The Salvo Manifesto

[BurberLord123 375]

To the people of the Empire:

You are slaves, you are being held not by force, but by sloth. You are not safe, to the Empire, you are only a means to produce war money, so that their battles may continue, and your sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers may die for a meaningless cause.

You wonder about the bombs, about how a group who consists of freedom fighters could do such an act. Let me tell you, we are not the only ones who can bomb your cities, attack your farms, for far worse things lie out in the wastes than us.

Rebel

Do not die for uncaring, sycophantic bureaucrats. 

Rebel

Vassals of the Empire, do not pay your taxes, push back against the far away government, they do not want you to think.

Do better for your civilians.

Rebel

Warriors, your artillery does not care about you, they can't see you bleeding on the ground.

Rebel

Your rich leaders grow richer as you are dying in the sand

Rebel

You can't hide in your foxhole soldier, we will sniff you out with dogs, poor soldier

Rebel

Rebel

Rebel

 

 

[kuerbis 3802]

The Empress of Man sat on a hospital cot with her younger son, Hannibal. Her eyes were drawn into a squint and the boy sat, meekly and quietly, unlike how she had ever seen him before. Blood poured from the small wounds around his face, neck and arms; cuts, scrapes and bruises. There were some glass shards that had gotten stuck in his wounds after a bomb was thrown at him and the children he'd been playing with during the ball that was attacked. 
Shards, his mother now had to remove as she tried to steady her breathing, and too, her ire.
 

Mere days later, she knelt by that same cot as the Lady physician examined her daughter's bleeding ears; ears that would never work the same way again. That Imperial's resentment soon turned into hatred; for in their attempt to fight for freedom, in their attempt to harm the heart of the Empire, they only ever managed to harm the most innocent and vulnerable among the Imperial Family. 
 

It was clear to Valentiná; it was clear to most Imperial Subjects...

Salvo must die.

[woke 1157]

"man shut up" commented duke 'dennis' antonius

[sarahbarah 7105]

CRASH.

 

What had been a simple, lighthearted moment shared between childhood friends was suddenly, violently undone. Hannibal was ripped away in a blur of chain and plate, shielded by a leal guardsman. The shatter of glass – thunderous, and mercilessly booming – resounded across the entirety of the Celosian ballroom. For but a fleeting second, the world had stilled, then dissipated into darkness.

 

Eirene's memories of the night were murky, at best. She remembered the prancing of the children well enough, and the praise offered to Prince Hannibal for his natural talent with the waltz. What she remembered of the incident, however, was vague, and only a faint scar upon her temple remained as proof that it had ever occurred. 

 

Even still, the silhouette of an unfamiliar figure would forevermore elicit startled glances and a quiet, persistent wariness. 

[Mordringfan 166]

"They plead for rebellion when they are soon to be completely destroyed by the Empire." Comments Yanick Altwegg

[Tide1 4535]

It was a strange thing, to take one's first life into their own hands, and snuff it out. Friedel certainly remembered little of the details. All he could remember was the chaos, the noise, the panic. The uncontrolled wrath with which he was endowed on behalf of his surrogate family. A family, a house, a dynasty - that looked upon the boy with scorn, yet whom he owed everything. A family for whom he would give everything, or so the adolescent thought, as he had plunged his cold dagger into the back of his first man. And yet when he sought the approval of his betters, his father could not be found, nor did he escape the disdainful gaze of his family, which held him in contempt.

 

Matters not, thought the boy, who remembered well the roof under which he slept, bereft of leaks. And the bed upon which he rested, rid of fleas. Least of all would he ever forget the food within his tummy, for which there would have been no replacement. And no piece of paper was ever going to change that. The next feat would merely have to be grander than the last. Then surely would his family look fondly upon him, if even for just a moment.