The Orenian Homefront

[Kholibrii 1211]

The Orenian Homefront

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Common women caring for their home - circa 1818

 

As the war against the barbaric Norlandic people rages on, the streets of Providence are left standing barren because the valiant soldiers of the Imperial State Army are protecting us on the battlefield. Even during this time of war, when many of our men and women are on the front lines, we mustn’t allow our glorious Empire to stagnate. As citizens of the Holy Orenian Empire it is our duty to provide assistance to the Army and not allow our Morale and Spirit as a nation to dwindle.

 

As such, I call all my fellow citizens of the empire to do their part! We each have our role to play during this time of war and we can not fall victim to laziness. All able citizens should spend time within the mines and lumber yards, if we all swing our picks in the name of the empire then the work required from each person becomes miniscule. If you have the financial ability to provide Marks to the army, donate! What good will your money do in your safe if we are overrun by barbarians?

 

The man braving against the Norlanders is not a one of our bygone Ascended, an impervious Azdrazi or a sturdy Cleric of yore. He is a man, an Imperial infantryman drawn from some forgotten corner of our Empire to fight for his Emperor and the safety of the people he loves. He is a factory worker, a farmer, a storekeeper, a father, a brother, a son -- a mere man. Against barbarians like the Norlanders, teeming and numberless, powered by the very will of thirsting tyrants… he holds the line. He has held the line for thousands of years. What is your excuse, to sit and twiddle your thumbs at home while he bleeds for you?

 

Our spirit as the citizens of this Empire is what drives us to succeed. No matter what we can not allow our spirit to falter! I humbly ask all authors, musicians, playwrights, event planners, and members of any other artistic profession to lift your pen, sing your song, tell your story, and host your ball in the name of the Empire! Use your unique skills as the kindling to our fervent flame of patriotic passion, so we might welcome our soldiers home with pomp and bravado!

 

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Signed, 

Your Fellow Citizen, Natalie Julia Beaumont

[DahStalker 3692]

Emerentia viewed the penmanship from her daughter with a warm smile, placing within a small memory box soon after. She hoped those who read the contents of the missive took them to heart and mind.

[Da_Emperors 1987]

Archchancellor Ledicort d'Azor would read the words of the citizen Natalie Beaumont as he offered a smiled. The words over the parchment would bring to joy. He would raise himself from his seat as he would whisper to himself, "The Holy Orenian Empire shall hold the beat from each citizen's heart. We are a nation united together to defend our traditions, our religion and our way of life itself. May GOD bless you Natalie, and our most Holy Empire. All glory to GOD and for our nation." He would then move off to the Augustine in which we would prepare the eve's duties. 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Gerg, a young teapot wearing boy grows a victory garden in his neighborhood for the war, The Great War

[valecu 2128]

"OREN AUT MORTEM" Valent would exclaim, after receiving the hundred missive of the day.

[OP bandamont 901]

Ziegfrid shaked his head looking at the empty plates in his house "Someone needs to get me some beef! for today"