Octavian X
is not a pipe.
With consent, I plan to send the following letter to Apolyton:
People of the Republic of Apolyton:
With each passing day, we receive new, sad, tales from the Iron Mountains of the heroic actions of the men who make the ultimate sacrifice for their Emperor and their nation, all at the hands of the evil Catcherian hordes.
We tire of this war. Watching the sons of Fanatikou die in a hopeless conflict takes the hope for a brighter future out of a mans heart. While we remain confident that the Aploytonian people will soon strike a deadly blow to our mortal enemies, this hope for a clear future is always dimmed.
Fanatikou recognizes that when Apolytons floodgates are opened, its great forces, emboldened by the spirit of revenge for our fallen Elucidian comrades and Fanatikese brothers, they will become victorious. However, we increasingly are beginning to realize that such a victory will be at our very great expense. This centuries-old conflict has taken its great toll already on our once-mighty Empire, leaving us little to actually call a nation. It is all too probably that (unless Apolyton intentionally stunts its own growth, or if we were given a far greater portion of the spoils of war than we likely deserve) Fanatikou will become a power on this continent second to Apolyton.
That prospect frightens us, as it would frighten any non-masochistic nation. As two yet unmet powers, Netalonia and Webringen, both grow to heights yet unmatched by our two nations, the future begins to scare us even more.
That in mind, we humbly approach our Apolytonian brothers with a proposal: a more formal alliance. Not one simply against the Gamecatcher Alliance, but a permanent, grand, continental alliance to last for all time, one to secure peace in our mutual homeland, and to defend against invaders that may threaten our continent in the far-off future.
Your humble brothers in times of war and peace,
The People of the Empire of Fanatikou
People of the Republic of Apolyton:
With each passing day, we receive new, sad, tales from the Iron Mountains of the heroic actions of the men who make the ultimate sacrifice for their Emperor and their nation, all at the hands of the evil Catcherian hordes.
We tire of this war. Watching the sons of Fanatikou die in a hopeless conflict takes the hope for a brighter future out of a mans heart. While we remain confident that the Aploytonian people will soon strike a deadly blow to our mortal enemies, this hope for a clear future is always dimmed.
Fanatikou recognizes that when Apolytons floodgates are opened, its great forces, emboldened by the spirit of revenge for our fallen Elucidian comrades and Fanatikese brothers, they will become victorious. However, we increasingly are beginning to realize that such a victory will be at our very great expense. This centuries-old conflict has taken its great toll already on our once-mighty Empire, leaving us little to actually call a nation. It is all too probably that (unless Apolyton intentionally stunts its own growth, or if we were given a far greater portion of the spoils of war than we likely deserve) Fanatikou will become a power on this continent second to Apolyton.
That prospect frightens us, as it would frighten any non-masochistic nation. As two yet unmet powers, Netalonia and Webringen, both grow to heights yet unmatched by our two nations, the future begins to scare us even more.
That in mind, we humbly approach our Apolytonian brothers with a proposal: a more formal alliance. Not one simply against the Gamecatcher Alliance, but a permanent, grand, continental alliance to last for all time, one to secure peace in our mutual homeland, and to defend against invaders that may threaten our continent in the far-off future.
Your humble brothers in times of war and peace,
The People of the Empire of Fanatikou