[i]"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." [/i] -Wilfred Owen

[center][h2]Summer of 1799[/h2][/center]

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[u][i][b]1st of April[/b][/i][/u]

As the new season begins, preparations for the religious festival of [b][color=fff200]The Holy Territories of Edoniras[/color][/b] continue, as worshippers from all across Europe begin to make their pilgrimages to the holy site itself, to embrace their religion even as war threatens to consume Europe.