"MEN!" Octavius paced back and forth. Before him, columns of men stood with their heads held high, each one standing perfectly still like a statue, "THIS WAR ISN'T JUST A WAR FOR GLORY!" Octavius paused and looked at the column. He took a deep breath, trying to gauge the reaction of his soldiers.
He had heard many talking out loud, wondering if they were going to war with Alfred. All of them were believers of Sol and knew who Alfred was. The church had already added his story to the Holy Book. Many couldn't understand why they would declare war on Sol's Blessed.
Octavius looked out and internally sighed, "THIS IS A WAR TO SAVE THE AMMARY PEOPLE! SAVE THE LIVONIK PEOPLE! SAVE THE SAFRID PEOPLE!" He knew soldiers; all of them wanted to feel that their job was more important than killing. They needed a reason to justify their actions, other than gold. "WE WILL BECOME THE HEROES WHO SAVE THEM FROM TYRANNY! FROM A DERANGED MAN WHO IS USING OUR LORD'S NAME TO CARRY OUT EVIL!"
