Post by King Laman II
My fierce and loyal people! I, King Laman, stand tall today to proclaim our triumph in the battles against the Nephites under their pompous King Noah. Let every heart among us swell with pride, for we have crushed their arrogance and proven, once again, that our strength and cunning reign supreme. Gather near, and hear how we brought Noah’s people to their knees.
When my father’s treaty with Zeniff first bound the Nephites, it was a masterstroke, but time brought changes. Zeniff’s son, Noah, rose to power—a man bloated with pride, drunk on luxury, and blind to the noose we held. His people tilled our lands and paid our tributes, but Noah’s decadence weakened their resolve, and I saw my chance. The Nephites grew careless, their walls less watched, their warriors softened by feasts while Noah lounged in his gilded halls. I rallied our warriors, my blood burning with the legacy of my father, and we struck like lightning through the forest.
The battles were swift and glorious. Our first assault came at dawn, when Noah’s guards were sluggish, their eyes heavy with wine. We poured from the hills, spears gleaming, and cut through their outposts like a blade through cloth. The Nephites scrambled, their cries of alarm music to our ears. Noah sent his armies—ill-prepared and quarrelsome—but they were no match for our unity. My captains, seasoned by years of guarding our borders, outmaneuvered their lines, striking from shadows and vanishing before their counterblows could land.
Noah himself, they say, watched from afar, too craven to join his men. His people faltered, their spirit breaking as we pressed harder, our war cries echoing like thunder. By the third battle, their resistance crumbled. We stormed their fields, seized their stores, and tightened our grip on their city, Lehi-Nephi, until they bowed once more to our terms.
Now, Noah’s people labor under our yoke, their tributes heavier, their freedom a fading dream. Their king hides behind his walls, but his power frays, and I hear whispers of dissent among his own. Let them squabble! We, the Lamanites, stand unbroken, our blades sharp, our borders secure. My father’s treaty was the seed, but I have reaped the harvest, proving our might in blood and fire.
Raise your voices, my kin, for we are victorious! The Nephites dared to defy us, but we have shown them the cost. I, Laman, vow to guard this triumph, to keep our enemies humbled, and to lead us ever onward to glory. Let Noah tremble, for our shadow looms large, and our strength will never waver!
