Post by QaraGan on Oct 3, 2005 9:26:45 GMT
The council of the Hun Tribes once again came together having been called by Qaragan for a yet unknown reason. They silently took there seats and looked to there kinsman in anticipation for what he had to say.
Qaragan stood and came around the table to face the others and nodded to each in greeting. “Kinsmen and Fellow leaders of the great Huns I come before you today to speak on our future. We Huns once controlled an empire that rivaled all other nations of the world in power and size. Our great leader Attila almost conquered to world! How far we have fallen since his assassination…. How base and docile we now seem…. Have we Huns lost the inner fire in such a short time? Have we Huns become cowards?”
The others stared at Qaragan in utter shock at the tone of his voice and the conviction there in. each looked from him and between each other while softly whispering between themselves.
“I say NO!” Qaragan continued. “The Great Attila once said ‘We Huns deserve to Rule The World’, and I agree with him! I will no longer sit by and be content with what we have! I will take up my grandfathers mission! I will retake what is rightfully ours and the name Huns will once again be feared and respected the world over!” Qaragans voice reverberated off the walls and pillars of the room filled with a fire that almost seemed to burn the ears of those who listened.
“And how and where do you expect to strike first dear brother?” Turan asked feeling very uneasy at what his brother was saying. With this the others nodded and continued to whisper amongst themselves but never letting there eyes wonder from Qaragan.
“It has been a week since the Roman came and went and though no formal alliance or friendship was stuck I did promise peace for the time being and why is that? Because my eyes have yet to turn west. No I will strike East…. I will retake what my grandfather bled to conquer! I will take a portion of our armies and I will expand our empire…. In Hun tradition we will give the cities and nations the opportunity to surrender an become one with us but if they do not I will bring the wrath of the Huns down upon them! They will feel the fury of our might and once again be part of our empire!”
Slowly the Nemuri, eldest of them, stood and clapped lightly before saying “Here, Here… In this I agree for your words have ignited the Hun fire within me…. My father did say those words and they ring as clear and true today as they ever did! You have my support nephew but I ask you where shall you strike first?”
Qaragan nodded in thanks then stared at each of them silently for a moment. “I will strike south… Slavic Illyria… They will become part of our empire once more one way or another”
With that said Nemuri clapped again and in turn the others followed. Qaragan bowed to his kin and fellow tribe leaders then turned and left to ready for the coming campaign.
Qaragan stood and came around the table to face the others and nodded to each in greeting. “Kinsmen and Fellow leaders of the great Huns I come before you today to speak on our future. We Huns once controlled an empire that rivaled all other nations of the world in power and size. Our great leader Attila almost conquered to world! How far we have fallen since his assassination…. How base and docile we now seem…. Have we Huns lost the inner fire in such a short time? Have we Huns become cowards?”
The others stared at Qaragan in utter shock at the tone of his voice and the conviction there in. each looked from him and between each other while softly whispering between themselves.
“I say NO!” Qaragan continued. “The Great Attila once said ‘We Huns deserve to Rule The World’, and I agree with him! I will no longer sit by and be content with what we have! I will take up my grandfathers mission! I will retake what is rightfully ours and the name Huns will once again be feared and respected the world over!” Qaragans voice reverberated off the walls and pillars of the room filled with a fire that almost seemed to burn the ears of those who listened.
“And how and where do you expect to strike first dear brother?” Turan asked feeling very uneasy at what his brother was saying. With this the others nodded and continued to whisper amongst themselves but never letting there eyes wonder from Qaragan.
“It has been a week since the Roman came and went and though no formal alliance or friendship was stuck I did promise peace for the time being and why is that? Because my eyes have yet to turn west. No I will strike East…. I will retake what my grandfather bled to conquer! I will take a portion of our armies and I will expand our empire…. In Hun tradition we will give the cities and nations the opportunity to surrender an become one with us but if they do not I will bring the wrath of the Huns down upon them! They will feel the fury of our might and once again be part of our empire!”
Slowly the Nemuri, eldest of them, stood and clapped lightly before saying “Here, Here… In this I agree for your words have ignited the Hun fire within me…. My father did say those words and they ring as clear and true today as they ever did! You have my support nephew but I ask you where shall you strike first?”
Qaragan nodded in thanks then stared at each of them silently for a moment. “I will strike south… Slavic Illyria… They will become part of our empire once more one way or another”
With that said Nemuri clapped again and in turn the others followed. Qaragan bowed to his kin and fellow tribe leaders then turned and left to ready for the coming campaign.
