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A Mareno’s Flame (Quick Lil PK Post) “Its your time..” I can't be lost from the flame already. Not yet. Not now… Sakis Mareno would lay surrounded by enemies of his house and of the empire. It seemed the only one left with honor would be the wounded knight Around him sat a camp and fire.. Far into the woods of the Druscan lands. His hands bound and tied he would be brought here after being treated kindly with respect and with all the honors a knight should be held to. “Its your time.” Those same words would run around his head as he would be dragged off the horse. Blinded yet unafraid of what was to come, as the rags were released from his vision he would see the group of druscan nobles and bannermen. His helmet is still bound to his head, to his honor. Finally a voice would come from the group before him “Finally. Tell me what do you believe of God?” The Druscan’s voice ran cold and plotting as his eyes would hang low towards his belt. A dagger would soon be produced from his hip and shown towards the Mareno. his voice would not grace them with a response just yet “And what of honor?” His voice still cold and brooding over the captured templar as his eyes would be met with the cold stare of the helmet. No reaction to the fate that would soon befall him “I am bound by such a word.. By honor and god.” he would speak finally towards his capturers His voice would be calm and collected towards his now executioners he would remain kneeled down before them. “It is fortunate for me then that i am not.” A Dagger would be Plunged towards his head as he would begin to fall to the ground. Nothing but the wind and ground to catch him in his hour of need. Struggling to breath and speak yet his mind would run wild yet all that would remain within his head was the hope for his family. For the friends and comrades he so held close.. A Mareno’s flame. Quenched.

"He aint send that." said the mareno templar. "hed never say that.."

the wynasul would look towards the missive with a frown as he would go towards his desk and begin to write "To the blood of the innocent that has been spilt. i am sorry for you.. for a new age has been brought forth by the reconning of your leaders. it is not your fault but the ignorance and false idea of bravery that these leaders believe they held. merely a pawn in someone else's game my friends." he would stop to think but for a moment as he would begin to look towards the missive once more. reading over it carefully and the choices made that have led to this moment. "I believe there is salvation for some. yet for others there will be nothing but fire where they so step. time will only tell what to make of those flames"

Thalien Wynasul would look upon the missive as he would begin to smile thinking back to his days of celia'nor with a sigh escaping his lips "if only they knew of the sins they have committed.. i believe that those whom came before would look down in disgust as to what has been made of their nation." hed say as he would place the missive down on the table before him before pondering to himself. "the name of my house might be that of a curse upon those lands now. yet it will always mean something to those that know."

johnny rango looks out on a field battered and bruised as he would take his hat off "end of an era.. one that made its mark on this here world." hed say as he continues to look outwards towards the desert

The Last Patriot 19th of Snow’s Maiden, 223 S.A The sun would be bright as he looks upwards towards the beaming glow before him “A fittin' day don't you think?” All around him are the voices of those who despised him.. Wished him dead for the crimes he committed against the peaceful people of the pontiff states. Who did not ask for war to be brought to their lands. The noose would begin to be dragged around his neck as he would begin to speak to those around him.. Any who would be willing to listen No one seemed to care The day was hot. It seems he caught a slip within the saloon he so loved. Alone with his thoughts and a drink in his hand. He could still remember how he would be captured. Numendil guards.. Sent for him it seems. “Fittin’ aint it? The way the world works.. How we are all never truly free.” No one seemed to care The men would begin to tie him up as he was placed on the horse.. He could still remember how he did not resist. He did not fight what was to come of him. He welcomed it. “I hope they will see my words… If only I had more time.” The Letter of Mitch McCanon To all those whom it might concern, If you are reading this letter here. Then it means my time has come and all of my deeds have caught up with me. I only hope I die as honorable as I lived.. That I died on my own terms as a free man and not as a man in bondage of ideals and titles. That I have provided the insight and reputation that should be held by any man who claims the title of Salvian. To die standing rather than kneeling and to not give into the pressures and hunt of tyranny around you. That you shall continue to prosper and carve your own path in this most cruel world we so find ourselves in and live in. while I am discarded and disgraced as a heathen and a man of sullied reputation know this. I truly lived. While those who attempt to besmirch my name and ruin the deeds in which I have done.. They have made it their life and missions work to attempt to stop me at any given turn. They survive off of the backs of those whom they oppress. Of whom they can control and press upon whenever it is so needed. They have not lived.. They have become a shell to a machine they no longer control. I provided to those who saw the truth in the fight I carried upon my back. To the truth the roads and crossbow provided. And to those men and women who followed me with such determination I thank you. For without your risk, without your courage in the face of death. Salvo would be lost to time as a failed state.. And now it has become an ideal and a way of life.. And so for any bandit.. Any outlaw.. Thief… criminal or of the like.. Fight for the freedom of the people and continue the liberty that has been laid out before you. Provide true freedom to these lands and to those who have none.. If they do not listen. Then make them. If they can not see. Then make them. I provide you a chance of freedom. A path I have laid out for myself and I have walked for quite some time.. Its now your turn to walk said path… It is unfortunate a life must be lost for those in power to see the truth in this fight.. Even more unfortunate that it must be mine if I am to tell the truth. But to those in power.. Those who continue to cause more chaos than I could ever hope to cause.. Know this. You may have killed the man.. Yet you've created a martyr (OOC NOTES) Thank you to anyone who has ever interacted with this character. Originally it was meant to be a throw away character but as time went on it became so much more and created such an amazing story for those involved. I appreciate all those who both fought against and with this character and shaped it into such an interesting and fun experience. I only hope I provided such to those who were unfortunate enough to run across him. there would be a lot more to write about but.. well where's the fun in a yapper.

"Huh.. they were close but aint no cigar yet." he would look at the missive as he chuckles. escaping once again from the clutches of death once more. "ill give em points for tryin' though."

Battle of St. Daniel’s Crossing 14th of the Sun’s Smile, 220 S.A On this day, the brave patriots of Salvo went forth to deliver justice unto the pretenders and noblemen who grow fat on the labors of their people. 80 Salvon patriots rode from the gates of Brienne donning crossbows and swords and with pride and determination in our hearts, we rode to the gates of the Duchy of Alba. It appears that despite previous failed attempts to run us down on the roads, we were able to catch them quite off-guard! 100 Alban soldiers dared to defend the lands they cling to and force their serfs to labor upon them. Yet their forces were spread out, with half returning from a previous venture via St. Daniel’s Crossing and the others sallying out from the gates of Elizabeth. Using the mobility of our horses, the men of Salvo wore the unprepared Albans down with repeated archer fire from the backs of our steeds. Before long, we took up our blades and charged into the worn down foes, cutting down scores of their men without suffering a single casualty of our own. Before long, 70 Albans lay dead at our feet with the remaining 20 taken as prisoners, robbed, then let go to tell the tale of this grand Salvon victory. This is only the beginning. Signed, President Mitch McCanon

"and such begins the new age of those of bandits and thieves.. heres to those that know what the roads are for." hed say with a cigar in his mouth and a smile on his face as he reads the missive.

The Hope of New Salvo 12th of Malin’s Welcome, 220 S.A During these past few saints days a lot of change has occurred in the lands of Salvo. Threats have been made and hopes of a new age have risen. Rumors have spread that an age of the bandit and roadway men will emerge from these lands, and I am here to speak on those rumors. They are true. These lands are for the people and by the people. We shall not stand by and allow it to be taken from our hands with which we worked so hard for this opportunity. So harken all ye criminals, bandits, outlaws and thieves! If you so wish for a home, for a place and a way of life which will not seek your destruction for following our ways, come to Salvo, the salvation for us all. The roads are ours to own and ours to pillage as we so please. Our enemies have fled from these walls faster than I could blink. They have naught the will to retake these lands, so we shall claim them for our own! So go, be free to roam the roads. To all those who wish to find refuge in Salvo, we are always open to you. The days of outrageous taxes ranging into a hundred-and-twenty mina are long gone. If you wish for a home, all you must do is provide me with ten percent of your bounty which you take from the roads. Yet, we are still pious people. You shall not kill those whom you robbed. Accidents may happen, of course, yet the loss of life is always a tragedy. You must avoid killing at all costs. But if someone wishes to duel you to end your existence with a blade or bolt then who am I to stop you from partaking in such a duel. The roads are ours for the taking as are the souls who wish for refuge from their governments. We shall always provide for those who are considered less fortunate than ourselves. Should conflict arise between outlaws, bandits, and thieves within the walls of Salvo, the offending parties shall have the right to duel to prove who is in the right. Be it through bolts or blades, it matters not to me—only that the dispute is settled. If you claim the banner of Salvo and hold it proud, then you shall respect and uphold these rules. For they are the foundation of greatness and power in this new age. A reputation precedes all, my friends. If that is not the case then pray tell, how did I get here? The more pompous fools you steal from, the more money you shall receive from them. It is rather simple. The more you injure instead of kill, the more of a reputation you leave behind for those you have harmed. These roads will be run through as much as we please, and to any that attempt to stop this action; I pray the almighty God forgives your foolishness. Through Blade or Bolt. Signed, President Mitch McCanon

"Well ill be damned.. peace finally falls to the lands we so claim. unified by true salvo ideals." he would load a crossbow as he shoots into the air. it seems a new fight has just begun from the old. "Through blade or bolt." hed exclaim

Under New Management 14th of Snow’s Maiden, 220 S.A On this day of days, an ideal was created and reborn anew. For the hope of many men and the ideals of the few have been proven to be effective and right in this world, as battle has proven such is the case. The new ideals of Salvo shall be of the Republic and of the many, not of the individual. It is time for there to be a new era in these lands. One of peace and of rightful rule within the lands we so care for. Under God's eyes it has been seen. As seen earlier on this saint's day, there was a skirmish between the factions of McCanon’s Gang and the Government of Salvo wherein Mitch had decided to attempt to discuss such feuds with his character and ideals. As he was met with threats, he knew he needed to take actions into his own hands and did just that. As the Salvon government fled, their cries heard on the hilltops, McCanon would have stood and declared in those very halls the surrender of the Salvo State in return for the Pontifical States to decide new leadership. As such has been the case time and time again in the face of new hope and new opportunities come new chances for oppression. And just as the ink had barely dried on the new declaration, word reached McCanon that an army had appeared in Salvo. As McCanon rode back out from the lands he so claimed after word had been gathered, he returned with his group of newfound Patriots to this land. Soon thereafter a battle would ensue for the fate of our homeland. This battle would be that of legend and of bravery and courage that had been built up for years upon years. Despite the Salvon army fighting bravely to the bitter end, they could not withstand the tide of justice and soon fell upon our blades. Justice has been served to those who wished to take power which they did not deserve. All this to say to you, the people of Salvo and of this great States! The time has come for there to be a new era within the lands of Salvo, a new hope and a new leader upon these lands, which is to be decided by the church with everything in consideration. This will take time, as all reconstruction does. But it will be of great import to keep to the teachings of the church and within ourselves. The Revolution has been renewed. God bless Salvo. God Bless the Papal states, And here's to the Republic.. Reborn. Signed, President Mitch McCanon

The Surrender of Salvo The Patriots of Salvo enter Ves, 12th of Snow’s Maiden, 220 S.A (song here for fun ig?) A Missive would be spread all around the lands, It is I, President McCanon, of the Republic of Salvo, writing to you from the halls of the congress of Salvo. Early this saints day I was provided with information from a dear friend of mine along the roads. The words of Salvo as well as Balian have hurt my character for they are filled with untruths and lies to slander my name. As a result of these lies, Bounties, Warrants, and Death threats have been thrown towards my way. As such a Coalition attempted to capture me this earlier Saint's Day. And yet for those who have heeded my warnings for Balian they did not answer such a call for aid to Salvo. So as such with all of my Salvo pride, a group of great men decided to ride to Salvo for an explanation and hope of ending such slander. Yet, such hopes were dashed as soon we entered into the city unimpeded. They hurled threats and insults at our character and at our ideals. While doing so they ran for their weapons. Without a moment's hesitation we fired ours first in the hopes of silencing such a threat. A body fell, a soul lost. For they gave a good fight yet in the end they ran for the hills like the cowards they are. After a quick skirmish from a mixture of bandits and patriots, the Salvon army and president have fled the city in an act of terror and cowardice, thus giving up its historic walls and their honor as a leader towards these people. As such, I have come forward in a way of light to lead those who are lost in the ideas of this false Salvo. In exchange, I provide salvation and hope towards these lands and a new ideal for its people. That of the old ways in which it was founded. Off the hopes and backs of working individuals and not of that of nobility, here ye all and listen well. Salvo is not for the taking (unless it's by me). I will be your president and wear such a title with honor as it has been squandered by those who held it before. Glory to Salvo and its citizens of the Republic. Signed, The President of Salvo, The Cross-Slinger,

chat am i cooked?

"heh. yeah alright." he would chuckle as he would hold the crossbow from his hip. "Try it."

Mitch would sit in a lone tavern as he reads over the missive.. "at least the people comin' after me will have more minas then those who dont.." he ponders to himself as he would continue reading down the bounty as he finds a reward at the bottom. "well with that kinda price.. aint i just a sucker.."

*Would look again at the missive with a rather confused look upon his face. "Seems they means to git us pinned.. i aint finna lets that happen." the masked bandit would show the missive to his comrades around him as he chuckles.. seems there might be more ahead in his planning

A lone bandit would rise from his seat in the tavern as he reads over the missive. a hat by his side as he would grab his crossbow "Fortune favors the roads i suppose." he'd say as he gets up from his seat taking his hat. seems a long journey is ahead.

The cross slinger would look at the wanted poster picturing him.. "They never get the nose right.." he'd exclaim as he puts his bandana up once more as he rides off to the roads

Sir Nygel, I have heard your calls for those who hold the gift of malchaedials flame. I am quite eager to answer such a call. my name is Sakis Mareno, I am here to offer my help where ever it might be needed.. you have my blade Sakis Mareno. (Disc: RedResult)

cool ig

During our 1st Congressional Session, we the Senators of Salvo voted on the following procedures and acts: Appointment of Mr. Karl Valfleur as Justice Appointment of Mr. Culver Uialben as Secretary of Intelligence S1.0 - Statutes of Salvo by Senator Uialben S1.1 - The Great Seals of State Act by the Registrar of the Senate, Senator Drakehart S1.2 - The Postage Act by Senator Morgan S1.3 - The Loyalists Act by the Speaker of the Senate, Senator O’Rourke "As a senator of the great state of salvo.. Aye to the following acts Section 1 the Statues of Salvo, AYE! Section 1.1 the great seals of state act, AYE! Section 1.2 The Postage Act, AYE! Section 1.3 The Loyalists Act, AYE! Signed Mitch McCanon