Holy War upon Final Frontier

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Less impressive than most anyone else, the young island nation sees many of its forces mobilized; rescued Batkin refugees
organize themselves under the direct supervision of a leather-winged man in crimson cowl, grim of face and forbidding of expression. 
It had not been long since he had taken up the mantle of leader, and yet already he was seeing inexperienced sons kiss their mothers farewell, 
fathers hold their young daughters in armored arms, and the weakly infirmed casting wavering palms over the hearts of those heading off. 

It said much, perhaps, that though there were anxieties and worries, their faith remained as straight as the back of the Baron who lead them,
manning a ship to bring them into battle. They weren't much - But perhaps there was value in what little they had to offer. 

Blood Rose Answers the Call