Bezonvaux
Establishing Nation
somewhere on the Gothic Sea.
they were packed like sardines upon the ships that made up the Royal Borovangen Navy, every available room that a man might stand in had been used. conditions inside the ships were dreadful, most of men were violently sick but had no room to move so simply vomited on the floor, those lucky enough to be stations up on the deck of the ship at least had plenty of fresh air but their shelters gave no protection from the freezing ocean winds. however soon this nightmare would be over and they would land on the shores of their homeland where the real struggle would begin.
the Village of Balones, Saro Province, Borovanger
they all crowded around the portable radio, they had been told that there would be a broadcast at precisely midnight contained a coded message for Cruzados across the nation, could this be it, the long awaited call to action? the radio crackled with static as the tuned in the Radio Free Borovanger"Before we begin our evening broadcast, please listen to some personal messages, "Diego's nose is broken he walked into a door on the way to the Post Office". this was it the message they had been hoping for, tomorrow they and hundreds like them would rise up and take back Borovanger from the Reds and the socialists.
they were packed like sardines upon the ships that made up the Royal Borovangen Navy, every available room that a man might stand in had been used. conditions inside the ships were dreadful, most of men were violently sick but had no room to move so simply vomited on the floor, those lucky enough to be stations up on the deck of the ship at least had plenty of fresh air but their shelters gave no protection from the freezing ocean winds. however soon this nightmare would be over and they would land on the shores of their homeland where the real struggle would begin.
the Village of Balones, Saro Province, Borovanger
they all crowded around the portable radio, they had been told that there would be a broadcast at precisely midnight contained a coded message for Cruzados across the nation, could this be it, the long awaited call to action? the radio crackled with static as the tuned in the Radio Free Borovanger"Before we begin our evening broadcast, please listen to some personal messages, "Diego's nose is broken he walked into a door on the way to the Post Office". this was it the message they had been hoping for, tomorrow they and hundreds like them would rise up and take back Borovanger from the Reds and the socialists.