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Captain Wayne Vyrona laughs heartily, holding up his glass. "Aye! That it is my liege, that it is. Long live Salvo, long live the Great Houses, long live the Light!"

Wayne tips his hat, smiling. "Quite fun if I do say so myself." He turns to Peter, smiling. “It was good to see Antium there too. Ultio truly is a good man.”

Wayne sniffs, before rubbing at his nose. Damn cold was coming on again. Turning back to his writing, he finishes penning the letter to the Lord Captain Commander Alessandria. "Aye. Seems that they've got some things left to uncover. The Great Houses will meet to discuss, but it seems we may have to move forward with our current plans. I'd make Ravenmire aware, House Vyrona is willing to speak on the terms you mentioned were discussed." - Wayne Vyrona, Head of House Vyrona, Oathsworn of Peter Alessandria, High Lord of the Salvian Regency. Yawning, he presses his signet into the wax, and sends the bird off, before turning over, and tying to fall back asleep. Moving into a new headquarters never gets any easier. @Based1Salmon

"So begins a new era." "The rising winds blow free." "The Golden Eagle flies again." "The House of Vyrona, Speaks." Wayne Vyrona stands before Sandra Imri. His blade is bared and his stance wide. One hand holds forth his sword, the other clenched tightly. As he speaks, his voice echoes off the abandoned stone walls, and the silence broken only by his voice. "I, Wayne Vyrona, Head of House Vyrona, Captain of the 1st Brigade, Oathsworn of the Lord Captain Commander Alessandria, High Lord of the Salvian Regency, would ask you, Sandra Imri, to join under my house. Not unto my line, but in service to it. To bring peace to all lands, and to stand firm in the light, under the light, in order that light may be preserved." "Sandra Imri. Do you hereby swear your body and blade to the cause, your blood and tears to the line, and yourself to me and mine?" "I swear." "Do you swear your honor to mine, to uphold as your own, until your final breath or until I see fit to release you from your oath?" "I do." "Do you swear to hold the House name as your own, forsaking that which you were born unto, to stand under mine instead?" "I do." "Will you accept this honor that is solely mine to give?" "I will." Wayne raises his sword, laying the edge on her shoulder, and holding out his clenched fist, he opens it, revealing a gold signet ring that gives off the vague shape of a bird, with a large intricate V. "Then kneel before me, Sandra Imri, and accept it." Sandra kneels, and gently takes the ring off of Wayne's outstretched hand, before sliding it on her finger. "I accept." Wayne tosses his sword to the cobbled street, and raises her up, embracing her. "Let it be known that House Vyrona rejoices! May the light lay witness, and seal this vow, that it may never be broken. Stand, Sandra Vyrona, of House Vyrona." "Long live the light, Long live Vyrona." @luxyluxxx@Based1Salmon

The Houses rise The Great Oak groans Yet under the Light The Order will Grow The bird lands in your aviary in a puff of feathers. Its small chest heaves, its flight leaving it spent. A letter is attached to its leg, the folded paper as white as snow. As you unfold it, laying the creases flat, you catch sight of the message. Written in bronze colored ink, the letters shine gold when the light catches them. “The Salvian Military Regency hears tale of your name.” “The mountain stands so strong it will break when pushed. Yet the oak bends, and survives. The Great Houses summon you. Will you answer the call?” “The House of Vyrona calls you to task. Will you stand for the light against the rot of Aevos?” - Wayne Vyrona. Captain of the 1st Salvian Brigade, Head of House Vyrona, Oathsworn of House Alessandria. @Lynx_

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Wayne watches as his bird flies off, carrying the note in its talons. He runs a hand through his hair, grinning with anticipation as he waits for the response. House Vyrona will grow.

The hardest of hearts will see no evil. The softest of lambs, think ignorance bliss. Yet I promise you now that justice is coming. For soon you will taste of the final death's kiss. Wayne stands from his table, holding his newly minted signet ring. He smiles around the house, before pressing his new sigil into the wax. Henceforth and forevermore, the men of the Vyrona line stand with the Lord General Alessandria of the Salvian Military Regency. All who wish to partake in her protection may. Vyrona lands remain in the hand of the one that holds them. Notable examples include: Hyspia, Avenida Camila VIII: Former Seat of the Exiled Salvian Line Vyrona titles and honors are forfeit to Lord Alessandria of the Salvian Military Regency, to bestow as they see fit. The Vyrona house lays claim to their right and title of Captain of the 1st Brigade, and declares themselves a sovriegn house under the rule of Lord Alessandria. So it is declared. Let all who read of this lay witness. And so the seal is pressed, and delivered to all who would hear of it. The house of Vyrona has staked it's claim. @luxyluxxx@Based1Salmon@RedResult@LimeRhyme

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Wayne reads over the missive, nodding at his own signature at the bottom. It wasn't what he wanted, but someone had to do it. "May God grant us the salvation the Madam never could." OOC Note: Any and all anger directed outside of rp will be ignored. I'm not going to entertain ooc shit about an ic decision. OOC Note 2: If anyone is harrassed about it, moderation will be called to help

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The past sings old forbidden songs. Of hearth and home, and fires strong. And so it comes that the stars arise. The world afire, and skies alive. Among the wreckage, a man lies still, his tears near spent, but anger filled. And so he rises, once again. The past his guide, the pain his friend. Wayne awakes from sleep, tears already filling his eyes. He knows it's too late to change what happened, yet he desperately wishes he could. As the initial tears are beginning to fall, he regains control, and suddenly the emptiness is replaced with white hot anger. He stands, gathering a note and pen. As he begins to write, he makes up his mind. "I've tried to do this in a new way." He practically snarls, his lip curling as tears threaten at the corners of his eyes. "It's too late to change. I must become who I was again." "Long live the Sundrop. Long live the Syndicate."

As the words are spoken, so must they be heard. The banner lies torn and tattered, and bodies broken, bruised. A Nation lies in ruins, another rises new. The Nation of Salvo stands among flames. The smoldering ruins of a razed palace look down upon the swarm of men and women who fight for it's survival. The banners of its strongest lie broken and torn, and the clammer of men and horses ceases to watch the fight that will decide it all. Metal crashes and steeds scream. The snap of bowstrings rings out, and a man falls dead. It is all the grand palace can do to hold her breath. The majesty of her people fading fast, as one by one, they fall to the attackers. The former Salvian Senator Mitch McCannon raises his standard high as those around him slump at his feet. A ragged cheer is raised, and the banner is planted. The palace weeps blackened tears, as the acrid smoke from it's burned body smolders yet again. As the smoke clears, Elynora af Brasca, the First Consul, stands bravely, facing the victorious grin of the usurper. He holds out a sheet, and Elynora takes it. The nation of Salvo weeps bitter tears as they are forced from their home. Their banners lying torn and trampled beneath the hooves of Mitch McCannon. In a quiet procession, the exiles make their way onwards. They must find allies, shelter, and most importantly, a silent place to weep. The True Nation of Salvo, exiled to wander, until God gives them rest.

A bird flies into you from out of sight, perching on your shoulder. Giving a gently coo, it settles itself. Attached to its leg are two notes. One in black, the other in red. The first note is written in an unknown hand, in a black ink, and is signed simply, "Wayne, of Salvo". "Mitch has struck again. Estevot has been attacked. Salvo humbly begs for Balian support, lest the man responsible get away yet again. The call of justice rings clear. Deliverance comes." The second is red, and seems stained. @Andustar@TaraJess@cadazio