prepared to destroy any such craft, should their owners choose to make an enemy of me.
Rather than remain trapped in useless entanglements, I have decided to sever alliances with those who are useless, and to forge powerful new friendships with those who would stand alongside and do us proud. From this moment, all previous alliances are dissolved and forgotten, save for the unbreakable bond of the Blood Pact, and our regional allies, the Allied Powers.
Finally, it is with great pride that I anounce my marriage to the Lady Teshara Tarkhos or Atharkos, henceforth my Love and Queen Reaver of the Free Lands of Pantera, Empress of the ThirdEye, and Lady of Toke. Her word is Law made reality, through my strength. Now, and forever.
Rejoice, friends, for the future of Pantera is as bright as the sun, while ahead of her enemies lies only darkness and horror."
Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera
Drag the Waters of War
The scene is intimate. The Great Hall of the Seastone Palace is dark, and the massive grey-green stone of the Seastone Chair is bathed in firelight. The Evenstar himself is perched upon it, his arms resting on the carved longships that form the arms of the throne. His two wrist-thick golden braids hang down and lay against his chest. He is dressed simply in black wool, save for the great broadsword that leans against the arm of the throne, its length inscibed with glittering silver runes. Beneath a slim iron crown, his clean-shaven face is set in a grim scowl.
"My Reavers, Panteran citizens, allies abroad and cowering enemies: I come before you tonight to make a number of announcements.
First and foremost, with Pantera united under my rule once more and with millions of wild Reavers again forged into a single weapon, I have begun sweeping reforms across the nation and our holdings. Education and social funding are on the rise and soon our healthcare system will undergo sweeping reforms. A new day has dawned in Pantera, a day that will see us wealthier and more powerful than ever.
Also, the Panteran military, already rightfully feared the world over, will be overhauled and reequipped. Over the next year I plan to add a further 3 million Reavers, and increase our air strength significantly. The size of the Panteran homeland armada, Valhalla's Fleet, will be doubled over the next two years, and our strength on the ground, already unstoppable, will be further bolstered by the addition of some two-hundred thousand units of heavy armor, and uncounted attending vehicles. The thunder of our advance will rock the earth, in time.
In addition to said military growth, Panteran scientists have been hard at work, researching the growing threat of the 'Gravship' and its associated technology. In order to effectively combat these coward machines, our scientists have begun developing the 'Voidseek' missile system, designed to track the gravitational disruptions of the gravships and upon detonation cause immediate shut-down of the grav-drives, due to the severity of concussion. I'll admit, I know little of the workings of such shit, I prefer to meet my foe face to face, yet I will be prepared to destroy any such craft, should their owners choose to make an enemy of me.
Rather than remain trapped in useless entanglements, I have decided to sever alliances with those who are useless, and to forge powerful new friendships with those who would stand alongside and do us proud. From this moment, all previous alliances are dissolved and forgotten, save for the unbreakable bond of the Blood Pact, and our regional allies, the Allied Powers.
Finally, it is with great pride that I anounce my marriage to the Lady Teshara Tarkhos or Atharkos, henceforth my Love and Queen Reaver of the Free Lands of Pantera, Empress of the ThirdEye, and Lady of Toke. Her word is Law made reality, through my strength. Now, and forever.
Rejoice, friends, for the future of Pantera is as bright as the sun, while ahead of her enemies lies only darkness and horror."
Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera
Drag the Waters of War