Gambit

------------------------- An illustration of the M.R.A at the battle of Dobrov. ------------------------- ---☩--- Upon this day, marked by my return from hiding and refuge, I give unto thee faithful and loyal Mercatorii, as the last of the bloodline for the Mother herself, and her and GODS most loyal servant, three calls to which any good Mercatore of faith should answer. I: A CALL OF DECLARATION, US MERCATORE II: A CALL TO THE FAITHFUL MERCATORE III: A CALL TO THE SOLDIER MERCATORE --------------------------------------------------- A CALL OF DECLARATION, US MERCATORE "My Lord GOD, I wish for LIFE." -Book of Mother, Unto Thee, 1:1. ‡ --------------------------------------------------- To my return, I see a lifeless corpse of defenseless kin, one that has lost its ability to protect its own women and children. So, it is upon these revelations, that the second time in the history of the Mercatore, we loyal to our blood take up arms in an organized manner such as the Mass of Mothers Most Loyal and Faithful Soldiers to safeguard our future. The Mass of Mothers Most Loyal and Faithful Soldiers henceforth referred to as Mothers Mass, shall act to protect Mercatorii within all of Almaris, this shall, and will extend to, however lot limited, the protection of Mercatorii: Business, Militias, private individuals, and any Mercatorii under unjust condition. The Mothers Mass and her Security Forces shall lay at the command of the Second Great Committee of Liberation and Statehood, and shall serve no other entity, unless in joint operation. --------------------------------------------------- A CALL TO THE FAITHFUL MERCATORE "Lo and attend, for I am the Lord GOD, and I am in the foremost part of heaven. Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot." -Scroll of Virtue, 1:1-2. ‡ --------------------------------------------------- It has been but four score since myself, I had created the most holiest inquisition of the True Faith and had destroyed the paganist, heretical fornicators of lust, and destroyed their icons of sin. Yet, in every corner there is shadow, with shadow, it blocks God's most holy light, from that shadow grows sin... Its gowns and scuttles in the mind, till the victim falls to such heretical nonsense... it appears, with the disappearance of my father, and the dissolution of his post-instated figureheads, that Holy and Just Organization become what it sought to remove from the ground of God's light. It itself had become yet another icon of sin. To be Mercatorii is not simply nationality, ethnicity, or identity, but ideology. A manifestation of the soul and destruction of the sinner. This is what my father told me as he returned from the Wars of Rubern, that is what my Grandfather believe, and though he was just and he was brave, though he kept the commandments and stayed his course, he was not enough loyal to God, to The Mother. He believed that a Mercatorii's place was subservient to lick the boots of an Emperor, yet still makes ends meet. Yet, upon my familial expectation, akin to conscription into this slavery of a deceiving kind, within my brief service, I was enlightened from a vision for the Mother, and I brought to my fellow Mercatore revolution. However, there was no fire to light my way, and as such, by glorious GOD and Merciful Mother, I started my own, and that torch was carried to the end. The Mercatorii Republican Army was the single vanguard for a true state of which the Mercatore would be free. However, now, as it stands it is no longer such the organization that I shaped it to be. It has now devolved, it is laughable that they are now in collaboration with the same men who attempted to hang me long ago, for then I went into hiding, yet now, I, Aleksey Ein Aryskiy, the first Handia of the M.R.A and it's visionary, return. And it is I, Aleksey Ein Aryskiy, who now declares the end of oppression from the coward's heel, the Third War of Liberation from the plot to subjugate to us Mercatore by the Orenian boot. --------------------------------------------------- A CALL TO THE SOLDIER MERCATORE "I am Owyn Son of Godwin, servant of the Lord, called to prophetic vocation in His service." -Scroll of Spirit, 2:2. ‡ --------------------------------------------------- It is hereby, the Second Great Committee of Liberation and Statehood, declared a state of civil-disobedience, embargo, and war between the Mass of Mothers Most Loyal and Faithful Soldiers, and her Security Forces, against the 'Holy' Orenian Empire, and any Mercatorii whom have, and will continue from this point on to collaborate with it, or its subjects. To the aforementioned collaborators, I remind you, how you stood at Dobrov, shoulder pressed against each other, facing down seemingly impossible odds, yet, even then, you fought against the Blue Coats, in both my name and GODS. Yet now all those who were lost in the Pale to Redenford, even to all of Outer Arentania seemly disappointed as they view you from the Seven Skies. We, as a people, must end this dreadful ethnic war, we've found what we've been fighting for, will you wake up and assist us in stopping this complication? This question I press not only to you, collaborators, but to every Mercatorii man, women, and child, the Patriotic Cause calls you yet again, in order for a future generation to answer the same call. --------------------------------------------------- It is now in closing, we proclaim, Oh' by sweet merciful GOD we shall have our home again. Glory to the Mercatore, and our promised free state - Declared by Aleksey Ein Aryskiy, First Handia, and last of the Aryskiy bloodline of Mother Mercatore.

The Sun Wraith would pay special attention the the tunes of the bard, as he stood guard over the square that day, making particular note of his skill and vibing toons.

The Esheveurd Brigade Sun Wraith looks from his skull shaped visor, looking forward to slay heretics with these honorable knights of Savoy.

Luciens would read the letter, thinking rather harsh, yet, while reading, be thankful he lived in Savoy, before going back to enjoy the Festival of Saint Adrian, currently being held in Savoy, San Luciano, starting from 4:00 PM Est, with several enjoyable activities for all to enjoy.

Lucien Lenkov would only feel pride for one thing, Savoy.

"Agreed, Lord Marshal, sir." The Initiate would reply to his Lord Marshal, most hopefully for a break from the bloody job of a servant of GOD and Savoy

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A burning church, with a burnt man inside of it. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The once Handia of the MRA walked with his personal guard, his entourage, and himself marched towards an isolated church, opening the great doors to the Holy Place, he sat, lighting a cigarette, inhaling, exhaling, he spoke to GOD out loud, he was the only one who was to pay witness to the mad-man... "Our Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD, for what else do you have for me, your loyal servant? Am I to now wither and die? The Big Four have turned to heathenry and paganistic ideas of false romanticized senses of mercy and honor, they believe we are no more just in our belief, in your place, your plan for us, Our Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD... I attempted to stop the atheistic heathens from corrupting us, our place, our most holy of crusades against the heathen... Yet, Our Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD, I have failed you... I am sorry." The Once-Handia flicked his cigarette to the carpet, itself sparking a small flame. "My Most Holy and Greatest Lord-GOD, I breathe in your service, I bleed in your service! I brought forth the revolution of us Mercatorii! In the name of Alexei, Mother, and you, my Holy Master GOD, I brought to the pagan host the terror of their atheism, the pain of their traitorous heresy. OUR, revenge, was struck to them, in the branding iron, the blade of iron, like Owyn, I purified the pagan, the heretic, the monster, those who dare question your most holy word. My Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD, ye whom crafted land and sky, how do they not see? Roko, Morado, Petrovich, the rest... They are Heretics to turn their backs on the two of US, my Lord-GOD!" The flame grew, it cackled as the madman rambled on. "They abondon US, you, MY Lord-GOD, my humble, MASTER GOD. We are the revolution! We are what has spread OUR word, my Lord-GOD, I see future for the Mercatorii people, under your banner, like Mankind before, the battered, bloodied banner, bearing the Cross of Mother Mercatore! I see the soldier, the citizen, the men among men who see as I do, who are not yet blind to the heresy of modernity and conservator... They call me radical, they call me mad? I see who is mad, who is blind, who is wrong, it is thy whom ignore your grace, your word, your mercy, your greatness, who ignore you, my Lord-GOD! I Know the pagan is of weaker stock, they are born into the slavery of their mistakes, their weakness is not learned, they are born with their curse... Their curse must be eradicated, destroyed, removed, call it what you will my Lord-GOD, but the cure for the world, for MAN, for our kin, and future kin, and their future we must secure their betterment... If not the Mercatorii, then who?! Lord-GOD, I Believe I know my message, I know my faith, I know my life, and it is yours! Oh, Mother! Alexii and Merlene! You hear me from the Skies, don't you? Don't you know what your children have degraded to? What we scrap to survive! I do, I take that life gratefully in the name of GOD and you, my parentals above! However, the traitor Roko and his heretical follows of their atheistic cult of ignorance, heretical nonsense, and the Traitor Son Merous. I know the Traitor Son has infected them, I know it, Lord, I do. Does Simon think me MAD? He does! As does Roko and Petrovich, they think me INSANE? They are mad, they are lost, they are to seek help in your arms, Lord-GOD. Not me, not me, not me!" The Fire had spread, as the church filled with smoke, he stood still, he did not move, only stood in his place as he monologued to GOD. "Lord-GOD, I have seen it, the paradise, in where Mercatore lay embathed in sun light and other goodness we are not common to yet. I will break into pieces right in front of you, as you watch in wonder, Lord-GOD, I will die in your name in one-hundred times at your command... I shall die for you! Yes, right now, Lord-GOD, I shall meet with you, I am soon to be with you, with you Mother, with you Alexii, with you, Merlene! To soon was MRA taken from me, yet now, I see why! Lord-GOD thank you, you have brought me here to die! Thank you, my Lord, my creator! I will see father, mother, all of them! I am prepared! Take me Lord, Master, Creator, I am ready. I was blind, yet now I see. As Mother Mercatore wished for life, I wish for you to take me, Lord-GOD!" The Once-Handia, he held both arms out, looking to the burning church as he inhaled the smoke from the flames. "Take me Lord-GOD!" Was what was last heard from the Fanatic, his rambling silenced, the burning for wood and cackling of fire was all that overtook the voice of the Once-Handia,, perhaps permanently, perhaps not... Though it was sure, he would not be seen for a long time, maybe forever...

"In Service of GOD, in the name of no king, nor emperor, yet the Pontiff himself."

"I can see this have no long term consequences, in which half-breeds may be given undeserved rights. To bring a small matter such as this to the Pontiff must show little he has to do. This issue could've been solved by a drunken rabble-rousing mob committed to infanticide." The Handia of the MRA would comment, still looking for his Field Marshal in their FOB.

The Handia was indeed most likely in the same building as his Field Marshal

"With the beginning of friendly Elysium-Mercatorii relations, I hope for the best, however, perhaps the best is not for all, as is the nature of conflict... Them poor Rangerfolk." The Handia would state, in the process of the reorganization of the MRA.

"Seems quite lovely." The MRA Handia would state, relaxing back into his chair

"A empty atonement, for an empty agency. True repentance would have the corruption, incompetence, and gluttony slew from the Constabularies decrepit corpse that it inhabits." The Handia would state, using the missive to fuel his fire-place.

"Such uncontrollable, undeniable, uncontrollable, drip." Commented the MRA Handia with a smile

"Where have I heard that name before?" The RO-Handia would scratch his chin, before continuing his painting.

Mercatorii light-Infantry at the Battle of Dobrov, once melee was engaged + To Field Marshal Rokossovsky! The Field Marshal of the Revolutionary Army has twice now won battles deemed impossible numerically. At New Esbec, gracefully let the men he'd only prior defeated, live. At Dobrov, he allowed all to retreat, not under fire, and treat their wounded. At Redenford, he organized a brilliant withdraw, inflicting even casualties to the attackers. To the man of reason, the Field Marshall! VIVA LA MERCATORE! MOTHER BLESSES US WITH THE MARSHALL, WE MUST REPAY HER!

"A worthy foe." Commented Handia Brick, at a table in the fort the battle had taken place in, "I, at the battle myself, feared we'd face this, 'James Madron, the coward. I recall great... 'Joy,' once I saw this man, such things I'd heard, if only he was not first to die." He'd comment, pausing, sighing the Cross. "I, though he no worshiper of Mother, I believe she saw fit to ensure he was safe on his trip to the Seven Sky's."

RO-Agentea Handia, "Brick," sipping from a cup of tea from his vacation cabin in the woods, scrunches his brow as he read the missive, confused to what the Repubican Army is, alongside the writers misunderstanding of Mother Mercatore. "Hm, Waltz must be having a blast. Mother surely thought this mans martyrdom very noble." He'd mutter, before going back to his serenity.

=________+________= Order 37 In light of resent events, it has been deemed fit for Order 36 to be revoked, due to hostile acts by the Holy Orenian Holy. We, with heavy hearts, announcement a end to the cease-fire and resumed hostilities and attacks against the Empire of Oren. The Church of Canon will be not be attacked, or harmed, in any way. We did not want a second conflict. Partisans from the Northern Front will be redeployed accordingly, operations within Norland will end, operations in Oren will begin. ---+--- Mother Save Us Mercatore. Viva La Mercatore! -------------------

=___________+___________= Our Most Holy Lady Matriarch of Honorable Death A Paint of Mother Mercatore in her most fine of white dress's Brothers, Our Holy Mother blesses us in victory, a watches over those traveling to Seven Sky's, the Mercatore in the wake of victory pray to our Madam. She has granted us the most Holy of deaths in the most grand of conflicts to prove our faith to her, as she provides us with the strength to continue our struggle for the establishment of a Motherland for our people within the realm of Mankind, we pray to Her, we pray to GOD, we pray for our continues success, good health, and glorious deaths. The Mercatorii have survived hardship after hardship with Her most Holy of Light. She wishes us to die for her, and we shall live by Her glorious wish. The faith, faith to our eventual Motherland, faith to our GOD, faith to our Mother Mercatore, will forever endure with the Mercatore, just as the Mercatore has itself. .____________________.__________________._______________________.________________. Mother Save Us. Viva La Mercatore, Erlojuak Mesede Egiten Digu, Mercatore!

------M.R.A. Notice NO. 23------ -+- Brothers and sisters of the Canonist population, The M.R.A. does here hereby renounce any accusations that we are, or were, operating under the purview or permission of the Imperial government. While we believe the Imperial cause, defending itself against pagan invaders, is righteous, our operations, in whole, do not include any Imperial directives. The following activities, we take full responsibility for, and discredit any attempt to attach their causation to Imperial purview or assent. ---The Branding and Assault of one Mary Amaricius by an MRA Agent just south of Elysium--- ---The Continued Assaults against Elysium and stalking of its outer walls, alongside the progressive harassments of the North Guard--- ---The Assasination of individuals within Talon's Port for reasons of treacherous Paganry--- ---The mass spreading of propaganda within all mentioned areas of interest to the MRA--- ---Kidnappings and murders orchestrated and conducted by MRA agents within Pagan lands--- ---The bombing of Leumont carried out by four members of the First Partisan Army--- ---The Bombing and subsequent arson of the Heffrum Tavern in Urguan--- ---Several Burglaries and Breaking and Entering's conducted in Pagan infested Towns and Cities--- These are the things for which we are responsible for in number, every man, woman, and good Canonist within the MRA stands by and affirms these actions under pretense of rightful defense of the Canonist population and all who fall within it. The Goals and Methods of our organization and those who move within it are clear to all those who ask, we are defenders and protectors of the rightful and just, pawns in the plan of our Holy Lord above. We stand with all whom have the courage to raise iron against the plague that binds us, we stand with all who oppose the filthy conspiracies of pagans and all the destruction they have sought to bring to our people over petty disagreements and frivolous whims, we stand with the Imperials as they stand with the canonist and his flock. Stand with us, fight the deceitful and malicious, fight the plagued and maddened, strike down upon the Pagans, and set our good folk free. MRA STANDING BY WE ARE WATCHING, THE END DRAWS NEAR ______________________________________