VINCERE EST VIVERE

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The Imperial Renatian Legion of Exalted Godfrey has always been a force that commanded Fear and Respect. Always a force that questioned not the authority of Renatus, and questioned not what they were ordered.

 

Ben Quadinaros had just left the port as The Legion watched onward. Most Legionnaires had stayed, watching with somber stares through their dark helms as they watched their Emperor and Royal Family sail off. Among them were people such as Ser Gregor Thorne, Ser Uthred Gromach, Illythia Arator, and countless faced among the sea of battle-worn soldiers. The Legion were spent after the war. Hundreds dead, countless wounded. Forever bearing the scars of a war declared upon them. These men and women, fiercely loyal and brave, were upon the frontlines all throughout the war- never seen without a clean sword. War came from Renatus and Her Legion, and returned bloodied, broken, and bruised to Reza and furthermore. Upon both Atlas and Arcas The Legion fought and won against multiple bandit groups. The Reivers, The Raguks, The Cursus Honorum, and plenty of independent groups.

To Conquer is To Live, is what The Legion stands for. And it has stood, conquering unto it’s death as Renatus had dissolved.  The Legion upheld these values, but most of all, Brotherhood, was a cornerstone of what it meant to be a Legionnaire. Brothers laughed together as they drank ale, bled together as they fought, and died together upon the fields of the countless Renatian campaigns. 

 

The Legion saved countless, not even of entirely of The Empire. Fighting back The Vaeyl during The Siege of Lasthope, fighting The Vaeyl during The Battle of Caer Baddyn where a dragon was slain by the hands of Legionnaires as their prime examples. Protecting hundreds of people not native to Imperium from banditry and dark magics.

 

The Legionnaires gave Imperial Salutes, a fist pounding over their hearts as they watched the ship leave, memories of brotherhood and war  resounding through their heads and helms. Months went by as the ship had left, until the news had finally returned. Gathered before  Fort Clapton, The Grand Marshal addressed any and all Legionnaires.

 

”Legion.” Stated a booming voice. “You have fought hard, and well. Few of you remain from the wars of Atlas, fewer from the time I had joined The Imperial Legion. Many of you fought and bled alongside one another, alongside Knights and Nobles as we fought in this war that was brought to our doorstep by traitors and cutthroats. The Legion is and was The beating heart of Renatus. I commend you all for your action, and commend you all for how you have performed and what you have done. However, as the time has come for our leadership, so has it come for ourselves. The Legion, is hereby dismantled and dissolved by my hand as Grand Marshal. I am certain our nation will need a new military, a new army to shield mankind and the former citizens of Renatus. I expect to see a good amount of you there. However, I release you from duty and relinquish your responsibilities until then. You are free men, bloodied soldiers of war and victors of our age. Renatus will ascend unto the seven skies as dragons do, as will ourselves when fate claims us. But until then, we live on and persevere.”

 

”Vincere est Vivere.”

 

[Evonpire 2014]

“What?” A surprised legionnaire said.

[MarkFoundGOD 602]

Ser Mark Skynor sheathed his sword, After killing another bandit. He reads the post with disappointment that his name was not mentioned, Yet a smile can be seen across his features “It is a time for a new era, Then.” He chuckles loudly.

[Skyrunner 257]

“Jan, Aldonza, Sennestien, and so it seems to that I have now outlived the Royal Legion itself.” Utaria solemnly comments to herself as she closed her eyes

[Zhikarta 4064]

”Is this how you compensate for weak leadership, Arator?” Asked a former Legion Officer, shaking his head upon hearing the news.