Quoted By:
<span class="mu-i">May 5th, 1933</span>
The invasion of the Twaryians had not been entirely unanticipated, since their earlier triumph over the Republic of Ellowie, but the effectiveness of their attack had been. After all, the Twaryians were an abrasive, stupid people, and their military was a crude instrument without the tradition and pride of even Vynmark’s long-unblooded troops.
When the war began around a week ago, it was initiated with the sabotage of ports, of warships. The Grand Fleet’s pride, a trio of old but formidable battleships, had been badly damaged by explosives. The remainder sallied out, though greatly weakened- the Twaryian “navy” was seen as so little a threat. The forces amassed on the border, long prepared for Twaryian attack, were not surprised when the opening assault overwhelmed the first defense line. Its purpose was never to hold out against an attack like an invasion, but to slow it down, break it up, for the second Fortress Line.
When the Twaryians broke the Second Fortress Line, High Command’s response was denial and puzzlement, until the scale of the Twaryian success became impossible not to see.
The Twaryians quickly advanced, at their furthest, sixty kilometers into the country, where they crashed against the Third Fortress Line- and were finally delayed firmly, for the time being, though the of the line undulated against the chaotic battles all about, neither side having a firm idea of the progress of the war. After the Third Line, there was but the Deska River as a natural barrier before the Twaryians might reach the heartlands of Vynmark. It was only hoped that the Grand Council Army would regain the initiative before then- before the terror of war might cow the gentle people of the influential core of the country.
Those terrible days were why few of you, if any, knew one another. All of you are from different units, whether you were involved in the fighting until now or were but recently mobilized. For a reason unclear, all of you were assembled, and sent up to a part of the front that was, hopefully, quiet enough for you to establish yourselves…
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The lot of you were assembled before the commanding officers of the two units now being formed into one- though each one of the two was really scraped together from several more. Command couldn’t be picky- you were in the area, so you were gathered here. The skies had an air of uncertainty to them- Twaryian aircraft had buzzed freely for the first couple of days, but they were then firmly opposed, and today, a mercenary fighter wing had been thoroughly clearing the skies for you in particular- though you were advised that such could change at any moment.
One was a seasoned looking military officer in a disheveled uniform- Vynmarker infantry grey-green was smeared with dust and dirt, despite efforts to brush himself off for the other present company.
