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AS LONG AS WE DEFEND IT

Philip Augustus

 

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The Burning of Al’Khazar

 

Centuries ago, in times long past, a people were threatened with extinction. The Undead, the minions of Iblees, the Devil Himself, wreaked havoc on the ancient lands of Aegis. As the Kingdom of Oren’s capital burned, a soldier mounted the parapet; singular and unwavering.

 

Little is known of the man we know only as Captain Martin. We cannot know all that he is, but we do know what he did this day. The sources from this era are largely unreliable and mostly nonexistent, though some has been passed down in oral tradition, and even some aged elves know of this battle; the Undead’s siege of Al’Khazar.

 

It is said that when Captain Martin mounted the parapet before the soldiers and denizens of Al’Khazar, of Oren, he shouted at the crowd amidst the roaring fires. Undead shrieks and screams of the dying. A few slowed their flee from the battlefield, turning their heads to the bark of the grizzled Captain. 

 

“Oren stands, as long as we defend it!”

 

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Captain Martin’s Rally

 

At the word of the Captain, the fleeing soldiers resolved themselves. They rallied to his call, and though many of them died fighting for their home, and their country, not one of them died with regret. For what evil can be worse than that which threatens all of existence? What fight can be more righteous, more for the Lord’s glory than our own?

 

There is no more literal interpretation of Captain Martin’s spirit and struggle than our struggle against the demonic invaders. There is no man more suited to be this rallying call, to reach the depths of our hearts and speak to our undying love for our country, than our General.

 

As we rally our forces and continue our plans to halt the invasion of demonic forces, fret not. Many have told us it is foolish to fight against them, that each life lost is strength in their army, and so there is no use. They spread deceit, that we are throwing bodies at the demonic invader, where we have gained veteranship over combat with these creatures after only minimal losses.

 

Others will tell you that to fight is hopeless, yet fear not. The Lord gives us trials, and none are insurmountable. The time is different, the foe is different, even our country is so different than it was that time, so long ago. Yet still, we can recall the spirit of Captain Martin, a man whose struggle and resolve are so much like our own.

 

Oren stands as long as we defend it.

 

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In the lower levels of the Bastille, a group of young Orenian field officers sit around a roaring fireplace, smoking Amador cigars and sharing tales of Mankind’s ancient heroes. As they listen to the valorous tale of Captain Martin, Lieutenant Stafford gets up and pours them each a glass of Pruvian port, to toast the Captain’s memory.

 

“To Martin, and the glory of the empire! Oren stands as long as we defend it!”

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“Good save his soul,” murmurs John, as he reads of the heroic Martin. “We will leave no descendent behind.”

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"Oren stands as long as we defend it" Sir Edward Galbraith would mutter in agreement before grabbing the ancestral cascadian sword of his father and going to defend Oren against the inferi alongside his comrades of the Imperial State Army.

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“Dear Philip,

 

Please tell your people cooperate with the good folks who have been gathering information about this crisis since before you knew about it; Refusing to take part in the alliance that every other nation is a member of is vain, not heroic.

 

- Fiil’Yar, kub of Thurak’Yar”

 

Writes Fiil’Yar, recently retired diplomat, now distant observer of international affairs.

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Ensign Pruvia smiled, echoing the phrase as her eyes scanned the leaflet. ”Aye! To the glory of the Empire!” she’d grin, raising her rapier toward the sky as she rode out on a scouting mission – comrades in toe as they approached the Infernal Front to scout the region. ”And GODAN Save the Emperor!”

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"The service of our country, is the service of our Lord, and devotion to the people of this realm, is devotion to our collective self. We know our responsibility, may GOD give us the ability and courage to fulfill them, just like Captain Martin. We seek our Lord's grace to keep us on the path of virtue, courage, and wisdom."

 

The young statesman would remark, walking around his office as his fingers would brush upon his resting blade.

 

 

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“Martin is an inspiration to us all.” remarked Victor from his office in the Helena Bazaar.

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Sir Alaric DeNurem sat in his office within the Novellen, his tiny Sorvian having delivered the missive to his desk. “Oren stands as long as we defend it.” He muttered as read the missive with great intent, having a keen eye for history. 

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