Arise, Salvus!

[Zanderaw 162]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSYPYq9D_No

 

 

The snow fell heavy on Zandros, his fur coat pulled over his armor to guard against the cold. A gorge lay to his right, with icecapped mountains on the other side. Tall pines grew overhead. Zandros didn't know how he had gotten here, but neither did he care. Through this forest he trod, alone as icy winds blew over him. A great anticipation seemed to fill his soul as he approached the edge of the trees, and as if commanded to by some otherworldly force, the pines before him parted, and there, before him, lay the icy plain between the Dreadfort and Castle Greywynn, both fortresses long since destroyed. No confusion registered as Zandros looked down on the clash of two mighty armies. The civil war of Oren. Zandros' first war. So much had changed...

 

A roar sounds, and Lord Zandros Waveswept, leader of the Salvian Legion, opens his eyes. The icy plain has been replaced by his own quarters in Westwarde Citadel. Shouts come from outside the window, Cardinals running back and forth as the mighty trebuchets of Salvus begin their bombardment. Ah, yes, the Trog. Home to a ravenous horde of orcs that even now threatened the existence of Zandros' home, his motherland. Of Salvus.

 

Swinging his legs, Zandros stands up out of bed. His leg hurts him, and he grimaces. A month in orcish captivity nearly breaks a man. Grateful as he was that King Relenkai had rescued him, perhaps there could have been a more subtle way than a trebuchet attack. Maybe now they wouldn't be in this mess. He chuckles at the thought. More likely they just would have been caught unprepared, like the Shields always were. Orcs don't need provocation.

 

Half walking, half limping to his office, Zandros thinks on his predicament. Salvus had its advantages, but it was heavily outnumbered, heavily. When Krugmar finally did come, it would be the full might of the orcish race, not just one weak, divided clan. But Salvus had spent enough time in the shadows of larger nations. Maybe that's why he had ordered the full bombardment, even though it painted a gigantic target on the citadel and on him. He was finished hiding.

 

((Change of mood music))

 

Lord Waveswept scowls. Sitting at his desk, he begins to draft an announcement.

 

The Auxilia is called up!

 

"Fellow Salvians, I, Zandros Waveswept, call to you in our hour of need. Even now, to the West, marches the largest force we have ever faced in our time on Anthos. I speak of course, of the orcish menace. You may have heard rumors of their intentions to invade our lands. I regret to tell you that these rumors are true. Should this force break through our defenses, I have no doubt that they will leave nothing alive and free. Our homes, our farms, our families, will be lost, and nothing on this earth will bring them back.

 

Fellow Salvians, in the time I have called this great nation my home, you have blessed me with your hospitality, with your friendship, and with your love. I ask of you now that you bless me with your trust. Your trust that I will not let the people of Salvus live without a home, will not let your children be beggars on the streets of those nations that have betrayed us. No, we must stand. We must stand as one, and fight.

 

Fellow Salvians, it seems sometimes that all the heavens and earth have conspired against us. Perhaps they have. But should Salvus fall, it will not fall in disgrace. It will fall with strength, with honor, and with undying loyalty to the memory of King Aron. And perhaps, perhaps if our hearts and minds are strong enough, if we stand united, if we look upon the advancing horde and remember that THIS IS OUR HOME, then we will not fall. We will push the orcs back from our gates, all the way back into their camp, and then burn the Trog to the ground.

 

It is for this reason that I am calling up the Auxilia. Evacuation, retreat, is not an option. All citizens of Salvus, and all across the world who believe in our cause, must now report for duty. Our peaceful state must be converted for war. Let every man, woman and child help with what they can. Let noble and commoner work and fight together as equals. We shall battle these invaders in the fields, through the mountains, and across rivers. We shall fight them on the walls and in the streets of Kingston. We shall slay them in their advance across our farms. We will hold our mighty citadel against the menace with every one of our dying breaths. We shall never surrender.

 

Fellow Salvians, I stand before you as a symbol of what awaits all of us if we do not stave off the horde. In a month of captivity, I was nearly broken. But I am alive and free today, not because of my own cunning, but because of the constant, indomitable will of the Salvian people who stopped at nothing to get me back. For this, I thank you. With the blessing of the creator, may this be the last favor I must ask that you give."

-The seal of the Lord Commander-

 

Zandros sinks back in his chair, exhausted from the effort of writing. The announcement is sent off to the public, and his eyes flutter closed, the wounds of captivity still wearing on him. Sighing, he can't help but wonder who will answer.

 

((Basically, this is just RPly telling all Salvians or anyone who supports us to come to the battle on Saturday.))

[Shadeleaf 1022]

Arzota smiles a moment, closing his eyes for but a moment as the parchment sparks to life and slowly begins to smoulder to ashes.
"Salvus... let's see what I can't do to help you my old friend." he would mutter before walking off

 

((let the political escapades begin!))

[GavinTheViking 151]

*Nux Ugluk chuckles at his enemies effort. Orcs didn't even need to ask Orcs to fight their own nation, they just do.*

[Bones 180]

*Erul sniggers when he hears.* "They do not stand a chance against the Orcs. ASERE HTEAATI GEBEN KONUSAER DOE OEKSE!"

[DragoonCrow 346]

Crowley stands besides Erul, pulling out an axe and joining in on the chant: "ASERE HTEAATI GEBEN KONSUAER DOE OEKSE!"

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.