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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on May 16, 2022 6:53:26 GMT
In town square of Alcester, a crier stood proclaiming a message, "Proud Tholish men will you sit idle while Moderal readies herself for war? Will you languish as the enemies of our proud people sharpen their knives in the dark? Nay! Do not accept such mediocrity! Enlist! Do your part and sign on to the Royal Engineering Corps! No prior experience needed. Shall you wait till its too late?"
Across WTC similar messages were spread via various mediums as the waves of jingoism lit by the conflict with Moderal spread far and wide.
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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on May 16, 2022 7:18:50 GMT
Bardon was a simple man, he was born on his family's farm, along with his twelve siblings, and he most likely would die on his family's farm. Bardon's fate took a different turn with the war; Bardon was outraged when he heard those bloody eastern Moderali bastards escaped justice and then went on to kill good and honest imperial folks and as a true-blue Tholish man he desired to do something about it. Bardon's chance came when a royal crier came into town spouting something about enlisting and he was delighted to hear he didn't to know about magnets or gears to enlist. Soon after he was shipped north to Saxony to receive basic training and education in a military base. Bardon was surprised to learn he had a knack for architecture, as the officer called it, buildings always sorta made sense to him in the way everything held the whole structure together and he surprised to see smarter folks struggle with the work. Eventually his basic education was over and cap'n called all the men who passed together, "Our first practical test shall now begin, the Artair railway line is to connect westward from here to Juteland. Along the way it shall pass the river out by Dunton's farm. You are to design a bridge to efficiently and safely span the river, you may refer to all data collected by the state in regards to the river and take your own measurements." Bardon wasn't too sure how building a bridge was going to help beat Moderal but he was never too bright; he was just happy he was doing his part.
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