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The volunteers marched, only pausing at brief intervals of a few hours when night came around, towards the land they were going to fight tooth and nail to protect. To the Seronan lands where the Karumi War of Aggression raged, protecting the balance of power in the region by aiding the Seronan people. As the volunteer army marched the came upon many refugees going to Itheraen cities to avoid the war on their home, the people whose homes were destroyed. All twenty-eight-thousand of them all racing against the clock to get to the foreign lands that they would fight for, for freedom and against such aggressions as displayed by Karum. It was their duty to fight, their duty to save lives, their duty to show strength in the face of evil.

They sang Itheraen warsongs all along the way, keeping their spirits high, believing themselves to be a force to change the tide of the war. The Volunteer Corp already knew what their first job was going to be, to retake Wietr and thus a chant arose from their gut, a chant of promise to retake all Seronan land.Their voices reached the heavens, their columns moving as one to the promised land, no longer considering this some little war, it was a crusade. A crusade to destroy the evil produced by this kind of aggression, to destroy the evils of one man who forced his men into a needless combat, the Tsar Michel. Their bayonets were fixed to his home, to his heart, the Itheraen propaganda filling them with a nationalistic spirit, the spirit of strength which would cause the Karumi army to shatter. An army under equipped and in poor condition, an army suitable not even for even the ancient times. 

One chant was the most popular however, often booming through the air. “Karum will fall.”