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The Ghurrkan Elite Guard (The Ivory Guard) escort the casket of the assasinated Prime Minister through the streets of Boanne. The show was accompanied by a rousing speech from the Prime Ministers successor, swearing vengeance against the Shirudo for this transgression

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“I remember I was with my mother, as father had been called away by the military. We where well known around our district of Boanne due to my families wealth and my fathers rank, so we managed to secure a spot in the crowd a little closer to the street. I could see the casket clear as day, on the shoulders of the gleaming Ivory’s. A brown box without embellishment besides the simple carvings on its sides. I remember it made me angry.

Inside that box, my adolescent mind realized, was the body of a man. The body of a man I had seen give speeches, seen smile. The body of a man who loved his country. And now he was dead, a casualty of a war we wanted no part in. Or at least, hadn’t wanted a part in.

I hated them, I realized at that moment. Everyone around me did too, in that dead silent moment. Hated our new foe, these foreigners who thought us weak. Who struck us when we had done no wrong. Who thought we would simply roll over and capitulate.

I vowed I would prove them wrong. Single handily if need be. Those cowards, those Shirudo scum. I was filled with such patriotic vigor I was sure I would simply explode like a rocket, and the new PM had yet to give his speech.”

-Testament of 1st lt. Habul Na’ast, Veteran of the 15th Rifles

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Description
The Ghurrkan Elite Guard (The Ivory Guard) escort the casket of the assasinated Prime Minister through the streets of Boanne. The show was accompanied by a rousing speech from the Prime Ministers successor, swearing vengeance against the Shirudo for this transgression

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“I remember I was with my mother, as father had been called away by the military. We where well known around our district of Boanne due to my families wealth and my fathers rank, so we managed to secure a spot in the crowd a little closer to the street. I could see the casket clear as day, on the shoulders of the gleaming Ivory’s. A brown box without embellishment besides the simple carvings on its sides. I remember it made me angry.

Inside that box, my adolescent mind realized, was the body of a man. The body of a man I had seen give speeches, seen smile. The body of a man who loved his country. And now he was dead, a casualty of a war we wanted no part in. Or at least, hadn’t wanted a part in.

I hated them, I realized at that moment. Everyone around me did too, in that dead silent moment. Hated our new foe, these foreigners who thought us weak. Who struck us when we had done no wrong. Who thought we would simply roll over and capitulate.

I vowed I would prove them wrong. Single handily if need be. Those cowards, those Shirudo scum. I was filled with such patriotic vigor I was sure I would simply explode like a rocket, and the new PM had yet to give his speech.”

-Testament of 1st lt. Habul Na’ast, Veteran of the 15th Rifles

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