Should you desire to receive my dispatches and letters as I march through the many trials and battles of this campaign season, I beseech you to follow my account, that my words may find you swiftly and without delay. - Jordan #CarolinaCulture

To the Citizens of Raleigh, My fellow Carolinians, On behalf of the officers and soldiers of the Carolina Regiment, I extend our deepest gratitude for your unwavering support during last night’s Second Battle against the Knights of Vegas. The enemy arrived at our gates determined to seize control of this war, and for much of the evening, the situation appeared grim. Yet the spirit of Carolina does not break easily. Fueled by the thunderous voices from our stronghold and the lack of tarps amongst our people, our regiment stood firm. When hope seemed to be fading, Corporal Logan Stankoven rose to the occasion. Through courage and determination, he shifted the tide of battle in favor of the good guys, inspiring every man in red and black to fight on. Then, as the hour grew late and victory hung in the balance, Lieutenant Seth Jarvis delivered the decisive blow. With precision and resolve, he struck the final blow against the Knights, sending the battered enemy retreating westward toward the deserts of Vegas. With this victory, the war now stands even. Two battles fought. One victory apiece. But our work is far from finished. Tomorrow night, the Carolina Regiment marches upon Vegas. There, in enemy territory, we shall seek to seize control of the final campaign in pursuit of Lord Stanley’s sacred prize. The road ahead will be difficult, but we carry with us the strength of our people and the belief that has brought us this far. Continue to raise your voices. Continue to stand with this regiment. Every cheer, every rallying cry, and every ounce of faith strengthens our cause. The battle has been won. The campaign continues. For Carolina. Jordan L. Staal GEN, CAR Commanding #SoundTheSiren #StanleyCup #ForgedInGold

Men of the Carolina Regiment… Tonight, we stand upon the edge of history. Before us lies the army from the western desert — the Knights of Vegas — armored in gold, loud in their boasts, and certain that this war already belongs to them. They believe our march was too easy. They believe the storms we endured in the East have weakened us. But they do not know who we are. They do not know the blood and sweat spilled from Raleigh to Ottawa… from Philadelphia to Montreal. They do not know the sacrifices made by every man in this regiment. They do not know the sound of Lenovo when our people roar as one. And they certainly do not know what it means to face men who refuse to break. Look around you. These are not merely men beside you tonight. These are brothers in arms. Warriors. Men who have fought through injury, exhaustion, and doubt to stand four victories from immortality. PFC Blake. SFC Svechnikov. COL Aho. The young recruits. The hardened veterans. Every single one of you carries the banner of Carolina upon your chest tonight. And behind that banner stand millions. The people of Raleigh. The people of North Carolina. Children playing street hockey beneath southern skies. Families who stayed awake through every battle. Caniacs who have waited their entire lives for this moment. Tonight… we fight for them. The Knights believe they are entering another easy battle. No. They are marching into a Hurricane. We will forecheck like cannon fire. We will defend like fortress walls. We will strike with speed and fury until the desert army realizes too late that they cannot survive this storm. And when the history books speak of this Final War… let them say that the Carolina Hurricanes did not arrive afraid. Let them say we arrived hungry. Now tighten your armor. Grip your sticks like muskets. And march with me into battle. FOR CAROLINA! FOR RALEIGH! FOR THE CUP! #StanleyCup #SoundTheSiren #ForgedInGold

Citizens of Raleigh! Soldiers of the Carolina Regiment! Tonight, beneath the banners of the storm and the roar of our people, we declare before all the Eastern Territory that the war is won! The false French Regiment of Montreal has been driven from the field, their colors shattered, their songs silenced, and their hopes buried beneath the might of Carolina steel! For battle after battle, the Canadiens marched with noise and arrogance, believing their northern fortress untouchable. Yet they learned what every enemy of this Regiment eventually learns — when Carolina marches north, we do not retreat. We conquer. And let it be written in the records of this campaign that Sergeant First Class Andersen stood as the immovable shield of our army. Calm beneath cannon fire, fearless before every charge, he turned aside volley after volley from the Montreal attackers. The enemy hurled everything they possessed upon him, and still he stood tall in defense of the Regiment. His performance shall be remembered across the Eastern Territory for generations. Governor Rod Brind’Amour watches over this victory with enormous pride. He forged this Regiment through discipline, sacrifice, and relentless preparation. Every soldier in this army knows his standard: work harder than the enemy, outlast the enemy, and break the enemy’s spirit. Tonight, Governor Brind’Amour’s vision has carried Carolina to glory once more. But my brothers, our campaign is not yet complete. Beyond the mountains and deserts of the western lands waits a new enemy — the Knights of Vegas. Flashy warriors draped in gold and arrogance, guarding the path to the greatest treasure in all the hockey world: Lord Stanley’s Prize. On Tuesday night, the Carolina Regiment will stand ready to wage the Final Great War. We do not go for ourselves alone. We go for Raleigh. We go for every loyal Caniac across the Territory. We go for those who stood with this Regiment through every hard winter and every bitter defeat. Sharpen your blades. Raise the warning flags. Prepare the drums of war. For the East belongs to Carolina now. And soon… if the storm carries true… Lord Stanley’s sacred silver shall come home with us. - General Staal #SoundTheSiren #GoHabsGo

To the Citizens of Raleigh, I write to you tonight from the frozen northern front with glorious news from the final war of the East. For the third consecutive battle, the Carolina Regiment has defeated the Canadiens of Montreal and once more planted the banner of Carolina firmly upon enemy ground. The men fought with unmatched courage and discipline against the desperate Montreal forces. Our defensive line stood like iron against every assault the Canadiens could muster. Corporal K’Andre Miller led the blue line defenses with remarkable poise and force, cutting down enemy advances before they could threaten our territory. Beside him stood Sergeant First Class Frederik Andersen, guardian of the Carolina net, whose calm resolve and brilliant saves denied Montreal at every turn and crushed the spirit of their attack. Offensively, our regiment struck swiftly and with precision. Colonel Sebastian Aho once again proved himself among the finest officers in this campaign, leading charges deep into enemy territory and delivering devastating strikes upon the Montreal ranks. Corporal Logan Stankoven fought with relentless energy, harassing the enemy without pause and helping break their defensive formations. Sergeant First Class Andrei Svechnikov unleashed another thunderous offensive strike that sent the Montreal faithful into silence and further strengthened Carolina’s hold upon this war. I too was honored to join the attack and deliver a strike against the enemy lines as our regiment surged forward in victory. Yet this campaign is not finished. At first light, we march southward back toward Raleigh, where tomorrow night we shall once again meet the Canadiens in battle. The men understand the importance of what lies before us. One more decisive victory shall deliver the final blow, forcing Montreal into full retreat and securing Carolina’s passage into the final war against the Knights of Vegas. There, with the eyes of the world upon us, we shall fight for the greatest prize in all the world: Lord Stanley’s Cup. Prepare the city. Ready the banners. Let the storm flags fly proudly above Raleigh. The Hurricanes march home victorious — and we march home seeking one final strike. For Carolina, General Jordan Staal Commander, Carolina Regiment #SoundTheSiren #GoHabsGo

Citizens of Raleigh, Word hath now reached the capital from the cold northern lands of Montreal, and I am pleased to report that the Carolin Regiment hath once more delivered righteous punishment upon the wretched Montreal Regiment in the Third Battle of the Final Eastern War. By grit, steel, and superior discipline, our men secured victory upon enemy soil and silenced the howling French rabble within their own fortress. The battle began fiercely, with the Canadiens attempting to overwhelm our forward positions through reckless charges and desperate volleys. Yet the Carolina line held firm, unmoved as stone beneath cannon fire. It was none other than Colonel Sebastian Aho who once again directed the assault with precision and wisdom befitting a commander of the highest order. His vision upon the battlefield opened lanes through the Montreal defenses like artillery tearing through rotten timber. SFC Andrei Svechnikov fought as though possessed by the very spirit of liberty itself. Time and again he descended upon the enemy flank, striking fear into the hearts of the Canadiens defenders. The Frenchmen could scarce contain him, for every rush of his blade and musket sent their ranks scattering in panic. One could see the despair upon their faces each time he gathered momentum. SGM Taylor Hall continued his magnificent campaign, pressing the attack without mercy and creating chaos among the enemy lines. His veteran composure steadied the regiment whenever the crowd of Montreal attempted to rally their defeated countrymen. Likewise, SSG Shayne Gostisbehere fought with the energy of ten men, darting through the battlefield and harassing the Canadiens until their formations broke apart entirely. As for the Canadiens Regiment themselves — their conduct grows more pitiful by the hour. Their citizens sang loudly before battle, yet by the final horn their halls sounded more like a funeral procession than a fortress of war. Their so-called generals continue to promise resistance, though their men spend more time sprawled upon the ice pleading with the officials than standing and fighting like honorable soldiers. Montreal now teeters upon exhaustion, their spirits cracked beneath the relentless pressure of the Carolina advance. Tonight, we rest and recover within occupied territory in Montreal. The men sharpen their steel, mend their wounds, and prepare their minds for the Fourth Battle tomorrow evening. We aim not merely to defeat the Canadiens once more, but to place them firmly upon their heels and seize a stranglehold upon this war of the East. Another victory would bring us within sight of total conquest and ever closer to Lord Stanley’s sacred prize. Sleep well, citizens of Raleigh, and know your regiment fights with honor worthy of your praise. The storm grows stronger with every passing battle. Signed, GEN Jordan L. Staal Commander Carolina Hurricanes Regiment #SoundTheSiren #GoHabsGo

Citizens of Raleigh, Word reaches you now from the headquarters of the Carolina Regiment that we march north at first light toward the frozen lands of Montreal, there to continue our campaign against the so-called Canadiens and their band of maple-syrup-drunk musketeers. Though the enemy hides behind their French tongues, striped sweaters, and the smell of stale baguettes drifting through their camps, we fear them not. Last evening, with your thunderous support shaking the very foundations of our fortress in Carolina, the Regiment restored honor to the Eastern Front and evened this Final Eastern War at one battle apiece. The cries of our faithful citizens rang louder than cannon fire, and every volley from the enemy was answered with steel, grit, and Carolina fury. The men speak proudly of the people of Raleigh, for your spirit marched beside us in every charge. Now we venture into enemy territory, where the Canadiens believe their cold air and miserable cuisine shall weaken us. Let them cling to their tiny cups of espresso and surrender flags disguised as white towels. We shall bring them a far greater terror: sixty full minutes of Carolina hockey. I vow to you now, as commanding officer of this proud Regiment, that we shall do all within our power to steal both contests from the French scum upon their own soil and return south with the enemy broken in spirit. Colonel Aho sharpens his blade. Sergeant Svechnikov readies the artillery. Sergeant Andersen stands vigilant between the posts like a fortress wall. The men are prepared for war. And by order of Headquarters, let it also be known throughout the Carolinas that: ⸻ PROMOTION ORDER — CAROLINA REGIMENT By order of General Jordan Staal, Commanding Officer of the Carolina Regiment: For exceptional offensive valor during Battle #2 of the Final Eastern War against the Montreal Regiment, wherein he repeatedly pierced enemy defenses and brought chaos upon the Canadiens with relentless speed and precision, Corporal Nikolaj Ehlers is hereby promoted to the rank of Sergeant within the Carolina Regiment. Sergeant Ehlers has demonstrated courage, aggression, and an utter disregard for the emotional well-being of Montreal’s defenders. His actions brought great glory to the Regiment and considerable sorrow to the citizens of Quebec. Effective immediately, he shall be addressed as: Sergeant Nikolaj Ehlers Carolina Regiment Signed this day, Jordan L. Staal GEN, CAR Commanding ⸻ Remain steadfast, citizens. Guard the homeland while we carry the war into French territory. If fortune favors us, the Canadiens shall soon learn that Carolina hospitality ends where Lord Stanley’s prize begins. For the Regiment. For Carolina. No Quarter. - General Staal #SoundTheSiren #GoHabsGo

Soldiers of the Carolina Regiment, Gather close and hear the words of your commanding officer before the drums of war sound once more across the northern frontier. I stand before you with immense pride in my heart, for no regiment in these colonies has marched with greater discipline, courage, and resolve than the men of Carolina. You have weathered every storm, broken every line placed before you, and carried the banner of Raleigh with honor upon every battlefield. The citizens sing your praises in taverns and streets alike, and mothers tell tales of your valor to their children by candlelight. But hear me now, men: We have accomplished nothing yet. The road to Lord Stanley’s prize remains long and soaked in powder and blood. Victories of yesterday mean little if we falter tonight. History remembers not those who began the campaign strong, but those who finished it with steel in their hands and triumph upon their banners. Even now, the Canadiens of Montreal march toward us from the north under the command of their falsely decorated officer — General Suzuki, a man granted rank far beyond his station. A “General,” they call him. Bah! The man should count himself fortunate to wear the bars of a Captain. I would sooner entrust a company of raw recruits to a stable boy than place faith in that overpromoted northern commander. For let it be known across all the territories: Colonel Aho of the Carolina Regiment possesses more leadership in a single finger than Suzuki holds within his entire frame. Where Suzuki seeks glory for himself, Colonel Aho fights for the regiment beside him. Where Suzuki speaks, Aho commands. Where Suzuki hesitates, Carolina advances. And so I charge each of you this night — be prepared from the very first volley. Do not wait for the battle to come to you. Meet it with thunder. Let your muskets roar before Montreal can gather its bearings. Strike swiftly, strike together, and strike without mercy upon their confidence. The opening moments shall decide whether the enemy believes they march against weary men… or against the most feared regiment in all the hockey territories. Look to your brothers beside you. Trust the men in your line. Trust your officers. Trust Carolina. Steel your nerves. Sharpen your bayonets. Ready your powder. For when the sun sets this day, the Carolina Regiment shall not merely answer the assault of Montreal — We shall make them regret ever marching south. #SoundTheSiren #GoHabsGo

From the memoirs of General Jordan Staal, Commanding Officer of the Carolina Regiment, written from the capital city of Raleigh during the Campaign for Lord Stanley’s Prize… ⸻ There are moments in war when a commander may look upon his banner, stained with smoke and frozen by northern winds, and know that Providence itself has carried his regiment farther than mortal men ever expected. Such is the state of the Carolina Regiment at this hour. Not once have we tasted defeat. From the opening volleys of this campaign to the final crushing engagement against the Philadelphia Regiment, our men have stood immovable. The enemy came with noise, arrogance, and the shrieking court jester they call Gritty, believing themselves hardened warriors. Yet battle after battle, they were driven backward into retreat beneath the thunder of Carolina steel. The final blow came from young PFC Blake — calm amid the chaos, fearless beneath cannon fire. As the enemy lines faltered and the Philadelphia banners began to fall, Blake struck true and sent their regiment scattering northward in humiliation. The streets of Raleigh erupted upon news of the sweep. Bells rang. Ale flowed. Citizens marched carrying brooms in celebration of the cleansing of Philadelphia from our path. Now we rest within Raleigh’s walls. The camps are quiet, though not relaxed. Fires burn low through the evenings while the men sharpen skates as though they were bayonets preparing for the next march. Sergeant Major Slavin walks among the tents offering prayers and steady words. Lieutenant Jarvis studies maps late into the night beside flickering lanterns. PFC Blake, now spoken of throughout the colonies, trains with the same hunger he possessed before the first battle was ever fought. No man speaks as though the war is over. For somewhere beyond the horizon, our next foe gathers. Word reaches headquarters daily regarding the struggle between the Montreal Regiment and the Buffalo Battalion. Scouts report both armies bloodied and desperate, clawing at one another for the right to challenge Carolina for dominion over the Eastern territories. We await only our Movement Order from high command before beginning the next march. Yet there are whispers from the western frontier that stir even veteran officers. They speak of a beast emerging from the mountains of Colorado. A ruthless war machine. Massive. Fast. Merciless. Stories travel eastward of entire regiments buried beneath avalanches of offense and fury. Men around the fires speak the name in lower tones each night now, as though uttering it too loudly may summon the monster before its appointed time. The Colorado force marches west to east like a storm descending from the Rockies, and all signs suggest that should Carolina conquer the East, that beast shall await us for the final reckoning. Good. Great regiments are not forged by easy victories. The Carolina Regiment fears no enemy beneath God’s sky. Until that day arrives, the banners remain raised above Raleigh. The men rest their bodies while sharpening their resolve. Our record remains untouched. Our spirits remain unbroken. And still we march onward in pursuit of Lord Stanley’s sacred prize. History remembers only the conquerors. And the CarolinaHurricanes intend to be remembered forever.

To My Dearest Mother, I write to you from our encampment just beyond Raleigh, where the Carolina Regiment gathers its strength after delivering two decisive defeats upon the Philadelphia contingent. The enemy, shaken and disorganized, has abandoned their ground and now flees northward toward their own city. We shall not grant them comfort there—we prepare even now to march and finish what has been so honorably begun. Take solace, dear Mother, in knowing that your son commands men of the highest caliber. Their discipline, courage, and unity have stirred pride in every citizen who bears witness. The people of Carolina have cheered our name in the streets, and rightly so—these Soldiers fight not only with skill, but with purpose. Last evening’s battle was a spectacle of Carolina strength. 1LT Seth Jarvis has awoken and he provided our forward assault with precision and relentless energy, cutting through the enemy’s lines as though they were scarcely there. SGM Taylor Hall stood as a pillar of leadership, rallying the men and ensuring no moment of weakness found its way into our ranks while delivering the final blow upon the enemy. Behind them, the ever-steady SFC Frederik Andersen guarded our defenses with unwavering resolve—turning away every desperate volley the enemy could muster. And I must commend CPL Nikolaj Ehlers, whose speed and cunning on the flanks left the Philadelphia soldiers chasing shadows and regret. As for the enemy… I hesitate to dignify them with too much attention. Yet I must share this: their court jester, a most ridiculous creature known as Gritty, was seen prancing about before the battle, boasting loudly of their supposed victory to come. One can only imagine his embarrassment now, as he scurries northward with the rest—his antics having inspired little more than laughter from our ranks. Be assured, Mother, that our cause is just and our spirits are high. The men are rested, their resolve sharpened, and their sights fixed firmly upon Philadelphia. We march not merely to pursue, but to conclude this campaign with authority, as we continue our righteous pursuit of Lord Stanley’s prize. Pray for our continued strength, as we carry the honor of Carolina forward. Your devoted son, - Jordan #SoundTheSiren #IgniteTheOrange

To the Citizens of Raleigh and the Honorable Men of the Carolina Regiment, By my hand and seal, I deliver this account of our most recent engagement against the Philadelphia Regiment upon the frozen battlefield last evening. Let it be known across the Carolinas that your Regiment stood firm, resolute, and unyielding in the face of a boastful and misguided enemy. The men carried themselves not only with strength, but with the discipline and purpose befitting those destined for the pursuit of Lord Stanley’s prize. Corporal Stankoven continues to carve his name into the annals of this campaign with relentless offensive dominance. Time and again, he struck fear into the hearts of the enemy, advancing our cause with precision and fury. Alongside him, Sergeant Major Hall and Private First Class Blake executed their duties with excellence—pressing the attack, overwhelming the opposition, and leaving no doubt as to which force commanded the field. Defensively, we were anchored by the unwavering presence of Sergeant First Class Andersen, who stood as an impenetrable wall before our ranks. The enemy unleashed volley after volley, yet not a single strike found its mark. He turned away every attempt with calm resolve, breaking the will of Philadelphia and leaving their soldiers in quiet despair. And what shall be said of the court fool they parade before their ranks—the jester known as “Gritty”? This orange-clad spectacle dared proclaim victory before battle was joined. His words now echo as hollow laughter in the wake of our triumph. Let this be a lesson: bravado without substance is but noise before the storm—and we are that storm. As for Private Zegras of Philadelphia—recently cast down in rank—he proved exactly why such demotion was warranted. He inspired no fear, commanded no respect, and posed no threat to the Carolina line. Our men took great satisfaction in silencing his efforts, dismissing him from the contest as one swats aside a gnat. Let it be known plainly: he is of no consequence to this Regiment, and he shall receive none of our respect. Take pride, men, in what you have accomplished. Yet remain vigilant. This war is not won in a single night, but through sustained excellence and unbreakable resolve. We march forward, ever in pursuit. For Carolina. For Honor. For the Cup. - General Staal #SoundTheSiren

To the Officers and Enlisted Men of the Carolina Regiment, By Order of General Jordan Staal, Commanding A WARNING ORDER is hereby issued. Intelligence gathered by our scouts and informants confirms that the Philadelphia Regiment—those unruly rabble known in common tongue as the Philadelphia Flyers—are on the march. They come not with honor, nor discipline, but with the reckless fury of a mob, intent on halting our righteous advance toward Lord Stanley’s sacred prize. Make no mistake: this enemy thrives in chaos. They clutch, they grab, they strike after the whistle like gutter-born street brawlers masquerading as soldiers. Their ranks are filled not with tacticians, but with orange-clad agitators whose only strategy is disruption and disgrace. But they have chosen the wrong Regiment. You, men of Carolina, have proven your mettle in the crucible of battle. You have routed the northern foes, silenced doubters, and carried the standard of Raleigh with honor and steel. Now, a new test approaches—not of skill alone, but of discipline. The Philadelphia scum will attempt to drag you into the mud with them. You will not oblige. Prepare yourselves accordingly: Sharpen your blades and steady your hands. Maintain formation—do not be baited into their foolishness. Strike with precision, not rage. Let their chaos be their undoing. They seek to deny us our destiny. They believe themselves gatekeepers to glory. We shall show them they are nothing more than a speed bump on our march. Stand ready. Stay disciplined. And when they arrive, we will meet them not as equals—but as a force of inevitability. For Raleigh. For the Regiment. For Lord Stanley. Jordan L Staal GEN, CAR Commanding #SoundTheSiren

📜 OFFICIAL PROCLAMATION FROM GENERAL JORDAN STAAL Commanding Officer, Carolina Regiment Citizens of Raleigh and honored members of the Carolina Regiment, It is with great pride and unwavering confidence that I announce the promotion of Master Sergeant Taylor Hall to the distinguished rank of Sergeant Major in the Carolina Regiment. Master Sergeant Hall has demonstrated exceptional leadership, composure under fire, and an unrelenting will to dominate the battlefield. During the Battle of Ottawa, his command presence and tactical execution were nothing short of decisive. While the enemy, led by General Tkachuk of the Ottawa Regiment, sought to defend their frozen stronghold, it was MSG Hall who exposed their weaknesses, dismantled their resolve, and forced their commander into visible frustration before his own ranks. Through discipline, grit, and calculated aggression, Taylor did not merely contribute to victory—he defined it. His actions rallied our men, elevated our standards, and sent a clear message across the campaign: the Carolina Hurricanes do not waver, and we do not yield. For his valor, leadership, and unwavering commitment to this cause, I have personally ordered his promotion to Sergeant Major, entrusting him with greater responsibility as we continue our march toward Lord Stanley’s prize. Let this serve as both recognition and warning— Recognition of a leader forged in battle, and a warning to all who stand against us. Stand tall, Carolina. Your Regiment grows stronger by the day. Jordan L Staal GEN, CAR Commanding #SoundTheSiren

A Declaration of Victory to the Good People of Raleigh Citizens of this proud city, I write to you with triumphant news from the northern front. The Carolina Regiment has delivered a decisive and righteous blow against the Ottawa forces. Four times they challenged us in battle—and four times they were cast back. At last, the enemy has raised the white flag and retreated in full, their will broken and their cause undone. Make no mistake—the foe grew desperate. In their final efforts, they abandoned honor and resorted to cowardly tactics and cheap assaults unbecoming of any true fighting force. Yet our men did not waver. With discipline, courage, and unwavering resolve, the Carolina Regiment stood firm, absorbed their treachery, and answered with strength and honor. Victory, earned the right way, is ours. We do, however, bear the cost of battle. Private Nikishin was struck in the fray, and though his fall gave us pause, I am relieved to report that our medics assure us he will recover fully. His bravery shall not be forgotten, and his return will be welcomed with the gratitude of the entire regiment. Let it also be known that Master Sergeant Hall distinguished himself beyond measure, leading with valor and precision in the heat of combat. Alongside him, Corporal Stankoven demonstrated exceptional skill and composure under fire. Both men have been formally recommended for promotion, and rightly so—their actions were instrumental in securing this victory. Now hear this, people of Raleigh—take to your streets with brooms in hand and celebrate this sweeping triumph! Let the sound of jubilation ring through every corner of Raleigh, for the enemy has been thoroughly swept aside. Raise your voices, your banners, and your spirits, for such victories are not common—they are earned through grit and unity. Yet our campaign is not complete. We remain in steadfast pursuit of Lord Stanley’s prize, that most coveted symbol of supremacy, and we shall not rest until it is firmly in Carolina’s grasp. Our banners now turn southward as we make for Raleigh, where we shall rest, recover, and ready ourselves for the next great contest. Word reaches us that the forces of Pittsburgh and Philadelphia are locked in struggle. Whichever of those Pennsylvania regiments emerges, we will be waiting—and we shall greet them with the same fury and resolve that brought Ottawa to its knees. Stand proud, Raleigh. Your regiment fights not only with strength, but with honor—and that is why we prevail. Victory belongs to Carolina. Jordan L Staal GEN, CAR Commanding #SoundTheSiren #GoSensGo

Men of the Carolina Regiment— On this cold and hostile ground, deep within the enemy’s own territory, you have delivered a third consecutive defeat upon the Ottawa force. Not once, not twice, but thrice have they stood before you—and thrice have they been cast down. Let it be known: there is no refuge for them, not even upon their own frozen battlefield. You have fought with discipline, with fury, and with unshakable resolve. The enemy believed their home would grant them strength… yet it has only served as the stage for their unraveling. I call forth now those whose valor burned brightest in the heat of battle— Corporal Stankoven—your relentless assault and sharp execution struck fear into their ranks and broke their lines. Private First Class Blake—your courage and timely strikes turned the tide when the moment demanded it most. Corporal Miller—your command and precision carried the fight forward and ensured our dominance was never in question. These men stand as examples to you all—proof that victory favors not just the bold, but the prepared and the united. But hear me clearly—this campaign is not yet finished. The enemy staggers. They falter. They retreat in spirit, though not yet in full. Tomorrow, we march again upon Ottawa soil, and we shall deliver the final blow that sends them into complete and utter retreat. No quarter, no mercy—only victory. Stand ready. Sharpen your steel. Rest, but do not grow comfortable. For we march not just to defeat an enemy—but to continue our pursuit of Lord Stanley’s prize. Forward, men—toward glory. - General Staal #SoundTheSiren #GoSensGo

My Dearest at Home, At long last, we have completed our march upon Ottawa, and tonight we make our stand upon their frozen field of battle. The journey was steady and without incident, and I am pleased to report the regiment arrives in strong condition—well-rested, in good health, and fully prepared for the clash ahead. The men carry a quiet confidence among them. We aim to place the Senators firmly upon their heels and seize a third victory in as many engagements. The spirit in camp is resolute, sharpened by purpose and the promise of triumph. Lieutenant Jarvis remains keenly focused, eager to lead our offensive charge and strike where the enemy is most vulnerable. Meanwhile, Sergeant Major Slavin has gathered the men in prayer, asking for both courage in battle and a safe return to those we hold dear. Know that I carry thoughts of home with me into this contest, and it strengthens my resolve more than any musket or blade ever could. With confidence, - Jordan #SoundTheSiren #GoSensGo