UMBRA ALICAJUS IMPERII (Epic Nation Roleplay Experience) IC

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120 AD -
Austrafar, The Ancient lands of the gods, Once Ruled by a single great nation many eons ago which many scholars today call Gods or angels, is now vastly divided amongst 8 powerful nations, each with their own views and beliefs in mind. These nations live within very different climates in which they have adjusted their selves too. These being the Frozen mountainous lands to the north, The countryside to the south, the volcanic islands, lush green forests, mountains and rainforests to the East, and the barren and dead deserts and extinct Volcanic iron mountains to the west. Austrafar today is a mystery, the true nature in which it formed is unknown, but all of its history is shared through ancient temples and ruins left behind by these ancient "Angels". Such temples leave inscriptions of vast cities, interesting manuscripts of interesting technology and an introduction to mathematics, religion and numbers. Many current empires today fixate their views and beliefs on these ancient beings and devote their lives to the order and religion in which they left behind, but on the other hand, other nations oppose such beliefs, seeing them as nonsense or a false idol laying in the way of their own beliefs, and in the natural way of things, conflict eventually arises, and war spreads across the ancient lands.
War has avenged these lands for thousands of years, many great battles have been fought, and the powerful and mighty have fallen on the battlefield. War in itself has brought great advances in technology and military strategies over the years, but lets not forget the vast loss of life that came with it. Today however, war is history. The ancient lands are at "peace". And have been so for almost 100 years. But in the truth of things.

But "Peace" is nothing but a Dirty word.

And the drums of war...

Are thundering again.



Dust flowed through the veins of the vast desert landscape like an evil twin of the beautiful aurora borealis found from within the alpine peaks of the northern lands of Nalild'o. Nothing but sand covered the landscape like an almighty thick blanket as the only thing to be seen was the ancient temples from the ancient world which only briefly gleamed through the dark overwhelming cloak of dust and despair. The Sands whirred and thundered onward like an almighty storm as the distant sun began to arise in the distance. like an almighty beacon of hope, the sun arose like an angel into the thunderous skies of sand and dust as the land began to illuminate into life and prosperity. Happiness flourished the apparent dead lands and the bright beacon of hope flourished and flew through the skies like a beautiful and elegant butterfly. But then silence came to the once violent land, Nothing could be heard, not even the slight whirring of wind blew elegantly. But then from the silence came an angelic whisper, nothing ever sounded so mighty and beautiful in all of the land, the whisper began to intensify in tone and a beautiful female voice could be heard gleaming from the bright orb in the sky, the sun. "Here Me well" The Voice said with wisdom. "Times of Peril and death approach upon you and the land, You must act or be perished forever damnation ." The voice then said as its tone intensified in severity and might as the bright orb terrifyingly began to darken and the dust and sands began to thunderously attack the landscape once-more. The Sun turned an almighty blood-red as it began to melt upon the sands of the land as black shadows and fear began to intensify, the screams of children filled the air followed by a shadow of black that consumed the land with the silhouette of soldiers also beginning to appear into sight. Their faces filled with rage and their hands filled with steal as the beautiful landscape began to crumble and quake, nothing but death was left on a once mighty land.

Empress Aemilia Sophronia Septimius Jolted from her slumber with an almighty scream, glancing around her in shock before realizing that she was in the safety of her luxurious bedroom of the imperial palace. "By the Goddess" She said with a sigh of relief in her discovery of such a horror being nothing but a dream... But then she thought, perhaps it wasn't a dream. Perhaps a message from the mighty gods in which she and her people worshiped. She passed slightly in thought as she heard heavy thundering footsteps from outside her bedroom walls with the heavy shingling of armor and steel. With rapid succession the Empresses Personal bodyguard, Lord protector Adalwin Pomponius burst into the room with his sword in hand with two other monstrous soldiers known as the reapers standing behind him. He Ran towards her glancing around him frantically before exhaling and sheathing is weapon. "Your Majesty! Are you alright?" he said loudly with a tone of concern in his voice, rushing himself to her side. The empress immediately raised her hand to dismiss the two reaper soldiers as she turned to Adalwin with a somewhat small reassuring smile. "I'm quite alright Adalwin, Just a vision from the Impredi, very troubling i must say, i shall have to address the situation, Also what time is it?" She said in a voice of pride while attempting to glance out the large archway windows covered by luxurious gold trimmed linen cloth. Adalwin Nodded briefly before walking over towards one of the windows and swaying the curtains to the side gently allowing the warm desert sunlight to shine into the bedroom causing him to slightly cover his eyes. "It appears to be Morning My Lady, The sundial within the palace grounds appears to believe this." He said while glancing down at the palace grounds and the monstrous city where the citizens of the city could be seen going about their daily lives within the market. "Ah, excellent, How be my daughter? is she awake?" she asked while slowly beginning to lift her elegant, robe covered body out of bed, whisking the large silk covers to the side which trailed down from the top of the bed frame. "Yes, very much so my Lady, Her highness is within the dining hall for her morning meal." He replied confidently. "Good, i shall be down shortly, you may leave Adalwin, Oh and please let the Servants know that they are needed to help me get ready for the day." The empress said as she walked into her dressing room. "As you wish Your Majesty" Adalwin said before politely gripping his belt and taking his leave from the bedroom.

Several hours passed as the loud city bustled with life, trade caravans entered through the front gates as the sound of marching footsteps thundered through the city as the imperial army marched in training drills within the military quarters of the city as Prince Archelaus Claudius Septimius and High Imperial legate Adelina Sigilind commanded them in several drills. "COME ON YOU SCUM! YOU CALL YOURSELVES IMPERIAL SOLDIERS?" Shouted legate Adelina as she rode alongside the practicing infantry soldiers and The Prince as they were both mounted on their horses. "My Goddes Your highness, these new trainees are going to make us a laughing stock if they ever see battle." Said Adelina as she gripped her hand onto the handle of her sword. "Fear Not Adelina, I will make true warriors out of them yet." Said the prince as he stormed off in front of Legate Adelina and forged himself in against the recruits. "MEN! THE GLORIOUS EMPIRE AND THE EMPRESS REQUIRES YOU TO BE TRUE WARRIORS, NOT MEWLING INFANTS! THE GODS ARE WATCHING, MAKE SURE THEY ARE NOT ASHAMED!!! NOW! ASSUME CORRECT FORMATIONS!" Shouted the prince in an aggressive yet inspiring voice before riding back next to the legate. Almost instantly the soldiers got their act together and performed their military formations and marching drills perfectly, a smile then appeared on the princes face as legate Adelina glanced at him with slight disbelieve. "You make it look to easy your highness" She said with a toned down voice. "Ahah! Adelina, all you need to do is give them some motivation!" The prince said, pressing his hand down hard onto the shoulder blade of Adelina's armor in reassurance.

Meanwhile in the Throne room of the palace, the empress, now dressed appropriately and looking absolutely stunning sat upon her throne with her daughter, Princess Saturnina Romana Septimius and Lord protector of the empress Adalwin Pomponius at her side with several key politicians, priests and diplomats in front of her. "And that you're majesty... Is why you should consider strengthening our borders, if what you say about the vision is true, we should prepare for rough times ahead, I'll have you know that his highness the prince is out doing military drills which is a good start, perhaps we should ready ourselves by also increasing our relations with our bordering neighbors." Said one of the visiting Ad-visors. "Silence!" Said the empress as she rose her hand. "I understand you're recommendations and believe it would be insightful to do so, after-all my word is law, Adalwin message the Legate and my son, get them to send 100,000 troops to hold and defend our internal and external borders, also Send 50,000 Troops to our internal settlements and towns, this will leave 250,000 troops to defend the capital. And for our neighbors, have a messenger send a letter to the King of Oryen, i believe we should have a meeting to arrange possible embargo's that could be an advantage to us both. As for the other nations, have some scouts keep and eye out from or borders." Said the empress as she took a sip of wine and gently patting the hair of her daughter that sat next to her. "Right away You re majesty!" Said Adalwin as he ran off in a flash and exited the throne room. "Now, Leave me!" Shouted the empress as the other inhabitantsBefor raised there hands in salute and shouted. "For The Empress!" Before turning heal and taking their leave.

All that could be seen and heard afterwards, was the rushing of thunderous feet as a mighty army of soldiers marched off into the horizon.

RECAP:

• Empress had a vision of coming war between nations from her "gods"
• Prince and legate have been training new troops.
• 100,000 infantry troops sent to Secure and defend borders while also observing bordering countries.
• 50,000 Troops sent to secure and defend internal settlements.
• 250,00 Troops remain at Capital.
• Proposal for a meeting sent to: King Aemond Godwin of the Kingdom of Oryen.

[Rtron]

High priest Tos walked into the visions room to commune with the gods and find out if they have any specific plans for the Thyconians. Closing the door and lighting the small pile of herbs on fire, Tos breathed in deeply and waited for the herbs to take effect and allow him to receive visions. Tos was in a dark room with smoke rolling all around him when he heard a slithering hissing voice say "Take heed of my words, the peace that has existed for a century is coming to an end. Be prepared for war, but do not start any yet." The smoke directly in front of him began to take shape in that of the capital of Thycona. "If you do not heed me, the capital will burn, and the people of Thycona will be enslaved." The smoke shifted the scene to show the capital burning and hundreds of Thyconians being driven from it in chains by shadowy figures. "When the time comes for the Thyconians to initiate a war, you will receive a sign. Go now, warn your king and queen, and protect your nation." The voice said. Tos blinked his eyes as the herbs wore off.This is troubling the gods usually do not send such a clear message unless the danger is great Tos thought. Moving quickly he left the room and headed towards the throne room to warn the king and queen and prepare the nation.

King Uindar was in the throne room with his wife listening to the reports his officials gave them. The High General was off in the shadows as per usual and the Kitaz were stationed around the room, some openly there, others not, ready to protect their king with their lives if necessary. The king was only half listening as there was nothing new to report, the trade routes were doing fine, as was everything else. The Kingdom was prospering and there was nothing to cause worry over. The High priest walked into the room looking disturbed.

Walking up to the king he whispered "There has been a vision from the gods, call a council meeting quickly." The king nodded and the High priest walked away. Uindar then gestured for the official to finish his report. When the man had done so King Uindar stood up and said loudly "Everyone whom is not a member of the council, exit this room." Queen Liolu glanced at her husband, this was unusual for him. Uindar turned to Tos as the rest of the council gathered closer "Tell us of your vision." When Tos had finished stating his vision the group was silent. Then Uindar turned towards High General Vaernis "What is your advise given the situation Vaernis? I feel we are as prepared as we can be excluding the fact that we have no alliance." The High general thought a second before responding.

"We should commission more weapons and armor to be created, along with increasing our stockpile of supplies in case of siege, increase the patrolling of our navy along our shores and alert the land forces to be prepared to act. As for alliances, the Clans of Atrusyr are known for their high value of loyalty, so they would be the best for an alliance." King Uindar nodded and then turned toward Chief Negotiator Alo "Take 5 warships, you will ride in one of them, to the Clans and seek an alliance, you have my leave to offer whatever you deem necessary, dress warmly, and choose ships that have been in those waters before. Also, take 5 Kitaz for bodyguards." Alo nodded his consent and left the room with 5 Kitaz, heading towards the nearby naval base. Uindar called in a bird messenger.

"Send a bird whom can resist the cold, and is strong, to the clans with a message that a Diplomat will be arriving soon with a proposition." The messenger bowed and ran off to do so. Uindar turned towards Vaernis "Everything you just said when I asked you for your advise shall be put into action. Also, make sure The Cratul Myrorion are ready and have sufficient numbers, do another sweep through the ranks for those worthy of the promotion" The High General nodded his consent and walked out of the room to do all that he had been ordered.


RECAP

The high priest received a vision from the "gods" warning of a coming war.
The King ordered that more navy be put on patrol duty, weapons and armor production increased, capital stockpile increased, and an alteration of the military land forces so that they will be prepared in case of attack.
The King sent a bird messenger to the clans with the message that the Chief Negotiator will be arriving
The King sent his Chief Negotiator to the Clans to seek an alliance
The High General will do a check of The Cratul Myrorion to make sure that they are combat ready and a sweep of the military ranks for more soldiers worthy of the title

[Zhaliora]

A few days prior to the Empress Aemilia and the High priest Tos got their visions, the Dawi were celebrating the finished construction of their great capitol.

”Finally, our great fortress is finally finished” Thorgrim said with approval ”and so is the great wall. After a hundred years of construction, we are finally done.”
Thorgrim stood on top of the great gatehouse overlooking the entrance into Karaz-A-Karak feeling pleased with his people before walking onto the platform and starting his speech.

”We Dawi have overcome natures greatest obstacle, nature itself!” he said through amplifying horns to the people who had gathered bellow. ”These walls are the testament to our might and our power as a people! We have proved to those tall folks on the mainland that WE, THE DAWI, don’t need height to achieve great things! The only thing you need is skill, skill and dedication to a task” cheers could be heard, and cries of approval from the gathered Dawi. ”However, I am sorry to say that it took lives of great Dawi to get here. Those Dawi whom died building this city shall forever have their names carved into the stone foundations holding up this city and they shall forever be remembered. Hereby, I pledge this oath to those whom we lost; May you never be forgotten and may you find your way back to our ancestors, for we shall never forget your sacrifice” Thorgrim finished his speech to the masses, retreating back into the throne room of Karaz-A-Karak.

Inside the throne room, after he sat down on top of his mighty throne, Thorgrim addressed the five gathered Karak Kings, the two Karak Queens and the twelve elders.
”Honoured Kings, Queens, and venerable elders, I Thorgrim, High Karak King of the Dawi people, hereby declare this meeting of kings, queens and elders open, please, be seated. Please bring forth any errands that you might have, in the normal order, from the oldest Karak to the youngest.”

”Honoured High King,” the Karak King of Karak Hirn started ”I am pleased to report that peace with the mainland has now lasted over one hundred years and that we at Karak Hirn is holding a celebration feast due to this. However, the scouts report that the lowland tribes have been beset by pirates. The pirates have ravaged the coastal cities and the tall ones who live there. The tall ones have asked for reinforcements or that we build walls around their harbours to keep the pirates away. I know that we only ended the war with them ten years ago, but I think that we should aid them against the pirates. We need to keep the harbours to the south open to accommodate our newly built navy.”

”Aye” the others chimed in. ”All right, let’s put it to the vote. All who are for raise your fist” Thorgrim stated. The count came up, six for, and two against. ”Vote passed. Alert Bugman that he have gotten himself a job and give him free reign on how he wants to deal with the pirate threat. Also, send three engineers to each harbour city and have them start organize the defences, ask them to use whatever resources that the cities have available for their defences.”

”Honoured High King,” the Karak Queen of Barak Varr continued ”I would like for us, the Dawi people, to take up trade with the mainland nations again. I propose that we send ships to each nation, seeing what they have to offer us in terms of trade. I also wish to send skilled engineers with the ships to assess how far the other nations have come in their engineering capabilities. I have no doubts that we, the Dawi people, are still leading, but we have not had much contact with the mainland for around one hundred years, it’s always a good idea to assess their capabilities should the peace break someday.”

This was received with mixed responses and some even became borderline enraged that someone even mentioned that the tall folks might have caught up to the Dawi’s in terms of engineering. ”Order!” Thorgrim said with a raised voice. ”We put the matter to vote, those who are for, raise your fist.” The results came up, four against and four for. ”What say you council of elders? Should we do as the Karak Queen of Barak Varr proposed, or nay?”

”The council has decided to follow the Karak Queen of Barak Varr’s suggestion and send envoys and engineers” the spokesman for the council said after a short debate in-between themselves.
”So be it. Send two ships to each nation with full crew, a thousand per ship all in all so that they can fend off any eventual pirate attack. Also send along craftsmanship examples made out of gold and other precious minerals so that we can barter with the other nations. Give the envoys free reign on how they want to handle the affairs, they know what is best for us.”

”If anyone else has any errand of importance at this time, speak now.” Thorgrim asked the rest of the assembled. ”Then I declare this meeting of Karak Kings, Queens and venerable elders over” he said when no one spoke.

Recap

• Three engineers per harbour city sent to organize coastal defences against pirate attacks for a total 30 engineers. Josef Bugman and his rangers has been given free reign, 5000 soldiers raised in total (ranger quarrellers).
• Two ships per nation sent away for a total of 14 ships carrying many wondrous items and one highly skilled engineer per ship. The ships are also carrying (per ship) 100 Hammerers, 100 Ironbreakers, 300 Warriors, 200 Quarrellers and 300 crewmen for the artillery on the ship. These are experienced fighters who have fought against the southern tribes, not from the current standing army.

[TheEdwardian]

The Kingdom of Oryen
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Arethayr






Arethayr was bustling. The city's growth had not stopped for years and there was no evidence to suggest it would stop growing. Merchants and aspiring citizens constantly moved to Oryen , for the nation itself is one of hope and prosperity , these ideals are held deep within it's roots. The Merchants were shouting of their wares , the citizens huddled around stalls and attempting to walk through crowded streets. The Capital could be looked upon as one glorified marketplace and that was perhaps true for no matter where you went , a tradesmen would be found attempting to sell his wares , usually by shouting straight at the passerby.
Prince Jon was with Grand Marshal Edwin at the barracks as per usual. Jon liked to think of himself of Edwins right-hand man and for the most part , he was. There was nothing the Prince enjoyed more than watching the troops being trained , albeit he rarely gave them orders during training aside from when sparring with them and it could be said Jon simply doesnt have the courage to shout ferociously at the men like Edwin. Oryen's Armies were slowly improving due to the King requesting the Soldiers be trained frequently and the recruits trained harshly in order to keep up with the other Nations Military Strength , especially that of the Empire's albeit King Aemond liked the sound of working with the Empire much better than having little contact with them.
King Aemond trotted into the Capital upon his well-groomed , white horse flanked by six of his best Knights whom he hunted with regularly. He shared a joke with them and chuckled lightly as they continued on their way toward the Palace. As Aemond traversed through the City , the men and women would hush and remain still like large sculpted stones out of respect and as soon as the King was out of view , they would instantly begin their activities once more. That was something Aemond had never gotten quite used too , the silence and ' Special Treatment ' he would recieve for he always thought of himself more as a Knight , rather than a King. Aemond was dressed in his fine , decorated steel armour , covered partly with his soft blue robe. His face was narrow with sharp features and inquisitive eyes which could be somewhat imposing upon the Lords of the Realm whom come regularly to speak with him yet he was not a man of cruelty nor in-patience , Aemond was a mostly calm and studying individual whom knew the way to survive in this world was not via large armies but by alliances. The Empire was the top of his list in that regard , for should he be able to acquire an alliance , or even better a marriage between the nations Oryen would be in a secure position for the foreseeable future. Aemond had to take the steps to such a thing reasonably and sensibly however , for gaining the alliance is imperative to Oryen's survival. Aemond continued into the Palace whilst his son , Jon , began to make his way to the Palace also after he had finished his duties with the Grand Marshal. Jon loved to stop and take the time to speak with the citizens of Arethayr on his way however. He felt that doing so would help him in the long run and he also partly enjoyed it. He'd always been fascinated by their lives and part of him wished to know what it felt like without having to have guards around at all times and being able to walk into a Tavern without everybody immediately hushing down and standing to allow him to sit wherever he wished.
Aemond dismounted his horse in the Courtyard of the Palace , giving it a loving pat before handing the reigns to the Stable boy. He proceeded to thank the Knights for the hunt and then headed for the Throne Room. The doors to the Throne Room were heaved open by the Guards as Aemond approached. He saw Robyrt standing beside the Throne , he had clearly been eagerly awaiting his arrival. Aemond took a deep breath as he studied the Throne Room once more , like he always did upon entry. The memories of his childhood would flow back to him on every entry into the Throne Room due to his father teaching almost everything he knew now in these halls. The Throne Room had a grand slendour about it , with a polished and marble floor and decorated roof , detailing the history of Oryen right up until Aemonds coronation. The Throne Room was Aemonds pride and joy in the Kingdom and as such , he made it reflect his opulence and prestige.
The King sat slumped on his throne , his arms resting casually as he looked at the door whilst vaguely listening to Seneschal Robyrt's ramblings. Robyrt tended to enjoy telling the King every single detail of every single problem whereas Aemond would much rather it be brief and to the point , meaning the meetings oft ended in the King asking Robyrt to take care of it without paying much attention to the issues at hand at all , for they mostly consisted of Lords wishing for more land or Barons wishing for more troops. There was however one piece of information that especially caught Aemonds full attention. A letter had been recieved from the Empress Aemilia Sophronia Septimius requesting a meeting.
At that moment , the doors were flung in as Jon walked in merrily , a smirk upon his face as he saw his father.
' Hello Father ! The hunt went well , I presume ? I have just been speaking with Grand Marshal Edwin , the changes you requested are underway already. I do admire his efficiency I must say. '
The large Iron doors behind Jon creaked shut as Aemond smiled at his son.
' The hunt was indeed a glorious one , my son. I however have greater news. The Empire of Septimius has requested a meeting , I intend to bring you along Jon. We do not yet have a date or location settled , albeit I believe it will be at the Empresses' Palace the date will have to be confirmed however. Seneschal , send a messenger to the Empress , inform her I and my son would be honoured to attend such a meeting. Request a time for the meet and whilst I presume the location will be her Palace , ask for a location in any case. '
Robyrt bowed humbly replying simply ' It will be done. ' Before heading out of the Throne Room to begin the tasks set by the King.

Jon stood before his father , tilting his head inquisitively as the questions raced through his mind
' What is the meeting about father , Is it the Alliance you have been speaking of for so long ? '
Aemond smiled gently and gestured for his son to take a seat beside him.
' I know not the exact purpose of the meet , albeit I know that it is an opportunity to give both our Nations an advantage. We're surrounded by barbaric tribes whom have no civility and no worth , my son. That is why this meeting is of the utmost importance for even if we can begin to traverse down the path to an alliance , we will have not only gained a prestigious ally whom are civilized and amazingly organised , but also secured our Nations prosperity for the foreseeable future.
Oh and where is your Sister ? I have not seen her since my return. '
Jon shrugged uselessly
' With mother in her room most likely being taught about the dangers of the World and how to be safe , all of that. '
Aemond stood , turning to his right and patting his son on the shoulder before turning sharply on his heel , gesturing for his son to follow. Preparations were soon to be made for a potentially prosperous future awaited the Kingdom...

Recap

• The Armies of Oryen have begun a change expected to take years.
• King Aemond has sent a reply to the Empire of Septimius , requesting a location and time whilst accepting the request.

[AmongHeroes]

The Stronghold of Kalvorusk, South West Nalild’o

Droaron Tanith, leader and cultist of the III Corp Shieldbreakers, sat with the three-hundred and ninety-nine of his brethren deep beneath the fortress of Kalvorusk. The rough hewn cave that the four hundred men occupied was dark, cool, and dry; only a few small fires burned within standing iron sconces, giving the cavern an eerie and otherworldly glow. The Shieldbreakers all stood, naked to the waist, their scarred muscular physiques dancing and shifting amongst the flickering light of the fires. Before each Atru was a large drum, framed of wood and covered with thick stretched oxen hides. Also among the Shieldbrekers were large bronze smokepots, filled with smoldering Curlweed. The smoke drifted upon eddies of invisible currents, further distorting the figures within the cave. With the smoke and dizzying light of the fires, the warriors seemed like shimmering wraiths of might and fear.

The drumming started softly and quietly from some darkened corner, the sound rising like a distant roll of mountain thunder, building with intensity with each strike of the heavy mallet. As the crescendo began to build, other Shieldbreakers added their drum’s call into the gathering storm, each perfectly in synch. Droaron finally struck his drum for the first time with a resounding boom. His arms swung in mighty arcs to hammer the wooden mallets into the quaking head of the drum. Around him all of the Shieldbreakers were now drumming, waves of rhythmic strikes echoing off of the stone walls. The cacophony was deafening. He could feel the Curlweed softening the sharp edges of his mind as he drummed, and Droaran began to become lost within the beat, his heart coursing in sync with the war like maelstrom. The feeling of rising disembodiment was infectious, and soon the entirety of the four hundred Shieldbreakers were soon lost within the beat as well, their minds filling with nothing but the song of their strikes. Chanting, yelling, and stomping of heavy feet leant their own unique sound as well, and the drumming began to take on a frenzied pace.

Droaron could feel it now, the calling of the drums. The war-goddess Arithius’ call. A call for blood. A call for war. The beat of the drums was now a roar of rhythmic chaos, and the Shieldbreakers convulsed with every mighty blow, their arms flying with unnatural speed and precision. Just as the beat seemed on the verge of collapse, with a final blow from Droaron’s drum the song ended. The Shieldbreakers froze, all of their mallets poised above the heads of their drums, still vibrating from the final strike. Without a word the incensed warriors sat with utter silence and placed their mallets ritualistically before them. In unison the four-hundred made the sign of the gods; with the right hand held erect, the palm facing their left shoulder, they drew four invisible tear drops with their thumbs, two for each eye. The ritual was complete.

With a last long breath Droaron took in a lungful of the Curlweed smoke, and held it.

May you bless us oh Mother of Chaos; bring your faithful children into their rightful place as masters of all of Austrafar.

His prayer sent, Droaron exhaled, and the smoke billowed forth into the still, and silent cave.

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The Citadel of the Capital City of Rowardar

King Matus of Clan Hourd stood looking out onto the chilled bay to the north, and to the Tarinthian Ocean beyond. He was dressed in a heavy wool tunic embroidered with rich curling needlework, and a cloak stitched from the fur of a white Alpine Bear hung across his shoulders. His snow white beard was braided and capped with white gold clasps in the four heavy braids that were reserved solely for the King of the United Clans. At his belt hung a richly made short-sword, and it was this weapon that he stroked absent-mindedly as he gazed from the window of his Counseling Room. His bones ached, and this troubled him. His bones only seemed to ache when dire tidings were about to come calling. Behind him, the heavy oaken door closed with a dull thud, and the King turned to view the entrant. It was the ever boisterous rogue High Admiral Bartbroc, and King Matus caught himself smiling at the fiery haired former pirate.

“Good evening High Admiral, I am pleased you could join us.”

Bartbroc took an air of feigned embarrassment, though not in an offensive manner, and he bowed deeply, his beard brushing the worn wooden floor for a brief moment.

“Apologies My King, my tardiness is inexcusable,” said Bartbroc, his face still bent to the floor.

The king waved his High Admiral to his seat along with a short laugh. A large heavy timber table stood in the center of the stone room with five individuals already seated around it; Queen Kressara of Clan Hourd, High General Talige, and the three advisors from clans Boann, Maglas, and Tanith. The High Admiral took his place at the right hand of his young counterpart High General Talige, and the group looked up to King Matus expectantly. With a heavy sigh, the king took his seat at the head of the table.

“Let us begin shall we? My Queen?”

Queen Kressara nodded with a slight bow of her head, “There has been one important development of late My King. Three days past our outpost at the edge of the Bay of Maldulf received a bird from the King of Thycona, stating that he has sent his Chief Negotiator to seek audience with you. Given the time between when the message was sealed until now, the Thyconian envoy could be expected any day now, especially given the Thyconian prowess at sea.”

King Matus accepted this news with a furrowed brow, “Why do the Thyconians reach out to us now?” His voice trailed off into thought, and the six council members were silent as their king contemplated. Several minutes passed with only the crackle of the large fire burning in the hearth to cut through the quiet. At last King Matus spoke.

“We will accept this envoy with all the honor his station deserves.” The king turned to look at his military commanders, “Place scouts and runners so that when the Thyconian ships are sighted that there is no delaying the hospitality of the Clans. Also Talige I want a full platoon of my own Shieldbreakers to give this envoy an honor escort to the Citadel.” He then addressed the three clan advisors, “I want the Chief Negotiator shown to me without delay, and be sure that he and his entire entourage are treated to the highest of luxuries for the duration of their stay.” All of the councilors nodded with respectable acknowledgment.

“How does our military fair?” King Altus said to Talige and Bartbroc.

Bartbroc conceded the floor to Talige with a slight gesture of his hand. The handsome young general cleared his throat before beginning. “My King, all of the seven Corps report that their Spring drills and war games were monumental successes, and the generals feel that we are ultimately well prepared to defend Nolild’o from any threat. However they have voiced concerns that the available log wood is sparse this season,” Talige paused to thoughtfully stroke his blond beard. “Perhaps we could request an expansion of trade with the Kingdom of Beltana? The Yeldenwood has always been a favorable trade partner, and their desire for Nalild’o steel is strong.”

“I concur with your thought Talige,” King Matus said with little hesitation. “Set up this agreement and dispatch it at once.” Almost as an afterthought the king raised his finger to Talige, “In fact I want you to send General Altus to deliver this request himself.”

Talige was visibly taken aback, “My King, General Talige is the commander of the entire V Corp, perhaps a lesser vassal could accomplish…”

King Matus cut him off with a stiff wave of his hand, “All the more reason to send him. This trade agreement needs to be strong, and I want the Tuah’thane to understand the importance of our continued partnership in this matter. General Altus is well suited to this task. Be sure to send him with an appropriately sized entourage as well.”

Talige bowed his head, “Very well My King. It will be so.”

King Matus grimaced slightly; his bones were aching even more now. “Is there anything else immediately pressing?”

The gathered councilors looked around to each other for a moment. They knew when their beloved king was tired and in no mood for continued political machinations. The queen spoke for the group, “I don’t believe so My King.”

The king grunted his pleasure, “Then let us take our leave. The days ahead may be busy indeed.”

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The estate of the V Corp General, V Corp Barracks, Rowardar

The runner arrived just after dark to the large, but utilitarian home of General Altus. The general heard the knock and growled to himself, he had just completed a war game with the entirety of the V Corp not five hours past, and he was tired and sore.

The First King himself had better be returning damn it all!

Naked, Altus threw a woolen cloak around himself on the way to the door. He beat his aging servant Tolfur to the door by mere steps, and he sent the old man back to his bed with a kind pat on his shoulder. He placed a steel melting scowl upon his august, but tired face, before swinging the door open. The messenger on the other side was already bowing, holding out the written and sealed dispatch letter like a shield against the general’s wrath.

Altus snatched the letter and slammed the door shut without a word before making his way to the hearth where a small fire still burned in the dark of the estate. Ripping open the wax seal of the King, Altus read the dispatch. He read it again to be certain he missed nothing before calling to his servant.

“Tolfur, up my friend! We have an errand from the King himself.”

The next morning General Altus sat astride his warhorse Dehanur, fully regaled in warm traveling attire, his bastard sword slung across his back. Around him one hundred of the V Corp’s most elite cavalrymen lined the road that led South from the illustrious main gate of the Citadel of Rowardar. In front of him two standard bearers held aloft large pennants emblazoned with the mark of the Unified Clans, as well as the heraldry of the V Corp Rangers of the First King. Altus’ lieutenant, Brord of Clan Maglas, reigned in his horse beside his general. Similarly attired in heavy traveling garb, Brord made a quick salute, “We are ready to leave My Lord, all preparations have been made.”

With a silent wave of his hand General Altus and the rest of his company set out along the Leumver River south towards the rich woodland of the Kingdom of Beltana.

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Summary

-Droaran, leader of the III Corp Shieldbreakers, held a ritual for the goddess of war. Following the ritual he prayed to her for a war that would ultimately place the Atru in control of all Austrafar.

-King Matus made arrangments for the arrival of the envoy from the Kingdom of Thycona.

-King Matus followed the suggestion of his High General to strengthen a trade agreement with the Kingdom of Beltana. The king ordered that General Altus of the V Corp should deliver the proposal himself.

-General Altus departed for the Yeldenwood with a company of 100 of the V Corp's best cavalrymen to fulfull the King's request.

[GrimProphet]

The Hold, Beltanhjold.

Queen Tualane, revered mother of the nation stood at the balcony of the highest level of the great hold from which she ruled her Kingdom, looking down over the city, most specifically at the well natured sparring taking place in the courtyard outside the great double doors of The Hold, where her younger sister Milea was handing out sound thrashings to all takers.

Such was the way of the Tuah'thane though, often what started with a fist would end with a laugh. Tualane lifted a hand to her cheek in though, unable to keep the soft smile from her lips as the tips of her fingers brushed over the slight raising in her skin where she wore the tattooed markings of the ruler. Such regal markings, made by artisan tattooists with the most pure inks had taken hours, days in fact. They were as much a ritual as they were the mark of her position. A tangible sign that while she would never wield a blade, she was just as prepared to endure for her people as the warriors of her nation.

Soft footsteps, almost too soft to be heard if Tualane was not so familiar with them, approached her from behind.

"Korvin." She adressed the Arch-druid fondly, without turning.

Her childhood friend stopped just beside her, as ever shrouded in his rich cloak. Solemn and solid, her once playmate was now the very image of his peoples Warrior-Priest, and though Korvin seldom even raised his voice, Queen Tualane had seen him when he chose to take to the field and take apart the foe with an artful ferocity that made him even more attractive. Objectively speaking.

"You have news I take it? You so seldom come to visit me for the pleasure of my company these days." Tualane said softly, a playful smile touching her soft lips.

"I do." Said Korvin simply, after a momentary silence. He was far too serious these days, Tualane thought, touching his wrist gently to prompt him on when he lapsed back into silence.

"The Empire stirs in the west." Korvin stated plainly. His Queen was smart enough to draw her own opinions there.

"The Empress will move as she sees fit. She has never been hostile towards us, and has made use of our warriors in the past. I will trust you to keep your eyes open though?" Queen Tualane asked. No point in telling Korvin not to be concerned, after all. It was what he did.

"You may. Tualane..." He ventured softly.

"Speak, Dearheart."

"Oryen has been approached by the Empire. You may have faith in the Empress' discretion, but the Southern kingdom has no love for their 'barbarian neighbours', as you know. They consider us beneath them." Korvins word carried a hard edge of wounded pride.

Tualane turned to face Korvin finally, her soft blue eyes scanning his face, seeing the anger there beneath the calm surface of his features. She reached up to cup his cheek gently, and stroked his face fondly.

"I know. A misguided notion, perhaps. Ours may be a simple life, but it is unjust of them to think so poorly of us." She held up a hand to forestall Korvins comment. "Which is why I had Bornhin go back to his workshop and sent him the finest Yelden Oak to craft a dowry chest for the Oryen princess, panelled with the scenes of their peoples most romantic legends. A gesture of goodwill, simply. We will ask for nothing for it. He travels south even now with some of my Wolves."

Korvin paused for a moment, considering this action. It was a wise course, but one that perhaps would not have come to him so swiftly as it did to Tualane. Her good heart was often what made her such an exceptional queen.

"My Queen, Father." The voice stirred them both from their conversation, and while Korvin was as stony-faced as ever, Tualane flushed a soft shade of pink at being discovered with her hand still on Korvins chest. One of the Hound Lodge, a giant of a man even for the Tuah'thane, nearly seven feet tall with a warhawk shock of red hair and beard and half his face tattooed with the swirling knotwork designs of the people stood in full armour behind them.

"You have a message?" Queen Tualane asked with a genuine smile. The way she spoke to even the most common of her people was the same as she did when speaking to her dearest friends, and her people loved her for it.

"We recieved word from Eagles watching the Northern borders. Clansmen from the North are on the march towards us. A delegation, by all accounts." He said, somewhat stiffly, the broad boulder of a man trying not to grin like a schoolboy under the gaze of the Queen.

"Coincedence, you think?" She asked Korvin, after his news of political stirrings in the south.

"Unlikely. When the fates stir us to action, things tend to ripple." Korvin answered.

"And The Spirits did not think to tell you of this ahead of time?" She asked, hiding a playful smile.

"The spirits expect us to use our own eyes, Tualane." Korvin bristled. The Arch-druid cared deeply for his childhood friend and Queen, but did not care to have his position poked fun at.

"Thank you. We will make ready to recieve our Northern Cousins." Queen Tualane said to the messenger, dismissing him as Korvin and her returned to the balcony, looking down to where her sister now stood belting out creative abuse at the warriors surrounding her, impugning their heritage and competence as both men and women, drawing as many grins as nods of agreement to her words.

"Such times we live in." The Queen sighed, for a moment feeling perhaps the full weight of her position, she reached down to take Korvins hand.

He did not pull away.

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Recap:

- The Patriarch, Bornhin, travels South to Oryen with a gift for the Princess of a fine Dowry chest with a guard of Ten Wolf Lodge cavalry.

-Preparations to recieve the delegation from the Northern Clans commences.

[Skull]

A colorful array of birds flocked overhead, squawking loudly as they flew over the stony capital of Togani. King Tortugai Omago watched them glide along the wind from the coastline as they disappeared into the misty-capped jungles of his country. From his vantage point at the balcony of his towering palace, he was at near eye-level to their flight pattern. The King chided himself for not having a bow in hand. He stood in his casual robe, relieved from the elaborate costumes, trinkets, and body paint required of him from last moon's festivities.

His son, Prince Baijan, had finally come of age, and was finally initiated into the rite of passage. When handling ceremonies pertaining to royalty, Baijan's initiation paled in comparison to the trials a normal blooded Gaijano would face. The Prince did not have to survive the jungle for seven days with a butcher's knife. Nor did he have to prove his might in the arena against sentenced criminals. Instead, Baijan recited the Togani creed and performed the Gaijano war dance; He drank the blood wine of sacrifice and wrestled the strongest men from each tribe.

Hmph!

Many moons ago, King Tortugai had argued with his Queen, stating that the boy should not be coddled, that the customary rite should have no exceptions, regardless of bloodline. It was always the way before and not even King Tortugai was an exception to the rule. "It is tradition, woman! If we soften the rite to manhood, then we become weak." He told her. Past the King's complaining and scoffing, the Queen's retort about Baijan's safety could not be denied, especially when considering that the Prince is is the last remnant of the late Queen Maki Ikko. The Queen was right, but he would never admit such a thing to her.

No matter. He is my son after all. Such leniency should not and will not be passed on as legacy. I will break him if I must.

King Tortugai heard a soft pang from the entrance behind him. He turned, knowing that it was Sekar Suminga, announcing his presence. "My King..." his raspy voice made the King shudder. As his personal body guard and commander to an elite regiment of the Togani military, having Sekar around was no different than having a python in his midst. Always quietly lurking in the background, silent in nature and observing his surroundings with calculating eyes. King Tortugai can't even recall a moment in time where he saw the man smile. No, that's wrong - he has seen him smile once; It was not a particularly comforting gesture to witness, especially while the man was torturing a criminal. The King waved his hand, motioning him to rise from his knelt position.

"Well?" King Tortugai said in Gaijano tongue. Sekar cleared his throat and responded in their native language.

"Our patrol fleet has spotted two ships baring the Dawi flag. At least 250-300 men each. A scout corsair has confirmed that they are traveling alone. Also, Thycona brings word that they are sending a chief negotiator. The tides of war seem to be stirring, my King."

King Tortugai did not need a moment to think. "Send the signal to the patrolling fleet to allow the Dawi entry into our main harbor and allow one ship to escort them. Tell Prince Baijan to accompany Komang Pryat in arranging a welcoming party for our guests. It has been far too long since they've shone themselves to us. Alert the harbor's security officers to tighten defenses. I want a 3rd corsair fleet patrolling the waters, reinforce our inland borders with our heavy cavalry and summon the tribes to council, this instant!"

"Done, my King." Sekar vanished from the king's sight and hurried along to fulfill his new orders. King Tortugai entered his main chambers and began dressing in formal ware. Queen Chumeiko woke from her slumber and quickly draped the wool blankets closer to her naked frame.

"What is going on?" She immediately asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Some of the ceremonial paint from last moon was still slabbed across her cheek. The King drew his Queen close, and delicately combed a loose strand of her hair back as he gently kissed her.

"War, my love."

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• - King Tortugai pouts about how his son had an easier rite to passage than he did. He believes Baijan is going to be a softy and intends to straighten him out.
• - Preparations are made for Prince Baijan and Komang Pryat to oversee the welcome of both Dawi and Thycona envoys.
• - Tightened security across the inland and coast. Another fleet (6 corsairs) are sent out to patrol the seas.
• - A tribal council is summoned.

[OrangeInk]

Approach to Salamor

The Sands of Cyrathor whisked gently across the brilliantly crafted stone roads of the land as the galloping steps of a single horse thundered in the distance, gradually intensifying in sound as the colorful tones representing the kingdom of oryen which were dyed upon its harness came into view. Mounted upon the horse was a lone messenger, prancing up and down from the recoil of the galloping horse as he outmaneuvered the mighty beast towards the brilliant, gold tinted front gates of the Imperial city, Salamor. The messenger passed a letter with a royal stamp upon it to a captain of the guard who were stationed at the front gate. The Captain Nodded as he watched the somewhat nervous messenger turn back on his horse and took his leave, quickly riding back off into the distance as if he were never even there.

"Soldier!" The captain said as he turned to glance at one of his guards that stood beside him. "Take this letter to the palace as fast as you can, it is for the Empress's eyes only." Said the captain, as he pressed it into the soldiers hands. "Yes Sir!" Said the soldier as he turned heal and ran off into the depths of the city, quickly making his way to the palace.

Several minutes later - Imperial Throne Room

"...Saturnina... For the love of the goddess, You must understand that these barbarians that cover the land are nothing but filthy scum that are to be used as nothing but bate and tools, they are uncivilized and violent, We Imperials are the elite among the land, and you must know this for you will soon take my place on the throne!" Squealed the empress with a tone of seriousness, firmly holding onto her daughter by her shoulders within the throne room. "But.. But... M..Mother, They are but only people looking to survive as much as we are, why do thee judge them for their way of life?" Whimpered Princess Saturnina Romana Septimius, Holding her head somewhat low as if to be fearful of her own mother. "Silence Saturnina! You will understand some day! you're brother knows that the solution to these... Barbarians is death! or to use them as a meat-shield ahead of our own troops!.... J.Just..Rggh.." The empress said, progressively going from raised tone to a shout before flailing her arms and sighing heavily... cringing slightly as she watched her daughter whine with a flinch, she was terrified. "Oh saturnina... I'm sorry... Its just how things must be... Its how my Father brought me up to rule, Just know that i love you my sweet and i know that you will be a mighty and respected empress some day." Said the empress as she moved in, gently holding her daughter in a warm cuddle before then releasing her. "Y..Yes mother, i understand.." Said the princess, brushing her eyes before rising to her feet and running off to her own private quarters, leaving the empress alone to watch her whisp away from her hands with a tearful eye. The Empress then rose to her feet as several advisers and key political members rushed in, one of them holding a letter.

"You're majesty! A letter from King Godwin from the kingdom of Oryen has arrived." Said one of the advisers, extending out his hand towards the empress in a courteous manner. "Ah, very good." She said, taking the letter from him. The letter was then opened as she narrowed her eyes onto the exquisite text, a small smile forming on her lips before talking again. "Ah, it appears that the king and his son have agreed to attend the meeting, return a letter to him and let him know that we will be having a feast here within the palace on the 26th of Marthi, Which is Four days from now, my daughter and son will also be attending the feast." The adviser nodded and bowed honorably. "Yes my Lady! It shall be done!" He said before moving with the other individuals to leave the room, but before they could leave, Lord protector Adalwin Pomponius ran in with the prince by his side. "You're majesty! Two ship with foreign design has been spotted several miles off the shore of the city harbor! we are unsure of their intentions but the ships appears to be loaded with infantry!" Said adalwin, sweat running down from his head. "What!?" Shouted the empress. "My Son, Mobilize our Infantry and siege weaponry immediately and position them at our walls,It may only be two ships which is of-course no match for us, but watch for any signs of aggression, if they appear hostile do not take any chances! And Adalwin, get my daughter and bring her to me, you must be here to protect her."
Said the empress as the walked over towards one of the palaces windows. "Yes mother!", "Right away my lady!" Shouted the two as they both ran off to carry out their duties.

The empress then pressed her hands in prayer as she watched the two ships in the distance. "Mother Cyrali... Bless it upon these foreign visitors that there intentions be peaceful, for if this is not so, they shall truly perish under our might...in the glory of you're name"

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RECAP:

• The Empress has Returned a letter to King Aemond Godwin of the Kingdom of Oryen, letting him know of the arranged time of the meeting.
  
  
• The Empire has spotted the two ships belonging to The Dawi approaching the city, they have mobilized there remaining 250,000 troops as a precaution.

[Rtron]

Chief Negotiator Alo shivered in the cold, despite the fact that he was wrapped inn layers of fur. He hated cold places much like the rest of the Thyconian population. They were just pulling into the harbor of the capital.The trip to the Rowardar, the capital of the Clans, had been relatively smooth, despite one incident with pirates. The pirates had been bother the Thyconian trade routes for years, instead of doing what other pirate ships would do, this singular ship would pull up behind the ships in the night, slipping between the perimeter and steal up upon the ships and grab as much gold as possible before the alarm went off. The king had never spent much of an effort to apprehend them, as the pirates took very little to really affect the trade route. The pirate ship showed itself only once in the distant, a black smudge upon the distance that the man in the crows nest had called out.

The sailors, whom had dealt with these pirates before, immediately identified them and prepared to elaborately lock the chests (Which contained not only gold, but details of the Thyconian government and other such reports), which had been working so far, when one of the Kitaz came up and made a suggestion for a trap. The sailors and boarders readily agreed and the plan was made. They stopped on a small island, apparently for the night, and walked into the woods only to circle back and wait in silence. The sailors had their bows ready and the boarders had their blades drawn and armor on. When the Pirate ship pulled up the Kitaz held up a hand to hold up the instinctive reaction to attack from the boarders and sailors.

After the pirates were well and truly into their raid, the Kitaz gave the signal. Fiery arrows sailed across the sky and landed on the sails of the pirate ship, the boarders roared from cover and split up each group taking a ship. The pirates panicked and went every which way, some trying to escape into the woods, other fighting, still others trying to save or steal a ship. The fight ended quickly with the pirates whom had stayed at the ship dead and only 5 had escaped to the woods. The pirates shipped was searched and there was a chest of around 500 gold pieces on it. The Kitaz returned with the escaped pirates corpses and small bag filled with about 100 gold. One of the Kitaz threw it on the ground. "The pirate was holding it." he said. The pirate ship and corpses were burned. All useful materials were taken off of the ship before the burning.

When Alo disembarked off the warship he was met with an impressive sight. A platoon of the Clans elite, Shieldbreakers, waiting in two lines making a hallway. They were the kings own judging by the symbols on their shields, arms and armors. An official presented himself to Alo with a small bow, "We are here to give you an honor escort to the citadel." Alo nodded and gave his thanks the official bowed again and gave an order to the platoon, who snapped to attention and prepared to march. The 5 Kitaz stationed themselves around the Chief Negotiator as the small army of Shieldbreakers accompanied them to the Citadel. Alo took this opportunity to observe the elite of the Clans. The Cratul Myrorion would most likely win in a battle...but it would be one hell of a fight..many would join Remor that day. Alo thought grimly. When they reached the Citadel the the honor escort gave a salute and dispersed. Alo was ushered into an audience chamber with the King of the Clans Altus. " Your Highness." Alo said with a bow. "I've come with an offer from King Uindar. He seeks an alliance with the Unified Clans of Atrusyr." Alo said this and waited.

Shores off of the South-East end of Thycona.

When the patrolling ships saw the two giant steel ships approaching they sounded the alarms with horns and formed a blockade. When they saw the flag of the Dawi flying on the mast they stood a bit shell-shocked for after a hundred years of practically zero contact,most of Thycona had assumed that they were dead and extinct. The ships conversed with the metal ships crew for a moment then set up an escort around the metal boat while sending a messenger bird to the capital, stating that the Dawi had returned and were seeking an audience.

Wyldereve, Council Chamber.

King Uindar reread the bird message a few times. "The Dawi are still alive and kicking? I thought they had died out years ago. But is this a good or bad sign?" The king muttered to himself. Then, he began giving orders. "I want 50 of the Cratul Myrorion to give an honor escort to the capital to our guests! Also, I want them to be given all the luxuries required from the Thyconians! The only day it may be said that the Thyconians are not welcoming of their guests is the day the Apocalypse happens!". King Uindar then sat down and began reading the reports that the Thyconian land traders and others, whom acted as partial spies for the Kingdom, had given regarding the activity of the other nations. The Empire was on the move stirring up activity and moving troops, and had sent an envoy to the Kingdom of Oryen that was almost immediately responded to. There was a rather large envoy from the Clans heading towards the Kingdom of Beltana and the Tuah'thane were making preparations to receive them. All of this worried Uindar the Empire most of all. This does not bode well...

Cratul Myrorion Training Grounds South of Wyldereve

Vaernis viewed the training of the 49,900 Cratul Myrorion with a satisfied air. There was hand-to-hand combat going on in a circle the combatants viciously trying to best each other, There was drills with the favored weapons of the Myrorion, the axe (as seen in their picture on the nation CS only with a spear point on the end of the hilt), there was a large group of them returning from both a week of survival in the wasteland, and a 2 mile run, the latter breathing lighter than expected of a two mile run in full gear.In Vaernis's opinion things were going well and the Myrorion were well and battle trained. There was only 49,900 because 100 of the Cratul were used as palace guards in Wyldereve. Behind him, there was 1,000 troops drawn from the military of the Thyconians largely infantry but some boarders, and archers thrown in. The Cratul Myrorion leader walked up to him and gave a bow saying "High General, it is an honor to have this visit. May I know the reason?" Vaernis turned towards the commander. "The High priest has seen a vision of coming war, and the King has ordered me to check all of our forces to make sure they are ready, and here is a thousand more troops for you." The commander looked on at the men, the grin obvious in his voice "Ah, new recruits, don't worry we'll make true warriors out of them yet. But what about the forces they came from?" Vaernis responded almost immediately. "Recruits have already been trained to replace them." The Cratul Myrorion leader looked at him "You think of everything don't you?" "It's my job."

RECAP

Chief Negotiator Alo arrived at Rowardar and is currently in an audience with King Matus
The King ordered preparations be made to receive the Dawi envoys
High General Vaernis checked on the Cratul Myrorion and is assured that they are combat ready, and has 1,000 new recruits for them.
King Uindar has received reports of political stirrings in the mainland.

[Aristocrap]

Haruud, capital of Kelesh:

The winds made Magistrate Inarra's robes dance around her lithe figure while she bobbed like a buoy on the top of her irontooth mount. She was flanked by a retinue of enforcers, two on each side, riding their own irontooths and clad in a combination of lamellar and plate. Inarra cast her icy glance around the city's streets. On more than one occasion, the look of the crawler skull she wore as a mask was enough to get a suspect to submit. But she wasn't out responding to a judicial notice today. Rather, Inarra rode to Kelesh with the intention of speaking to Lord Mordannon. Stubborn as he was, he had no choice but to heed the representative of the law in his own capital. This was especially true of the city's regular populace, and some scurried back into their homes or at the least avoided looking directly at the Magistrate as she passed.

When the five of them reached the flight of steps to Mordannon's estate, they dismounted and tied their irontooths, continuing up the steps of the ziggurat palace. It was no coincidence that the series of steps were devoid of activity as they climbed. Inarra's staff of office clinked against the stone as she climbed. Despite the incline and number of steps, not one of them slouched or wavered, as one of the "people beyond" might. The Ahrimdan were a graceful people and their movement belied the hardships they endured. The Magistrate and her retinue at last reached an entrance of double-doors, under guard by a pair of muscular veterans.

"Magistrate," the sentinel on her left uttered. "We... we had no knowledge of your arrival." He gave a curt, apologetic bow of his head.

Inarra nodded. "Now you do. I must speak with Lord Mordannon." Her voice was coldly impassive.

"Certainly, my lady. Follow me."

Leaving the guard at Inarra's right to watch the entrance, The other soldier led them into the passage and out of the cold. The palace's interior was decorated with murals of battle. Many were stylized interpretations of the Ancient Ahrimdans' war on the Dhrag. Sets of ornate armor stood watch on pedestals next to weapon racks. Had Inarra not known where she was, the livery and myriad of decorations would allow her an easy guess. She followed the guard through another portal, lifting aside a drape of beads to find herself in the main hall. Across from her was Lord Mordannon, seated on his throne, seemingly made of the bones of some giant predator. It's skull leered on the wall, well above the ruler's head. Upon noticing the Magistrate, he stood warily from his throne and took a step closer.

"Magistrate Inarra. A pleasant surprise," he lied. "Kelesh has had no legal problems. What brings you here?"

"You can relax, Mordannon. I'm not arresting anybody. However, I need you to comply with this order."

Inarra reached into her robe, revealing a sheet of parchment. One of the enforcers took it from her hands and read it aloud.

"By the order of His Radiance, the Sun-Emperor and the power Khathor has instilled in him, the province of Kelesh is called upon to meet a tithe of enforcers for the Dominion. One in thirty recruits will be selected and brought before the Turondur School of Law. These enforcers will be distributed among the five provinces of the Dominion and maintain vigil over the cities in an appropriate manner. The Emperor will deliver a message to you when the quota is met. Kelesh will be compensated for its service to the law and the good of the Dominion."

Mordannon sat back in his throne, scratching his neck. "The Emperor is concerned about crime? I didn't think the Dominion needed much policing."

Inarra ignored him. "Kelesh will meet this tithe, Mordannon?"

"Hm, yes, of course, Magistrate. But why should the Dominions enforcers all come from Kelesh?"

"Consider it an honor. The Emperor knows your people are best suited for the job."

A wry smile formed on Mordannon's lips. "Hah, of course he does! The Emperor will receive his tithe, Magistrate."

"As is necessary. Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Mordannon. May the sun shine brightly on Kelesh."

"As it does on Turondur," he replied.

With that, Inarra turned on her heel and left the chamber, her enforcers following suit.

Recap:
-Sun-Emperor Khathorvadeem and Magistrate Inarra are building security within the Dominion
-Province of Kelesh subject to tithe of new enforcers