A loving friend, an animal companion I call family, passed away as I wrote an otherwise meaningless address regarding the abandonment of ineffective recruitment centers in the interests of raising only the finest soldiers for Greater Xavax. I accidentally turned it into a sort of eulogy to the lost, and a call for brotherhood, for honoring the dead and forging ahead to a newborn future of resounding glory. I feel it would be a fitting introduction to the spirit of our newborn realm, of the sort of thing you would come to expect if you happen to join us in the future.
Cheers, folks. I've got a grave to dig.
This is for you, Champion.
Sons and Daughters of Xavax,
Let us bridge an obstacle our military structure shall continue to face in its infancy. I could simply contact our Dukes and Lords, yes - but as a realm of survivors, of former Lords and Ladies, of Princes, of Empresses, of Dukes, of Generals, of Diplomats, of Priests, of Assassins, of Heroes, of Stewards... I believe the Xavax would benefit from open discourse.
As we begin the establishment of military might in the holdings of Xavax, we face a particular problem: recruitment centers. The fates tempt us with glorious hopes, yet so often we find our centers lacking in some vital facet. Be it expert training, superior weaponry, or stalwart defensive garb, there is usually a downside to the troops we recruit. In the long run, the unforeseen consequences of these integral weaknesses will compromise our ability to wage war. Will we face the armies of the world-at-large with an inferior breed of soldier? Will faulty weaponry weaken our charge? Will shoddy armor decimate our troops? Will inefficient training stir chaos among our ranks?
We face a choice in this day and age - before the mistakes of our administration manifest into a phantom that shall haunt us long into the coming years - to establish a proper foundation for the future conquerors of Xavax. To structure our military in the image of those great and glorious empires of old, or to forge a new path born of the just wisdom and hard-won conquests of those we call brother and sister - the echo of the divine righteousness of the Phoenix of Xavax - You.
I, Voice of Xavax, Xerarch of its people, chosen King of the Phoenix Kin, stand before you as an imperfect being: I am no wise scholar. I am no magnanimous conqueror. I am no economic genius. I am no paragon of justice. Most importantly, I am no God-King. The very same Spirit of the Phoenix that inflames me with passion, wisdom, patience, diligence, honor, duty, and confidence - that Spirit flows through each of you. The wisdom of the Xavax comes from your mind. Your experience. Your successes. Your failures. Your so very human imperfections - the very fabric of morality, of civility, of integrity we define as You - that is Xavax. THAT is what sustains us as a people.
It is not I who birthed the vision of the Spirit of the Phoenix, no - I am simply a vessel of its glorious charge. It is you, my brothers and sisters, honored children of the Phoenix, whose blood pounds and siphons from the heart of Xavax.
You are purpose. You are passion. You are duty. You are diligence. You are honor. You are righteousness.
Your vices and blunders, your hopes and desires, they are what fuel the Phoenix. You are the lifeblood, the sweat, the tears, the soul of Xavax.
I implore you, my brethren, to tear down your battered recruitment centers. Discharge your civilian mayors. Relinquish thy captains. Put aside every last remnant of the past and embrace our glorious future in the contrails of the Phoenix Ascendant. We are kin beyond blood - survivors of the same cataclysmic womb that birthed our exodus.
Stand with me, Sons of Xavax. Daughters of the Phoenix. Expatriate Kin. Forsaken remnants of a dying age of reason.
Glance eastward, to the Rising Sun of Xavax - to the dawn of a new era - to the rebirth of our spirit - to the foundation of an empire.
We are Xavax! We are the successors to the bloated collapsing empires upon whose fetid corpse we shall tread evermore! From the bloodied carcass of chaos we shall cleave forth into the undying light! We will not sink quietly beneath the towering waves! We will not slumber when the call-to-arms and tolling bell resounds!
The Xavax will cleave this world asunder in righteous fury!
We are the damned! We are the fallen! We are final, true bastion of the old continental powers.
The Burning Legion of the Phoenix Kin of Xavax shall behold the glory of this world - tempered in our sacrifice.
WE are LEGION!