Publius

THE DECLINE OF THE WEST: RESETTLING OUR HOMELAND Salvians telling Confederacy tales by the swamps of Mullberry, 1995 Dearest folk of our fair Republic, Long ago we came to these lands, seeking liberty that was impossible in Aaun, and only represented in token gestures other stagnating Kingdoms. We sought that liberty under arms, and won it outright as revolutionaries - but as fair farmers and ranchers, we know the hardship of grazing cattle in these swamps, the weakness of the soil to nurture a root. Worse yet, our infrastructure is in grave disrepair. Many old towns abandoned by their wicked inhabitants have seen no new life, the old Prismarine city burnt to ash has only grown over. Voidal corruption purged, dangerous devils slain, but at what cost? We had the arms necessary to secure our nation, and we must now use said arms to secure our economy! We need only to look at our own roots to find the solution. Lands we once were driven from are in stark decline - under Governor Vyke Esheveurd, we will be resettling the now abandoned Eastern Regency Ranchlands. Such is the will of our Congress! Such is blessed by our fair High Priest! Let any of the dozen or so Alstion claimants to the olde Kingdom try to stop us! We will drive any who seek to deny us our destiny over the Langkette, to let those nobles hide for another thousand incestuous generations in Haense! Cattle drives will begin within a Saint’s Year to establish our foothold. Seek me, our fair Sheriff Marrin Wyrmwood, or any official should you need arms for this pilgrimage. For the people, by the people, President Levi Summers

President Levi Summers looked upon this document, smiling broadly to those who assembled for the Republic's first Congress. He knew that here, history was being made.

It had seemed like the ideal day to Levi, having spoke through a forum with his fellow Republicans in Salvo. Tristan had even arrived and lifted the spirits of those who attended, heaping praise on his olde compadre. There were so few things that could sour the mood - but the worst had seemed to happen as Levi learned of the olde man's fate. Word came by that Tristan fell ill on his way back home. These damned swamps, they had so many bugs, pestilence aplenty, and nothing could be done about it now. Levi wondered what my have been different, had he only rode his old friend home. His heart was heavy, with grief and love for his olde friend. Not a minute passed after he received the news, before he began planning the funeral for the Founding Father of the Republic.

— THE ELECTION OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE FREE CANONIST PROVINCES — RESISTANCE AGAINST TYRANTS IS OBEDIENCE TO GOD LO TO YE, SALVIAN CITIZENRY! The time has come, so harken - we must choose our President, and with them our government. We have determined these liberties must be exercised to keep fit our nation. Any refugee, any landowner, any good folk of our lands is welcome to vote - but must sign on to our Census to be eligible. With this too, you will determine whether you wish to run as a Senator or our President. Citizens, you have your nation - now choose its future. Issued 12 0f the Deep Cold, 2000 (Election will be 3PM EST this Sunday, November 3rd)

Levi read this, lamenting having never actually met the Archbishop. He pondered on the wisdom, before he set off to make his next move…

Amongst the Committee of Correspondence personnel in the Mulberry Saloon, Levi would wave the treaty in front of the patrons happening by, sporting a rictus grin. It was a good day to be a Republican!

Republicans looked on from the south with contempt, a furious anger from the attempted secession only a few short months ago burning them on any relation to Vortice...

Walking away from the Holy See, Levi knew what was to come for the Prismarine City. "What we need to be doing is stockpiling the food, and telling the folks the get out NOW!" He barked to the deputies of Mulberry, his features creasing as his eyes narrowed upon a map. The Committee of Correspondence worked closely with the High Priest and his liasons as the face of The Republic changed...

Levi cheered and celebrated, his rictus grin going nowhere for the foreseeable future. The nation was young, but it was one built on ideals… He looked towards the future and saw nothing but great things.

THUS UNTO TYRANTS Attend the words of a Republic of freemen! With the thrust of our sharp blades we have felled the Silver Tyrant of Lurin and unshackled ourselves from the past. Our destiny now lies within our hands, guided by God on high. When the good deputies of our republic, militia and holymen alike, arrived in the city of Lurin it was clear foul magic grew at its centre. Decay was found, but we rebuked it - for there is no reconciling with the void, lest our rights be trampled by Iblees’ deceivers. Yet, Narithen Uialben dwelled in that decay, if not encouraging it. So we found him on a throne, alone, as all oppressors shall die, and brought him the justice and will of the people. He fled before our onslaught, but a wildman by the name of Enor Cray took his head. So let it be known, that is the duty of all just men, to resist and end tyranny. And thus Salvo has been freed. Such disregard for the people is what we must face - and we do not shy away. Our folk in the old lands of Lurin will each have their voice heard, and we will do so as equals. In this Republic, it is not by privilege or class, but by will and common interest that our nation will steer itself well into the future. So we speak to you, the common man in all realms: There is land for any man or woman to stake a claim in our nation, unburdened from the privileged landowners of olde, should they be willing to raise arms for the Republic. It shall also be your voice which resolves the laws of our land, not that of a blue-blooded titlemen who knows not the sweat of our brow or the dirt on our hands. Yet, it is paramountly the duty of each man to defend their fellow canonists against the voidal mages that haunt our nation. Our enemies have sworn to exterminate us but they underestimate our will. We will relish in our rights or perish in their defense. Levi Summers, Committee of Correspondence

Levi was preferential to reindeer games, but he participated in these all the same.

Levi sat upon some critical information from the Merchant Lord. Information which he chose to hide. He would advise the folks around him based on what had been revealed to the public, even his Commander-in-Chief. A network sprung out of the Saloon, one of many grinning people who nodded and listened. The maimed man would be wringing his hands if he could - sadly, his arm had been severed in an attack by Darkspawn. He would satisfy himself by using his one hand to spin around his whiskey glass, peering from it out a window, watching the situation develop.

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Levi could not help but scowl at the mention of the Frost Witch Uprising of ‘96, otherwise known as ‘the Freezening’. ”God, bless us with someone as fleety on the horse as they’d be heavy with their hands!”

Levi looked to his comrades in Salvo, confused. "What is to be done?" After a few moments, he would fold the missive. He and the gang sat around a round table, and around that table a bunch of shots were poured. They drank the night away!

Levi rode through town, bag jostling with wares and alchemical ingredients. They’d come a long way from the days they slept on cots in a decrepit tower… Yet those days were not long ago. Passing the Saloon, he would dip his hat to the Morgan brothers. Over Yonder by the Chapel, he hailed Lughais, Randir and Bulwark as they discussed matters of the Church and defence. By the Keep, he saluted Cedrick and Tristan, surrounded by the latter’s children, as they chatted. Though he had to make it back out to the swamps to forage for Aqua Nymph and the like, he was happy to see his partner in alchemical affairs, Marrin, skip over the bridge. The Sun shone on Salvo, and it was a good day to be a cowpoke in this crook of the river.

Levi was plenty happy after having the bull read to him, his pride for his home tickled by the warmth shown by the Bishop. He sent to the Bishop something like, 7-8 pounds of beef jerky, it was kind of excessive, but it did come with a thank you note requesting to go drinking with him.

Levi rode into a commotion at camp, having spent the day foraging for alchemical ingredients. When he got word of what happened in his absence, he made a note to be armed even when picking flowers…

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Out in Portoregne, Abraham's old pal Levi worked the counters at the tavern. It wouldn't be long until they saw one another again...