A trio of haggard, gaunt men wearing the tattered remains of once-proud uniforms of the elite Golekhi Imperial Knights stood before a camera. Ten Carthaginian soldiers with canvas hoods over their heads knelt on the dirt floor. The leader of the Imperial Knights stepped forward, rubbing his rough beard. Then he turned and looked at the camera.
" Citizens of the world. We were once soldiers. The cowardly Carthaginians feared our strength and power, so they attempted to starve us out. Only a few of us survived, but it is more than enough to make this land ungovernable, and kick the foreign imperialists from our land. You can take our land, and you can take our lives, but you cannot take our spirit! You cannot take that which makes us human! We will not lie down and go quietly into the dark! We will drag Crathage with us, kicking and screaming into a never ending insurgency that no number of troops can dislodge. We will fight for our people!"