Why we fight
The good citizens of the Wrethian Republic have been asking questions, and they are good questions. Good, hard questions cut clamour, and demand a good answer, and the Tribunal will not be found wanting. So we have made the necessary inquiries, filed the necessary paperwork. Asked those same hard questions on behalf of the people we serve. Why do we fight? The spires are repaired. The people are once again inhabiting their former homes, and dedicating their efforts to the grand purposes of yesteryear.
Do we fight for pride?
Our illustrious homeland was built by the people's hands, and continues to rise with every stone laid, every plank shaped, and every rock, cut. "Building today for the future tomorrow" is the creed of Wreth, and to expand and improve our illustrious paradise is as deep and unremitting within our blood as great strength is to our Leonines. Every true Wrethian is born to that gem of pure community pride, grown within the vatteries of our souls, and the energy it provides is unceasing, driving us ever onward and upward to make Wreth an even greater Utopia.
But are we building? Do we expand, do we lay new bricks, cut new planks, and help our friends and neighbours advance as we do?
Hard questions demand hard answers, and the answer is We Do Not.
Spire Kasgyr thinks to curb our expansion. Spire Kasgyr might be content rebuilding what was taken, and calling it progress. It Is Not Progress. It is NOT Wreth. It is the healing of an injured leg.
Unless that leg is made stronger, and better than before, it will simply be injured again.
We are not that careless. We are not that weak of will, and we will have the FREEDOM to be born with Wrethian Greatness forged within our souls, even if we must fight for our right to do so.
Do we fight for Peace?
We have always been a peaceful people. Since the time Wreth first arose from the ashes of the tyrants before, we have always sought the best outcome to all situations. Votes, not Violence. Debate, not Despotism. We are an empire forged from the will of its people, with the peace of the people our only goal. Spire Kasgyr could be humans like us, no? Could we not come to peace, and make bonds as a community, just as Wreth has inside itself?
Why then, were our spires set ablaze? Why were houses toppled and families sundered? Why are men being sent to die when we would fight for peace?
Hard questions demand hard answers, and the answer is Wreth Has Tried!
We are not the Kasgyr Savage, who would kill a mother's children for the sheer joy. We entreated, we debated, we negotiated from positions of strength and of weakness. We attempted to show the Kasgyrites of our paradise, and invited them to form a community with is.
All We wanted was peace; and room for our empire to grow. But Spire Kasgyre refused us. Retaliated to an open hand with a closed fist. Retaliated to gifts with fire and sword.
Our ambassadors would not even be seen personally by their despot, so deep is the Kasgyr inclination to war and evil.
We have been fooled once. We have been fooled twice. We Cannot Be Fooled Again.
Kasgyr has nothing in their hearts but malice and hatred. Only by force can they be made to see what we can build. Only by removing their tyrant can we introduce them to free debate and the making of chartered laws.
Our only option for peace is to swiftly bring Spire Kasgyre into the fold.
Our only option for peace is War.
Do we fight for Survival?
The Wrethian Republic is not an old country. Whilst our people toil and our children learn, still our elders remember the Time of Tyrants, and in hushed whispers by glowlight tell stories of injustice and oppression, of an empire made to crush the people beneath. Stories too remorseless, too heartbreaking to be enrolled in the Official Histories.
When the Grand Revolution began, the Elders will tell, there was no room for second thoughts, no room to back out. When the Republic was formed, our fight was not for freedom, or peace, but simply to live.
Our fights saw only victories because losses would have meant our end. We overwhelmed the Elite Guard with the lives of carpenters and stonemasons because failure to fight together would mean persecution and death alone.
Tyrants will never accept the will of the people. They exist solely to feed from the labours of their citizens like parasites atop a throne of coin and bones.
Will Spire Kasgyre allow our Republic to live? Will the Tyrants allow their citizens to be "tainted" with the truth of our paradise?
Hard questions demand hard answers, and the answer is They Cannot!
Our very way of life is anathema to the Tyrant.
Position by Merit instead of Nepotism? Unthinkable.
Appointment by popular vote? Laughable.
A paper-trail covering half a century of governmental accountability? Impossible.
Spire Kasgyr and their Tyrant will be doing their utmost to wipe us from the face of the earth. Not a single Elder can be allowed to live, to whisper to children of the time before, lest their Citizens hear the Truth. Every babe will be butchered. Every soldier slain, every citizen burned in their homes.
This is not a war of Conquest by Kasgyre, this is a war of annihilation. To lose will be to die, to have our histories purged and our arts destroyed. To lose will have our Spire filled with Tyrants and the citizens of Tyrants.
Just like before, failure cannot be an option.
We must band together and overwhelm the Guard, or die by the habble in pogroms and cullings until the last Wrethian is no more.
Why do we fight? Why Do We Fight?
We fight to save the world
Only recently have we discovered the sinister Kasgyrite agenda! Only since this war reignited have we understood the truth of what they are!
Whilst we fight to reclaim our birthright from the Dwellers Below, the Kasgyrites invite them into their Spire!
Truly, entire FLOORS are filled with the evil and poisonous corruption that is the Silkweaver menace.
There has even been reports that their Tyrant is to Silkweavers as Leonines are to Cats, no graceful, powerful warriorborn of noble bearing, but a Matriarch of fanged maw and grotesque body, disjointed bones and clustered eyes.
Yet their despot means to spread that corruption further!
THIS IS THE THREAT KASGYRE REPRESENTS.
Not only to us, our citizens or our way of life, but to ALL OF HUMANITY!
It is impossible to imagine what awful science has yielded such a thing, but know this: for that Matriarch to take a mate; fill with seed as she unhinges her jaw to eat them, and spawn another tainted offspring, it is another Nail in The Coffin of Mankind.
To the Kasgyre who would help the Surface take the Sky, will we bow?
To the Kasgyre who would impose the will of an Arachnine Despot, will we sway?
To the Kasgyre who wishes to wipe Man from the face of the planet, will we tarry?
HARD ANSWERS DEMAND HARD QUESTIONS, WRETHIANS.
AND THE QUESTION IS
WHY DO YOU FIGHT?
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