::The messenger had already departed for Valar Idrir, and, in the meantime, Alnwick's forces where gahtering, readying for the impending attack by Valadyr, who would most certainly come to reclaim her lost province. Sahugani rests his arms on his makeshift throne, situated at the 12 position of his round table. He stares at Sihua, straight across from him, Juste, Lord of Novarra, beside her, Tristan, to his right, and Lu Du on his left.
Here they sit, the New World Order of Argentum, nations united against the Holy See, and those who would support its lies.::
"Let known it be, today is formed the New World Order. All who stand against us shall feel the wrath of we who sit here today."