Every Inch
Posted by Cassandra on 06/08/20
Ivan Helianthus is a coward.
Let us make that immediately clear, these are the words of a traitor and oathbreaker. An apostate and heretic. One who would flee a battle, only to try to sow dissent with an attempt at dividing our own loyalties. And I write this, I tell you now, there is no division. The words by the hand of the Oathbreaker Ivan Helianthus are the words of an angry, scared, and little man. A man who feared change. A man who did not wish to change. And a man who believed that nothing should change. But change did come, and here is an example of a man who did heed the lessons of Lagoma. For change is constant, and it ever surges forward.
Let him run back to his false idol and master, let him sit upon the Coward's Chair. For it is not the armies of the Compact he should fear. For his crimes, for turning his back on the Gods and their Ideals, justice will find him. It may not be now, it may not be tomorrow, but Judgement will find him. And it will find him wanting. For only then will he see, the scared, angry, and little man that he is.
But, I have wasted enough of my breath writing about such a sorry excuse for a man, as I would rather speak to the Faithful of Arvum. For our path now, is not an easy one. But I feel we would not come as far as we have if it was easier. We have strived too hard, and succeeded where perhaps the rest of the world felt we could not, we should not. For the last ten years, we have fought an uphill battle. We still fight it, even now. But as I stand here, I see the those that stand with me. We have not bowed our heads. We will not.
The path we have chosen for he present is full of hazards, as all paths are; but it is the one most consistent with our character and courage as a kingdom and our commitments to this country. The cost of freedom is always high, but Arvians have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender or submission. Our goal is not the victory of might, but the vindication of right; not peace at the expense of freedom, but both peace and freedom, here in this land that we call home, and, we hope, around the world. Gods willing, that goal will be achieved.
And to earn that freedom, it will not be easy. We must continue to strive and fight. To claw for every single inch that we have gained, and guard it jealously. Everything we have done, tongether, we have earned. Even if that means, we must go to war, to battle. We shall go our way into battle. And we shall be accompanied by the memories of millions of our lost ones, our ancestors who fought and died for the beliefs that we fight for now, our murdered fathers and butchered mothers, our murdered brothers and strangled children. And in these battles ahead we shall break the enemy and bring salvation to a tortured and enslaved people, tried in the furnace of persecution, thirsting only for freedom, for righteousness, and for justice.
So I tell you now. You are about to embark upon a great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of these people who stand next to you march with you. In company with our brave Templars, knights both noble and common alike and brothers and sisters in arms on other fronts, we together will bring about the freedom from slavery, the eliminations tyranny over the oppressed and enslaved, and the security for ourselves in a free world.
We will break the Coward's Chair. And burn it to ashes. Together.
Legate Cassandra Laurent
Legate of Arts
Sword of the Faith
Let us make that immediately clear, these are the words of a traitor and oathbreaker. An apostate and heretic. One who would flee a battle, only to try to sow dissent with an attempt at dividing our own loyalties. And I write this, I tell you now, there is no division. The words by the hand of the Oathbreaker Ivan Helianthus are the words of an angry, scared, and little man. A man who feared change. A man who did not wish to change. And a man who believed that nothing should change. But change did come, and here is an example of a man who did heed the lessons of Lagoma. For change is constant, and it ever surges forward.
Let him run back to his false idol and master, let him sit upon the Coward's Chair. For it is not the armies of the Compact he should fear. For his crimes, for turning his back on the Gods and their Ideals, justice will find him. It may not be now, it may not be tomorrow, but Judgement will find him. And it will find him wanting. For only then will he see, the scared, angry, and little man that he is.
But, I have wasted enough of my breath writing about such a sorry excuse for a man, as I would rather speak to the Faithful of Arvum. For our path now, is not an easy one. But I feel we would not come as far as we have if it was easier. We have strived too hard, and succeeded where perhaps the rest of the world felt we could not, we should not. For the last ten years, we have fought an uphill battle. We still fight it, even now. But as I stand here, I see the those that stand with me. We have not bowed our heads. We will not.
The path we have chosen for he present is full of hazards, as all paths are; but it is the one most consistent with our character and courage as a kingdom and our commitments to this country. The cost of freedom is always high, but Arvians have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender or submission. Our goal is not the victory of might, but the vindication of right; not peace at the expense of freedom, but both peace and freedom, here in this land that we call home, and, we hope, around the world. Gods willing, that goal will be achieved.
And to earn that freedom, it will not be easy. We must continue to strive and fight. To claw for every single inch that we have gained, and guard it jealously. Everything we have done, tongether, we have earned. Even if that means, we must go to war, to battle. We shall go our way into battle. And we shall be accompanied by the memories of millions of our lost ones, our ancestors who fought and died for the beliefs that we fight for now, our murdered fathers and butchered mothers, our murdered brothers and strangled children. And in these battles ahead we shall break the enemy and bring salvation to a tortured and enslaved people, tried in the furnace of persecution, thirsting only for freedom, for righteousness, and for justice.
So I tell you now. You are about to embark upon a great Crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of these people who stand next to you march with you. In company with our brave Templars, knights both noble and common alike and brothers and sisters in arms on other fronts, we together will bring about the freedom from slavery, the eliminations tyranny over the oppressed and enslaved, and the security for ourselves in a free world.
We will break the Coward's Chair. And burn it to ashes. Together.
Legate Cassandra Laurent
Legate of Arts
Sword of the Faith