Western Arnyaran Infantry

NODD FFAE ALAYS!

”The Free, Always!” The battle cry of the Foskyldae rolls across Creevin ahead of the land trains like Cythwyn itself. Western Arnyara has been preparing for this moment for a generation, stockpiling weapons, training rhyflers, and building the armored columns that now grind eastward toward Aber and beyond. This is the homeland taken from their grandmams and granddas and promised to their kits. These rhyflers do not fight for pay or by conscription. They fight because they have been waiting their entire lives for this war, and they mean to see it finished. To the Foskyldae, every mile east is a mile closer to home.