[center][h2][color=Purple][b]The Kingdom of Soroya
1905[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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[b] Soroya at war [/b]

The Efos, Sikea

President Kevin Notles despised the idea of war. The blood of every soldier in his mind was precious, a man of peace, Soroya’s current political position was disastrous, almost hypocritical if you listen to the whispers on the streets. The people grew restless, where these the wise battles to picked? Are these for the greater cause? Some argued that it was but the desperate actions of a man trying to win the votes of the nationalist. The hardliners who wished to assert Soroyan authority into her colonial territories and neighbors.

“Sir the troops stand ready. Should I send orders to begin operation death’s mercy?” Naut Ranervelt stood silently. He was certainly not the tactical genius the other generals often displayed, but in the safety of the homeland’s he was competent and collective.

“Indeed. Send telegrams to Admiral Alfring, Woltersom, Nijerees, and General Heun immediately. Operations will begin on January 10th and will last until the dates specified. If the Zellonian-Kalpian war has taught us anything it is that no matter how superior the force, without supplies they are nothing, but cannon fodder.” President Notles gave a sly smile. The plan was not overly complicated, but there was no need. Recent reports of the Anvegadian battle fleets shows that they simply can’t put enough firepower into their fleets to defend both Faresia and Varius at the same time. A false victory no more, this plan will succeed.

Kedris, Faresia

The trenches were dug deep. Several hundred miles of men entrenched along the Yamarano, Xianese, and Anvegadian border. A day did not pass where a man was not frightened of being shot or of a mortar shell hitting him. General Heun made sure that no man was not prepared. Days and Nights passed in the relatively quiet border, but the men were awake. They were ready. Waiting. Silently waiting.

Several miles out on the second Anvegadian front in the contested region, some Soroyan’s have begun to call Imioyos, meaning “Hell” in Soroyan. Not because of the bloodshed nor the intimidating enemy force, but due to constant drilling from Soroyan commanders. Troop morale was not at its peak, but it was “sufficient” according to Heun. The men on this front have begun grabbing supplies to move back. The front at the moment was to dangerous to hold, and the men and commanders knew that.     

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[i]Soroyan Troops retreating from Imioyos, circa 1905[/i][/center]