Overnight, these posters and flyers began popping up in the streets of towns and cities of Ransenar, by command of the Count, attempting to recruit those who wished to follow the Count... or is it now the Prince... into Neridia.
Thousands upon thousands gathered in front of Goldcastle, to hear the Count speak -
The cheers, deafening everyone for miles, turned into names on lists - over 5,800 collected in less than an hour, of men and women who wanted to follow their Count to the glory that lies in Neridia.Brothers! Sisters! Shirerithians! There is no nobler pursuit than the growth and improvement of our nation, and I stand here before you today, an adventurer, with a sword by my side and a bullet in every chamber of my gun - we're going to sail to Istvanistan and fulfill the destiny laid before us - Neridia! The lands of plenty lay across the oceans, waiting for us to settle them and build a new state, a new part of our great Imperial Republic.
Our good Kaiser has left this work to us, and we shall rise to the occasion. All glory to Mother Shireroth! TO NOVA SHIREROTH, WE SHALL GO!