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The Surrender of Salvo

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The Patriots of Salvo enter Ves,

12th of Snow’s Maiden, 220 S.A

(song here for fun ig?)

 


A Missive would be spread all around the lands, 

 

It is I, President McCanon, of the Republic of Salvo, writing to you from the halls of the congress of Salvo. Early this saints day I was provided with information from a dear friend of mine along the roads. The words of Salvo as well as Balian have hurt my character for they are filled with untruths and lies to slander my name. As a result of these lies, Bounties, Warrants, and Death threats have been thrown towards my way. 

 

As such a Coalition attempted to capture me this earlier Saint's Day. And yet for those who have heeded my warnings for Balian they did not answer such a call for aid to Salvo. So as such with all of my Salvo pride, a group of great men decided to ride to Salvo for an explanation and hope of ending such slander. Yet, such hopes were dashed as soon we entered into the city unimpeded. They hurled threats and insults at our character and at our ideals. While doing so they ran for their weapons. Without a moment's hesitation we fired ours first in the hopes of silencing such a threat. A body fell, a soul lost.  For they gave a good fight yet in the end they ran for the hills like the cowards they are. After a quick skirmish from a mixture of bandits and patriots, the Salvon army and president have fled the city in an act of terror and cowardice, thus giving up its historic walls and their honor as a leader towards these people.



 

As such, I have come forward in a way of light to lead those who are lost in the ideas of this false Salvo. In exchange, I provide salvation and hope towards these lands and a new ideal for its people. That of the old ways in which it was founded. Off the hopes and backs of working individuals and not of that of nobility, here ye all and listen well. Salvo is not for the taking (unless it's by me). I will be your president and wear such a title with honor as it has been squandered by those who held it before. Glory to Salvo and its citizens of the Republic.

Signed,

The President of Salvo, The Cross-Slinger,

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An exhausted Vuiller reads over the missive. Her hand falls over her stomach as her baby kicks for the first time. She sighed, before she returned to her bedchambers for the night.

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“Never did I think I’d see the day where a ferryman would sit himself upon a throne and claim a title of any kid,” Juniper cackled at the missive. “What times we live in!”

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