In the east near the shores of our fallen Brettish Kin, gathers a storm of unrelenting proportions. An army of the godless gathers in this darkness and prepares to seek war on our shores. In due course they will cross the Great Western Ocean and attempt to invade our nation. They will show us no quarter and history has shown the depths of depravity that they will sink to in their endeavours to achieve their objective.
BUT! We are unlike anything that those barbarians have faced before! We are the people graced by God himself as his sword upon Micras. We are the people hardened on the anvil and reborn from the ashes. Fury and death runs through our veins and soon those invading arselings will taste that fury, wishing for a quick release into Satan’s realm.
Because we will ensure that this land becomes hell on Micras for them. We will ensure that for every step they make they will be tortured, starved and dehydrated. We will fight with every inch of our body and soul. We will resist them and drive them back into the ocean itself. We will be victorious because as long as there are Nova Englishmen on Micras, we will never surrender.
Glory to the Faedertellus! Longus Libban Novum England!
Colonel James Hild Provisional Witan Chief Kingdom of Nova England