Kardika

"Then let the Valmutt dogs die upon our blades, this craven two front assault will be crushed!" The Avistran commander made way to complete construction of his fortress

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The Destroyer, Cherubon, charts the land for a hill. A hill that is steep, few of boulders, and soft of grass... "they have forgotten the traditions... old and storied" The Destroyer, Cherubon searches for a cheese wheel. A wheel that is large, robust in constitution so that it might not so easily break. "The Cheese Must Roll"

The Thundering doom falls to his knees... "my lord... I am here to serve your highness..."

Storming of Sedan Another victory scored in the heart of Burgundy! Dear Comrades, Our forces have recently struck a blow to the foe. This is a minor victory to be sure but one of many in our new campaign and the proximity to the Burgundian capital calls for praise! In the shadow of the red tower of tyranny did we score true, and now it shall be recounted in brief! Storied was the posse that set out to beset the lands of our enemies, already they had scoured multiple foes that day and took from them; armaments, minas, supplies and the like. Though weary from the conquests of the day, a new opportunity presented itself in the camp of the Sedenians, lightly guarded as it were. Months prior, contact had been made to Sedenian folk, where they made it clear they were no friend of the republic, nor of the proletariat held captive by the Imperial yoke. The camp of the Sedenians was scouted and their garrison observed, though lightly guarded they still numbered greater than the forces of the republic that day! The battle began, slow at first with both sides testing one another. As attrition grew on, the Ranger made his play, and in a daring gamble the rooftops were assailed and the Sedenians split, picked off one by one until none remained. Supplies was taken from the camp and fallen foes, now put to better use in the republic's war of liberation! Let this be a warning to all the dogged vassals Burgundy! Should you not turn against your masters and should you not endeavor to uplift your common-born… you will be dealt with accordingly! In time the republic will be restored, our people now scattered beneath the Burgundian yoke will be liberated! All those bourgeois, robber-barons, collaborators and the like will not live to see it! Lastly let it be known, should the occupation of our land continue, you will never know peace! For no stronghold of your making is safe from our mark! Death to the Burgundian Invader! Death to the Idunian Invader! Salvo will never surrender! Signed, Commandant “John Oren”, of the Salvian Ranger Corps

Cherubon the Destroyer prepares to chart out the lands, he is of mind to plan where defenses might be built, border-walls, watch-towers and the like...

Mobilization! < Missives Scattered across the occupied lands of Salvo and Urguan, and any free settlements> Here me now, I take up this name of his which is now mine. In his memory and might, the enemies of the republic will be put to heel! The Invader, the tyrant, the collaborator, the traitor! I call on ye veterans, ye rangers, ye militia-men, there's work we must still do, much work indeed! Rally to me now, our wrath is renewed and our vengeance great! Through fire and war we will rise again! Commandant “John Oren”, of the Salvian Ranger corps

THE THUNDERING DOOM HEEDS THE CALL OF HIS MASTER "HA-HA-HA-HA-Ha...."

Username: Kardika Character Name: Salvian Ranger Affiliation: Salvo Desired Rank: Reserves Which games will you be attending? All events

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The Struggle Continues! Final Orders of the New Salvo Republic (colonial authority of new salvo) Dear Comrades. Our courageous soldiers, volunteers all, stood valiantly against the invaders. At the fortress of the spire, (fort liberty) did they make their effort, and what an effort it was! Scores of the enemy fell before the walls of the mighty spire, barrage after barrage, ladder after ladder were repelled. Only by sheer numbers did our defenses weaken, armor dented, and casualties sustained. Let it be known, not one defender of the republic died with a clean blade! Burgundian dragon-knights, Idunian lordlings, and Kurite samurai paid dearly with their life-blood! With the scouring of the spire, our last stronghold in the south has been wrenched from our hands, befallen to the Burgundian yoke. Though our respite was brief, the fiery spirit of the republic burned brightly, but in a peace that would not last. Now her fire has been blown out, ash and embers scattered through the winds, memories of what could have been and what can still be. From a single ember, the flame of her wraith and her spirit and her ideals may rise again, never forget that the empire of our foes is built upon a dry and unsteady pyre. To the remnants of the new salvo republic, the ranger, the lawman, the frontiersman, the guerilla. The office of the Governor-Marshal bids one final order. Continue the fight, as long as you draw breath the struggle will not end. Our foes will be unyielding in their efforts to snuff out the embers of our state, and in turn we must never forget their crimes, our beliefs, our dream of democracy remade. The executive office is to be disbanded, and the headquarters of revolution re-established until the time comes again where we’ve a state of our own. The last generation on Aevos lived through similar times, ejected from their ancestral homeland and forced onto the long march. The old republic did not fall then, our people recovered and secured a new foothold from where the republic was birthed anew. Like those that came before us, our time will be full of hardship and plight. If our fathers and our mothers could survive and prosper then, we too shall prevail. This war is not over, our struggle is not over, but our people will see it finished, that I am sure of. _______________________________________________ Executive Order 5.9 Creation of the Salvian Underground State of Azuras _______________________________________________ On The Underground State _______________________________________________ Commands for the frontier army _______________________________________________ On Procuring Reinforcements Salvo Is not yet lost! Long Live Salvo! Signed, Shamizir “the sanguine”, Governor-Marshall of the New Salvo Republic Signed, Mark Calhaun , Attorney-General of the New Salvo Republic

"pathetic tyrants, beggin' they' citizens ta' censor dem'selves when their treats fail, when will they learn..." the Salvian Spat, from the shadows he kept up with this exchange of missives and newsletters.

"serves them right... Indecisive cravens..." The Salvian freedom-fighter utters harshly

If you think we had leeway for the defenses you are sorely mistaken they did not let us properly fortify the area in the urguan siege at points where we KNEW you were going to tunnel from. they also made us keep the front gate open even though you guys planned to tunnel. they spawned in a ladder able surface for you guys in the recent salvo siege, making the entire overhang obsolete. lastly you were a **** the entire war to the urguan/horde leadership, no wonder it was like talking to a brick wall, get real bro.

"so dat's how da veilward got gotten huh, hehehe..." Shamizir chuckled. He and his posse had come by that last missive posted outside the now quiet gates of the magic academy. "either dese mage-fellas of ours are all dumb as rocks or dis' miss vera' lady's realeh' is as crafty as she claims" he mused, handing the missive over to the attorney general to take a gander. @Javert "Ya know mark, maybe it was our job ta' protect em, inheritin' em as vassals and all that..." He let the thought linger for a moment, but his ignorant distaste for magicians got the better of him and that notion left as quick as it came. "ehh who am I kiddin, can't save em from 'emselves." "CLEAR IT OUT MEN, take any resources ye' can find, gon' need it all for the fights ta come..." With the mages all gone, slain or otherwise, the order was given. The carven rocks and the floating fortress would be put to flame, Any valuables too heavy to be drawn in carriage were left to burn.

"yes that did happen..." the Salvian commander grumbled, quick to rid himself of such embarrassments.

IGN: KARDIKA NAME: CHERUBON THE DESTROYER AGE: 20 GENDER: MALE TEAM: WOMAN INTEREST: POETRY, DESTRUCTION OF FOES, GARDENING, ROW-BOATING, HERB-HUNTING, LOITERING, PARKOUR, WOMEN'S LITERATURE AND HISTORY EXTRA INFO: THEY CALL HIM THE DESTROYER!!

"da line might be held better if Imperial burgundy didn't spread em'selves so thin with conquest" The Salvian mused after reading the missive.

"So the snake's finally dead..." Shamizir the Sanguine croaked. "haps' its a boon, we oughta wait and see what the next emperor does..." To his disgusts he felt a slight void open in his chest, never would he consider Hadrian in any compassionate circumstance but his heart somewhat mourned the loss of a worthy foe, a veritable threat if not rival. Such a strange feeling would be cast aside, there was work to do yet... To his rangers he spoke firmly, steadying those that celebrated too hastily. "Even if e's dead it don't change da' situation... struggle ain't over, dem' dark machinations of state will keep Imperial Burgundy runnin' no matter who's in charge..."