My dearest Kelly—
It is by grace alone that I put quill to parchment today. A blade sliced through the autumn air and nearly struck me down amidst the chaos.
I have granted the men leave to recover, and I intend to take these quiet days in reflection with our family.
—Lance
Dearest Kelly—
The men make ready to face a regiment calling themselves the Knights of Central Florida. A fine title, but the battlefield shall test the truth of their name.
When we prevail, I may claim one of their shiny helmets as a keepsake for the mantle.
Yours,
—Lance
Dearest Mother—
A curious letter slid across my desk this morning—word that our campaign shall soon cross the Atlantic.
In the year ‘26, we shall fly the Crimson and Blue above a land called Wembley. Please send provisions, for I fear I cannot endure the local rations.
—Lance
Dearest Mother—
How is the cattle? I’ve received word that the Bearcat Company is marching into Lawrence come week’s end.
Fear not for my safety—for the men stand ready—but the hour is urgent and I mustn’t leave the field.
I shall write soon with word of our victory.
—Lance
My dearest Kelly—
After a week of rest and reflection, the call of duty rings once more—and I must answer.
An army of mountain men from lands west of Virginia march on Mt. Oread. Beneath the cover of the night sky, we shall wait for the enemy, cloaked in black.
Yours,
—Lance
Jayhawker Regi❌ent—
Today is the day. ❌onths of toil have sharpened your bodies and years of hate have sharpened your spirit.
Let the ene❌y feel the weight of our history, and the fire of our future.
The eyes of the Free State are upon you.
Together,
—Gen Lance Leipold
Gen. Eliah Drinkwitz—
I write to grant you a chance to withdraw as you did in ‘22 at the Battle of Liberty.
Your unit once rode into Lawrence, torch in hand. Kansas has since risen from those ashes, and we ride east with conviction.
The Jayhawks are coming
—Gen. Lance Leipold
Mr. John Brown—
I’ve heard rumblings among the men for something called “hate week” prior to next week’s offensive into enemy territory.
Word of your actions has reached Mt. Oread. We’d be honored for you to join our cause.
Lest we forget Bleeding Kansas.
—Gen. Lance Leipold
My Kelly—
Today, the men will face a noisy flock of seagulls. But my focus lies on the offensive advancement on the horizon.
The true enemy of our cause awaits us beyond the border. An old foe I have long waited to meet with force and distain.
This will be a war.
—Lance
My fellow Kansans—
Saturday’s victory was the first test of many. Celebrate this triumph, yet do not let pride turn to complacency.
I offer my thanks for your unwavering support. Bound together, we shall be victorious.
There truly is no place like home.
—Gen. Lance Leipold
Capt. Jalon Daniels—
Today is the day. Lead your men with courage, for their spirit will draw strength from your command.
May your sidearm strike true.
We must not give up the hill.
—Gen. Lance Leipold
My dearest Kelly—
The hour is nearly upon us, and the enemy draws closer.
At dusk the bells will sound atop Mt. Oread, and the enemy will pay heed our resolve. The battlefield shall reveal the strength we have long prepared in silence.
Forever yours,
—Lance
Mr. David G. Booth—
I put quill to parchment to humbly thank you for your financial contribution to our cause.
Your gift of war bonds will provide our men with provisions for the campaign ahead.
May our victories prove your generosity was not in vain.
—Gen. Lance Leipold
President Goff—
We’ve received word that a small pack from the western frontier plans to attack the homeland on the twenty-third day of August.
Their barks are loud, though their bite is yet to be seen.
Let them come, I say. They will learn to pay heed.
—Gen. Lance Leipold
My dearest Kelly—
The men have assembled for camp. Once more sharpening mind and body for the campaign ahead. The grounds have changed—familiar hills now topped with limestone and steel.
The dawn breaks differently now atop Mount Oread. Something is coming.
All my love,
—Lance