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[Marcus M'real]

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Dawn approached the east, Sanctus awoke...

This day brought a mighty task, most wouldn't have obliged. Our task was not what in others thought, but within ourselves decide.

A land far away, from memory and reccolection, required our assitance. Another foreign land beseeched, as before in Minoc, but unlike Minoc, we took our foe seriously.

There Sanctus stood, ramparts in our wake, and before the enemy we stood. One night upon another, the enemy crashed like waves upon our fortress. Sanctus was not to be discouraged, our trust in our walls, as we repelled one after another, attack after attack.

In the aftermath of battles fought, memerable foes fell. Legends became those who dropped them. No one more than the other, for all had a hand in the expulsion of the enemy. Many fell, many stood. This was a testiment to our might, our force. Numbers are our strength, our prize, and such it won the days.

For weeks, the seige fell upon us. Tedious became our task, yet no Santian faultered. Even alone, Sanctus stood a beakon of light in the overwhelming darkness. Yew became our sanctuary, our foster home, while we repelled the forces that sought to control what was free land.

Sanctus could not tolerate such trechery. As such, the army summoned stood vigilant at the ramparts. The enemy, cowering in their own uncertainty, crashed tragically upon us. A failure of a plan orchestrated by their leader. Their arms had finally reached farther than the body could uphold. And so, with courage, Sanctus cut the arms from the whole of the enemy, showing them that they cannot uphold their devious plan. Next on the itenerary, was the head.

Specific success on said head was not obtained, but Yew was freed...liberated by the blood, sweat, and tears of Sanctians. Dare our allies attempt to claim glory? No...for the day belonged to us, and us alone. It was us there who manned the ramparts, and sacraficed for the people of a free Yew.

Be it as it may, another nation remained free by Sanctus. While we took up confidence in Yew, we still retained a bitter taste about Minoc, and as such, our vengence would be sought.

One day, for all to see, the oppressors of free peoples would be dispatched, killed, and martyred, for our own pleasure. Let those "evil hero's" enable the rise of others. And like their predecessors, they will fall. Sanctus knows no failure. Sanctus, as it is, will rise above all whom attempt to thrwart its success.

The Golden Dragon will rise, and call out to all the world: "The time has come, the time has come! Rise, rise against those who seek to oppress you, and I shall show you the way!"