A Tattered Banner

[StormKnight_737 65]

As the words are spoken, so must they be heard.

The banner lies torn and tattered, and bodies broken, bruised.

A Nation lies in ruins, another rises new.

The Nation of Salvo stands among flames.


The smoldering ruins of a razed palace look down upon the swarm of men and women who fight for it's survival. The banners of its strongest lie broken and torn, and the clammer of men and horses ceases to watch the fight that will decide it all. Metal crashes and steeds scream. The snap of bowstrings rings out, and a man falls dead. It is all the grand palace can do to hold her breath. The majesty of her people fading fast, as one by one, they fall to the attackers. The former Salvian Senator Mitch McCannon raises his standard high as those around him slump at his feet. A ragged cheer is raised, and the banner is planted. The palace weeps blackened tears, as the acrid smoke from it's burned body smolders yet again.

As the smoke clears, Elynora af Brasca, the First Consul, stands bravely, facing the victorious grin of the usurper. He holds out a sheet, and Elynora takes it.

The nation of Salvo weeps bitter tears as they are forced from their home. Their banners lying torn and trampled beneath the hooves of Mitch McCannon.

In a quiet procession, the exiles make their way onwards. They must find allies, shelter, and most importantly, a silent place to weep.

The True Nation of Salvo, exiled to wander, until God gives them rest.

[RedResult 573]

"Well ill be damned.. peace finally falls to the lands we so claim. unified by true salvo ideals." he would load a crossbow as he shoots into the air. it seems a new fight has just begun from the old. 

 

"Through blade or bolt." hed exclaim