Till Our Dying Breath

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Behind the raised defenses of Portoregne, the citizens of Balian wish to bring our words forth to the attention of all those in Aevos who wish to see us eradicated. We, the citizens of Balian, shall not back down so quickly, despite the numerous swords held against us. The Church, Numendil, Norland, Haelu’nor, Caurost, the Horde, the Shogunate,  and the Dwarves of Urguan fought against the so-called tyranny of the Haeseni Empire. Yet when they were defeated, who then did The Holy Mother Church raise its finger to? Balian. Not for the lies of its unfaithfulness, nor how it has conducted itself, but for the simple hope of wiping the name of Novellen, for it is the only thing standing in the way of creating the Holy Empire once more. 

 

We, a nation who drove ourselves from the treachery of Oren, built anew in the lands of Sand and Stone. From nothing but dust, we rebuilt a city and called it home. Many came to our doorstep, seeking refuge. We accepted all who traveled to our gates, adapting them so that they might find the light of GOD and seek a life of virtue. See what great works have been done? No, you have seen not, for you are too ignorant and too hypocritical to look past your own greed and selfishness. You whine and pout that the oaths of olde are held not, but cannot come to terms that you have contradicted yourself many times. You do not see that you have corrupted your own ideas, morphing them into whatever you fancy. 

 

History shall not remember Balian as a righteous nation, not because they were unholy or unjustified, but because the winners write what is to be considered truth. You shall mark every Balianite as a scoundrel and traitor. You shall mark every Balianite as foolish and ignorant. You spit where we walk. You hold on to your petty grievances and chide us when annoyed by the smallest of actions. You falsify accusations against us, so that you seem on the correct front of history. It is but a ruse. However, we are not so easily seduced.

 

We the citizens of Balian shall not stand idly by as you plot to march on our homelands. We shall not sit in our homes and weep as you point your blades to our Good King. Our men, women, and children will take up arms against your spiteful siege, for such is right. Even if Balian is to fall into the ocean as you march, if you intend to rip a crown off our King’s head, we intend to make you fight for it.

 

To those who have fallen or taken deals with the once enemies, know we hold no resentment or malice towards you. You were fortunate to be given far fairer terms than we. We thank you for your fortitude and your courage to defend against the wicked, masked as righteous. 

 

To those citizens who have forgotten their oaths to the Kingdom of Balian, know that you once attributed to the great culture you now seek to destroy. We pray that you who have lost the light and fallen into congruence with those who oppose us out of nothing but greed and pettiness shall one day find restoration in the sight of GOD. 

 

To those who seek to abolish our way of living to suit your own matters, know that you shall fall in due time. So, deem us whatever you wish. But our stance is unwavering, unyielding, untamed. You may slaughter every man, woman, and child, but we shall never relinquish what was forged here. We seek not glory, honor, power, wealth, standing, or pleasure. We shall not fall quietly in the night while evil men attempt to stamp out the good that we have found. We shall raise our banners high into the air, over our burning city, over our dead and dying. We know the consequences, but we fight all the same. 

 

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We’ll stand with GOD, with friends, with family, with Kingdom. 

We’ll stand in the fire and the flames, in the mud and the muck.

We’ll stand in the ruins of our streets, in the pouring down rain. 

We’ll stand against the aggressive hand of oppressive tyranny. 

We’ll stand, though we may fall. 

We’ll stand together. 

 

We stand with Balian.

 

Come take our land, we will be waiting. 

Novellen or Nothing, till our last dying breath. 

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Signed and Dated: 

Balian Annum, 156

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Johan Stor Vuiller 

Sir Marcel Elio Harald Vuiller 

Harald Godric Vuiller 

Dame Yelena Vasileia Vuiller 

Johanna Henriette Vuiller 

Jean-Clement Vuiller 

Arowyn Laurelie Whitewood

 

Esfir Artemisia d'Arkent 

Achillius Artemisio d'Arkent 

Laurelie Celine d'Arkent 

Aleksandr Konstantin d'Arkent

 

Augusta Eliana Temesch

Adriana Rosalind Temesch

 

Heinrik Matyas var Ruthern

 

Sir Robyn de Lyons

Colette de Lyons

Sigismund de Lyons

Robert de Lyons

Theodore de Lyons

Gauvain de Lyons

 

Calliope Isabel Novellen-Tuvia 

Claudio Inigo Novellen-Tuvia 

Editha Adara Novellen-Tuvia 

Patrocleia Elena Novellen-Tuvia 

 

Mikolaj Jan Jazlowiecki

Miroslaw Jakub Jazlowiecki

Miyako Jazlowiecki

 

Sir Aurellius Greye

Astrid Colborn

 

Rylee Malgath

 

Mons Avarson

 

Renati d’Auvergne

 

Guillaume of Balian

 

Rumec Broadbrow

 

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[TaraJess 2848]

 

With great haste, Johanna’s signature was added among the list of Vuillers, great pride filled the pen stroke. It did not matter if this spiteful declaration would be her death warrant, she had already been prepared to die several times over for her King and country, and she still stuck to that sentiment.

 

[Cheese 8883]

"Godan bless the Kingdom of Balian!" Esfir declared with a flourish of her pen. "We shall defend our rightful home. Until our dying breath."

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

A dazed and confused Estevot wandered around, and finds this missive.

"When was this? How did I miss this? Actually, I should be fine. I wasn't going to sign with my real name anyways." He continues his wandering, confused as to what happened to him.

[Navigator 4260]

Owyn smiled from the afterlife.

[Andustar 4143]

"Here I am. Here I remain," King John II uttered upon reading the parchment. "For you, my people - my family - I will fight."

[ratlordmagic 1484]

“Here we stand.” Miroslaw Jazlowiecki, proud signatory, stated. “We can do nothing else.”

[Lalosia 995]

Aleksandr stood on the walls of Sunholdt - the setting sun cascading the surrounding area in honey-hued light. A cigar sat betwixt his fingers, already half-burnt, as he took another drag.

 

"May Godan guide us in life and death. Should my home fall, as too will I."

[MapleSunflower 1889]

"Our family." Queen Kathryn tenderly whispered as she held the missive within her hands, clutching it close to her bosom. "I shall serve you until my dying breath. Thank you."

[Luka_Rei 66]

"-Till our last dying breath." Rylee would murmur the last few lines of text on the page, before writing his signature below. 

[annanicole__ 2802]

Beryl Augustina d’Arkent smiled with confidence. “For our home, and for our people,” she declared, her voice steady. “We are dragons—yielding is not in our nature.” With a deft adjustment of her hat, she reached down and gently cradled Tod the Frog in her hands. “We’ve lost much already… and we will not back down now—not when what is ours still waits to be reclaimed. AVE BALIAN! AVE SUNHOLDT!" 

[Imperium 3495]

Kristoff tapped his cane upon the stones of Portoregne as he returned to his home once more.

 

”As long as I stand there’s one old Ruthern who’s willing to fight for Balian.”

[Monty Cobra 921]

Mons Avarson thought of one thing as he signed the manifesto—his children. "I will be with you soon," he promised softly. "As soon as our home has been defended."

 

In a rare moment of emotion, Lucien Vuiller sobbed unconsolably. The little boy trailed his mama and papa, begging them not to die over and over. Not his cats, nor his music box, nor even his favorite step could console him on this day.

 

Aurus Edmond Greye watched as the missive was signed. The fourteen-year-old's hands curled, heart filled with a righteous longing to join his brothers and sisters in arms. In time—his chance would come in time. "Balian has given everything to me... so too shall I give my everything for Balian."

[Digit___ 1225]

A dwed would sign the document with distinctly Dwarvish runes. "Oi'm willin' t' be shot outta cannon fer y'all, whoi nah show me support?" Rumec rhetorically asked with a big smile and chuckle. "Novellen o' nufin', roight?"

[Spellblades 751]

Warrin would look over the missive, reflecting on all his memories of Balian, good and bad. "I wish I could be there for the nation I called home for 20 years, but alas, I've fled like a coward." He would say to himself before putting the missive in his travel bag.