Post by King Percy LXII of Percia on Feb 11, 2023 5:02:17 GMT
Kingdom of Percia
Dense, dark, mysterious forests. Bare, rolling knolls, hills, and mountains. Drizzly, grey skies and patchwork farm fields. The House of Percy's own little corner of the world on the far frontier of the late empire. For hundreds of years, King Percy LXII, his father, his father's father, his father's father's father, his father's father's father's father, and so forth, had ruled these lands by the divine right granted to them by their Lord.
Percia stands as the first line of defence of Christendom. Beyond her eastern borders lie the unkown lands of heathen pagan barbarians and vicious Moslems, whom the Kings of Percia keep at bay in the service of their Lord and of their divine mandate. The fiercely loyal armies of the Percian Kings, led by their electric and enigmatic leaders (who don't seem the longest lived, to be fair, but something something candle twice as bright), have protected the Pope and his extensive parish from the heretical hordes for centuries.
All true Christians may feel secure with the Percians at their back. Their dedication to their King, Country and Lord is second to none. There is no enemy too daunting, no distance too far, and no mission so suicidal that the valiant Kings of Percia will not take head on. And let Percia's motto ever be "Victory or Death, or Die Trying."
Dense, dark, mysterious forests. Bare, rolling knolls, hills, and mountains. Drizzly, grey skies and patchwork farm fields. The House of Percy's own little corner of the world on the far frontier of the late empire. For hundreds of years, King Percy LXII, his father, his father's father, his father's father's father, his father's father's father's father, and so forth, had ruled these lands by the divine right granted to them by their Lord.
Percia stands as the first line of defence of Christendom. Beyond her eastern borders lie the unkown lands of heathen pagan barbarians and vicious Moslems, whom the Kings of Percia keep at bay in the service of their Lord and of their divine mandate. The fiercely loyal armies of the Percian Kings, led by their electric and enigmatic leaders (who don't seem the longest lived, to be fair, but something something candle twice as bright), have protected the Pope and his extensive parish from the heretical hordes for centuries.
All true Christians may feel secure with the Percians at their back. Their dedication to their King, Country and Lord is second to none. There is no enemy too daunting, no distance too far, and no mission so suicidal that the valiant Kings of Percia will not take head on. And let Percia's motto ever be "Victory or Death, or Die Trying."
