John Ivory 4547 Share Posted November 7, 2019 TO MY BELOVED COUNTRYMEN, I first enlisted as an ensign under the Protectorate of Adrian. It was a different, unstable time then. I have seen the winds of progress reform the constitution of this country, and witnessed firsthand as the project begun. I write as I bear, with all my countrymen, the existential threat which the State faces. Some sixteen years ago our fair country was upon the brink of collapse. The war had left our spirit sapped, and discord held free reign upon the hearts of the people. The petty provinces staked their claims, and dug the trenches for a continuation of bloodshed. Unity was to be obliterated. This was not to be. In brotherhood, the provinces took council with one another, and as if inspired by love for a higher cause, threw down their self-interest, and submitted themselves to the reign of Young Alexander. In history, this was an anomaly. Empires, or so they say, are forged by conquest; but what of love for country? It was not the sword which brought us from desolation, but a united spirit, that ever-flaming will of an Orenian heart. Our history tells us that the Exalted Sigismund, after the Exodus of Horen the Black, wept in pity for his shattered country. So too did King Silus, his contemporary; so much in sorrow were these two lords, petty as they were, that they threw down their swords, and Silus submitted himself to Sigismund, not by conquest but love: love for Oren, their beloved country. Preeminent amongst the nations of the world, Oren stands ever in splendor, the finest of the great empires. From sea to shining sea she has spread her influence. The Johannian Restoration saw her triumph against odds which would have cowed lesser men. What is this tenacity, this inveterate will, which has maintained her spirit through the rise and fall of centuries. It is her people, who throw themselves down at her hearth, who pray at her altars, those great men who surrender their very lives for her continued prosperity. Orenian history, unlike the histories of lesser states, is defined by selfless men. She does not tolerate tyranny, nor does she tolerate those who put themselves above the good of the country; she destroys them, and raises up those who will serve her to their utmost. The histories are filled with these men of courageous virtue. It was Saint Thomas of Gaekrin who mortified his personal ambitions, and surrendered his life to service. It was Adrian Rothesay, that bulwark of the Eighteen Years’ War, who declared that the world was not enough for his beloved Oren. Blessed Vytenis, realizing the peril of his sovereign Emperor John Frederick, threw himself at the feet of his would-be assassins, giving up his ghost that the spirit of the State be preserved. Is this not the marking of better men? Forgetting themselves, they know only the State. Their courageous hearts they offer, not for personal gain, but for eternity; towering heights of greatness they create, brick by brick, for the glorification of something higher than mere men: their beloved country. Reports arrive of defeats which we have suffered against the villains who have set themselves to tearing apart the motherland. It is true, we have taken setbacks, and a good few in number. But what shall we do? The State calls for the next generation of men that shall bleed for her continued prosperity, and that of her posterity. In desperation, she calls for the heroes who will maintain her, and the constitution. I call upon my countrymen to enlist, or die. There are hordes at the gates who believe themselves ready to be our country’s undoing. I have no such biting fears in my heart, that should I die for her sake, it would be in vain; for generations braver hence shall gather up the pieces, and continue the fight for her sake, the eternal cause. SER BEELZEBUB BASARAB, Pvt. 1st Helena Regulars, Concerned Citizen Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scipp3r 451 Share Posted November 7, 2019 Urrigon Drumm rushes to the recruitment station after receiving the message. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankdh 2418 Share Posted November 7, 2019 Helaine Haas, a humble nun of the Canonist Church, comes across the missive. She nods to herself. “This is a good, just man of our Empire! We should all aspire to carry such a strong sense of patriotism in our hearts.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
frill 2277 Share Posted November 7, 2019 The Solicitor-General sits at his office desk, sipping from an almost perfumed glass of white wine. Near spilling the wide-bowed piece of Helenian stemware as he leans across the desk — he was no man to use an ale mug for wine — he searches through leaves of old paper to find his receipt of his old enlistenment form. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dyl 2088 Share Posted November 7, 2019 “I have bled for Oren...” Jahan would mutter. He would walk through the city, seeing all the innocent children and civilians go about their daily lives. “I will gladly lay my life on the line once more to defend her.” He would come to his Gunner armour, “Let me see if this still fits me.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sergisala 3451 Share Posted November 7, 2019 The former Minister of Truth of Oren would give his approval to this propaganda from the seven skies Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salvo 1852 Share Posted November 7, 2019 “Haha Belzeboob” @Hunwald Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
helldiving 5793 Share Posted November 7, 2019 “Times of Adrian Sarkozy were different, a better Empire than what you praise now. Fools – Peter III is nowhere near what the Lord Protector once was, despite our allegiances and past affiliations we all recognized him as the protector of the realm, while this drunken fool’s army gets butchered, and his government crumbles. Unstable? Adrian was the closest you ever had to stable.” remarked Prince Antonius, after slashing through a dozen of what appeared to be a new breed of Orenian Reivers. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456 Share Posted November 7, 2019 Boris Kazlov II crumples up the letter from a concerned citizen and uses it to wipe away the tears of a starving Sviato II. ”Ow Papej it hurts!” Sviato scrunched up his face at the uncomfortable touch and misuse of the crumpled letter. ”Shh Sviato, am niet afford handkerchief. Niet until we make remove of Imperialsky once and for all.” Boris glares at the Empire, praying for a Carrion restoration. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8924 Share Posted November 7, 2019 6 hours ago, Milenkhov said: “Times of Adrian Sarkozy were different, a better Empire than what you praise now. Fools – Peter III is nowhere near what the Lord Protector once was, despite our allegiances and past affiliations we all recognized him as the protector of the realm, while this drunken fool’s army gets butchered, and his government crumbles. Unstable? Adrian was the closest you ever had to stable.” remarked Prince Antonius, after slashing through a dozen of what appeared to be a new breed of Orenian Reivers. “Cute how you believe yourself capable of insulting others for their stability, considering your history of attempted arson and murder within the city you dwell.” Remarks Marlow in anger. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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