The beginning of a new millennia. It's always something. Something big, from certain perspectives, yet something insignificant from others.

In Sengri Ta'hamurg it was big. It marked the start of a new era.

The holy royal couple decreed on the day of the thousandth year since the Great Collapse that the chosen people of the faith once more should seek to make the world theirs. The people rejoiced, and a great festival was planned in the great capital of Yurtihan in honor of great Murg, the God of gods. Emissaries were sent to the rulers of all neighbouring nations carrying invitations to the spectacle. Special honors were promised to the rulers of Yurtinin Veloth, The Holy Island of Veloth, as they were Sengri Ta'hamurgs greatest allies and comrades in faith. The festival would be held in three months time from the day the message was sent, which was on the winter solstice of the year 999.

Mercheants began stockpiling resources, resulting in an enormous increase in import from other nations near and far; precious gems from Irodeina, dyes from Kant, cattle for meat from Qinniy, exotic furs from Eranor, holy powder for fireworks from Nimoria, exquisite art from Al-Emikir, large printed religious tomes from Cryos, gold from Otistan, Brightvalor from Aerianna, velvet from Avalaysia and salts from Myration. Trade would be booming all around the land.

The expense would be great, of course, but the Sengri were prepared to go great lengths to ensure that their celebration of the new millennia was remembered throughout the ages.

And all the while, the Mhring of the eastern desert stirred...

United Islands of Myration
As the nation booms and is nearly at its former height from before the Exile War. There is one problem that needs to be addressed and it shall be addressed at the next gathering of the island kings.
(i'll edit this when i think of more stuff)

Siad-Bashooq, Najran Arena
16:30, 18th of February

The walls of Najran seemed impenetrable, giving the citizens of the ancient city a sense of security from the harshness of the desert. Wooden scaffolding littered the walls, where crews constantly attempted to maintain a dignified state on the city's protective barrier. The Najran clan was the wealthiest and most powerful in the entire province of Ta'if, and they were not afraid to show it. In the center of the city sat a large arena, providing seating for nearly 1,600 people. In the sheltered booths were the representatives of each of the 5 other clans, all surrounding the heavily guarded main booth. The most powerful man in the desert resided inside, known to his people as Siad-Bashooq. Decorated in exquisite silk robes, he watched the spectacle occurring inside of the arena. Two men donning meager armaments were battling it out with three armored giant scorpions, and were failing miserably. The vicious creatures, about the size of medium dogs, had the ability to paralyze a man with its sting and rip him in half with its pincers. A victory against these beasts meant fame and fortune for the often impoverished gladiators, and a loss meant that your remains were burnt during the nightly worship to the gods.

The Holy-Lord watched as one man was gutted by the beast, before injecting lethal venom into the sword arm of the other. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder, where a young Al-Emekir messenger passed him a note. Reading the paper, he was both joyed and annoyed by the fact that he had missed the spectacle of the victorious scorpions being rounded up by unlucky slaves. He read the paper, his voice cutting in and trailing as he read the scripture.

"You have been invited... millennial celebration... art collection..."

Turning to his assistant, he raised from his seat. In the native Shulam tongue, he announced his response.

"Send correspondence back East, we will be attending this ceremony. Contract my Clan seamstress, for we shall arrive with the latest styles that will shock the continent in its entirety. And my sculpters are to be contracted, the greatest artwork they have ever seen will bear the name of the Al-Emekir."
-------------------------

Ali-Buroj, Jeranova Desert Camp
22:00, 18th of February

The great general had waited for the Stars to guide him to the camp, his soldiers moving in a stealthy fashion. A nationalist, the great general had always believed that to be successful as an army, they must primarily know how to defend their clan's homes. Desert combat was a specialty, where the most important element was the survival of your soldiers between battles. Because of this, his men were known to be desert tacticians in their own right, formidable soldiers underneath the hot desert sun.

As the guards of the Rebel camp began to doze off on their nightly lax routine, the Al-Emekir soldiers moved in. Two hundred soldiers, stationed in on the Mi'Hala base surrounded the mountain side camp. Blowing his whistle, Ali-Buroj heard the whistling of crossbows in rapid succession. Six of the shots made their mark, the two remaining guards were swiftly put down in the second wave of arrows. Seconds later, he heard the roar of an elephant as the loaned Bashooq "tank" made its way towards the wooden gate, the weak part of the rebel palisade. The elephant blew through the gate, with hundreds of screaming soldiers filing into the base behind it.

Listening to the screams of his men assault the base, favoring the cutting of throats over taking prisoners was music to his ears. Peace time often bored his men, excursions from the boredom like this were often welcome despite often meaning a considerable amount of risk. The outnumbered rebels were often kept non-violent, however when a Clan leader learned of their location, the army often showed up for both the practice and the slaughter. He often took a large number of recruits, allowing them to gain experience that couldn't otherwise be gained.

What would happen when this rebellion was finally quashed?

Nine-hundred and ninety-two years. It was 992 years ago that the nameless orphan boy chosen by the Great Mother had been crowned River King and given the name 'Nijlon'; a name that out of respect of the man has never been given to another member of the Royal family. And it was 8 years before that that the scourge known as Ta'hamurg had been driven out by the Kantau. And the current River Queen was sitting in her silver throne, staring down at a servant who had relayed a message from an emissary from the nation that claimed descent from that scourge. River Queen Mata, the Second of her Name, was a young woman in her early twenties who many considered her to be quite beautiful with her dark skin, brilliant emerald eyes, and flowing golden hair. However, her appearance was marred by the dour expression that was always on her face. She was currently dressed in traditional dress, barefoot and topless with an exquisite and intricate blue and white skirt and a crown of silver studded with dazzling sapphires sitting atop her head.

She was silent as she thought about what the servant had just told her. The River Queen had been busy bathing at the time of the emissary's arrival, and so he had been asked to wait in the courtyard of the Palace to await audience with her. She had no qualms against Sengri Ta'hamurg itself, though they claimed to be descendants of Ta'hamurg and worshiped the same foul God. But she was curious as to why they would be having a celebration for the thousandth year since the fall of Ta'hamurg, considering what she knew of them it hardly seemed like it would be something they would celebrate. The Kantau, on the other hand, most definitely would; though it would take place in 8 years at the celebration of the millennium since River King Nijlon's coronation.

"So, a celebration in Sengri Ta'hamurg," she said slowly.

The servant nodded his head quickly, "Yes, your Grace."

Once more the River Queen stopped and thought, while the servant waited patiently. After a few more moment of deliberation she made a decision, "Fetch me the emissary, I wish to speak to him." Something didn't seem quite right to her, and she wanted to speak with the man carrying the message in person before making any final decisions.

"As you wish, your Grace," the servant replied with a bow, before making his way to the palace courtyard. The courtyard itself could also be referred to as a garden, due to the fact that it was composed of sections of lush and beautiful greenery with stone walkways set throughout. And the plants found there were not only plants native to Kant, but with species from far off corners of the world as well. It did not take long for the servant to find the emissary, and when he did he bowed his head before speaking, "The River Queen will speak with you now."

"I am honored" the emissary replies and follows the servant to the queen.

The servant led the man through the Palace, throughout the stone corridors to the River Queen's Throne Room. The Throne Room was a massive and spacious area, with a high vaulted ceiling and stone columns all along the side. Standing guard between the columns were men and women dressed in the armour and royal blue of the Royal guard, with muskets in their hands. The throne was located on a raised stone dais with a frame holding a dark blue curtain, which was currently open and exposing the throne and the River Queen sitting atop it. The wall behind the throne was painted with the image of a four-armed woman half-submerged in water, and the throne itself was built of beautifully carved white stone.

"So, I hear there is a celebration happening in your land," Mata II said, the same stern expression on her face as usual, "However, I wish to know more about it before I make any decisions."

"It is to celebrate the new millennium, and the great things it will bring to our world, your Majesty."

At that Mata raised an eyebrow. "Really? Your people would celebrate the fall of the civilization they hold in such high esteem?" she asked, still not entirely convinced, "Why?"

"We do not celebrate the fall, Highness, but the milennium. It is symbolic. A new beginning."

"I see," Mata replied, finding the idea of a millenium being symbolic of a new beginning idiotic. New beginnings occurred because of events, not because some arbitary amount of time had passed.

After a few more moments of deliberation she spoke up once more, "The responsibilities of running my Kingdom prevent me from attending myself, but I shall send a representative in my place." In all honesty she could have gone if she really wanted to, but she saw no reason to go herself. And she had no desire to travel all the way to Sengri Ta'hamurg herself for just for a celebration.

"Of course, Highness." The emissary said, bowed, and left.

As the emissary turned to leave, an angry glare fell across the River Queen's features. She quickly stood from her throne before the emissary had a chance to make it out of the throne room and barked out, "Halt!"

Then once the man turned she added, just as angrily, "You may have no more business here, but you do not turn your back on me until I have dismissed you. Do I make myself clear emissary?"

"I come here with the authoraty of my rulers, carrying their words in a message. While I wish to beg pardon for any offence commited, I also feel I must remind your Highness that any threat to my person is a threat to Sengri Ta'hamurg itself. Now, Highness, had we any more business or can I begin preparations for my journey home?" The emissary is calm as still water, an apologetic smile on his face.

"In Kant, an emissary's purpose does not excuse any rudeness. And when one is in Kant, one follows the laws of the Kantau," Mata replied, her face once more like stone as she sat back down on her throne, "You are dismissed."

Then, almost as an after thought, she added, "And I offer you a room in my palace to stay while you are preparing to return to your home."

"I graciously accept, Highness. Farewell."

Mata just nodded her head, and with that the servant who had lead the emissary returned and lead the emissary away, to one of the many beautifully furnished rooms in the River Queen's palace. Meanwhile the River Queen sat on her throne and thought. Who was she going to send to this celebration? She'd already said she would not be attending personally, but she wasn't sure who would be a good individual to represent Kant in Sengri Ta'hamurg. After several long minutes of deliberation a thought struck her, and she knew exactly who it was that she would send to the foreign celebration. A small smile came across her lips as she thought about it; she would send her younger sister, a fine choice as she was still of royal blood and, unlike Mata, her enjoyment of such activities had yet to shrivel up and die.

on a great long ship heading to do business with United Islands of Myration, was Reowyn the great warrior of Oethar. he was not a trader himself but as a service to his nation, he had agreed to be commander of the guards who protected the trading ships from pirates and thieves. the journey would be long, but they would be getting goods that their country needed. trading would lower their dependance on cutting down the trees of their forest in huge numbers and have food traded to them would mean less need for hunting the wildlife. there nation had expanded in its trading ambitions and countries like Myration were looking for kingdoms rich in resources to trade with, and Eranor was that sort of nation. the sea was calm this day which was a good sign from Eri that their journey would safe, and this made the crew happy to be on the beautiful water. Eranorians were very fond of sailing just as much as riding their horses. Reowyn wondered if ether his sword and shield would see a battle on this journey, and while he hoped for safe travel for the sake of their cargo, he did somewhat wish to be a battle. it was in his blood to be a warrior and fighting was what he was good at.

It had been 500 years since the Exile War had ruined Urbem Libera. Now its a booming city that holds the meetings for the High Council. The meeting which shall be held in a week shall discuss the recent topics such as unemployment and poverty rises with a dramatically increasing population, the canal project being planned by our eastern neighbors, the Qinniy Empire. The most recent rumors are that King Haerid is planning the colonization of the south coast, which was recently given to the nation by Cyro, King Geria is also rumored to be borrowing troops from Myra to "secure" the land under the Myraratur River border.

A small trading outpost is currently stationed at Myraratur River to trade with any nation coming through, such as Eranor.

Kalkyr Fortress Monastery
In the vast jungle environments of the Holy Imperium there could be nothing seen for miles, the only thing that would possibly stand out would be the incredibly tall peaks of the immortal mountain, the home of Underholm, the strongest military fortress to date. Time had been lost to any warrior and citizen of the Holy Imperium, it'd been a long time since the Ta'hamurg had fought them at the frontlines, and through honorable deeds and superior military skill they'd held the frontlines stagnant, non-moving, if not pushed back at times. The deeds of military feat during these days were still not even close to the times where the first god walked this earth, the son of the all creator.

However, in this open plane there's three long lines of black dots, due to the distance one would not be able to identify what was happening. Infront of these lines were a magnificent fortress, however it screamed of religious devotion, a fortress made for praying? Madness.. right? Not neccesarily, the way of praying and offering was through war, offering the blood of ones enemies to Ulmag, the all forger would satisfy him and the soldiers, the superior armour and weapons that Ulmag had gifted them with would be on a different league then most, thanks to fighting head to head with the Ta'hamurg the arts of tactics from such times have been told since long, and due to succesfully staying in the battle and not being consumed, they have become quite the military force, now adays the military is not very different in tradition nor coordination, however tactics and armour has continued to advance.

If we go up to the three lines of black dots thing's would start to happen, once we enter a good enough distance colors start to show themselves, identifying the figures as human, however there was yet a black figure standing tall above all, on his shoulder sat some kind of winged beast. Now we're above them, a seemingly endless row of soldiers, divided into three different lines, all lines were an army, or a legion. The figure at the front was covered in golden plated armour, his height would dwarf even the tallest of humans in the world, slung over his shoulder was a hammer carved out of the strongest metals and made into a figure much resembling a twin-headed eagle, two wings and two heads. The bird like animal on his shoulder burst up into the sky, it was, yet again, a twin-headed eagle, however now it was alive, it's eyes were red as blood and it's scream roared the entire area, it shoots up into the sky and dissapears as it's wings carry it beyond any normal speed.

Now the golden clad figure at the front of the three rows swung his hammer into his two hands, grabbing onto it with ease, however it appeared as if it would weight far above that of any normal weapon. The red cape of which was on his back concealed most of his left arm behind the shadows of the red cloth. Suddenly he rose the hammer above his head and as far as his arm reach could let him, mid extension the hammert suddenly burst into flames, however the hammer was still untouched. ''Ulmag! Hear my vow for thee! Through death I serve you, through darkness find you, through life I act as a vessel of your will. Therefor bring me victory so that I may do it again! Death for the loyal! Surrender your unloyalty and face execution. May he bring judgement and truth, and may we be his angels! His Death Bringers!'' The man shouted, behind him was a seperate row, a fourty long and two deep long row of elite soldiers, the Heavenly Guard. A military force known even across the other side of the world, far beyond the borders of the realm.

Infront of them, only about 50 meters was the Fortress Monastery, at the top walls were loyalist forcess, the Divine Order, soon a figure emerged behind the concealments of the grand walls of which protected the monastery from both sand and the enemy itself. ''I will not tollerate your besiegement of holy symbols, Caius!'' The voice echoed for long, it was a man well known as the truthsee-er, the path Maker. Cartlagir stood proudly in his rather light heavy armour, his loyal blue cloak surrounding most of his body below the neck and leaving only a little area of the front to be visible. ''Cartlagir! I would expect the unloyal traitor god would worry and send you here as a resolve! Well then, what did your visions tell you?!'' The golden figure screamed back, lowering the hammer and placing it back into the confines of his two hands, yet again, unknowingly, however, he was making a signal for the special, unique rifle company to slowly, and unknowingly get into firing positions. ''The God Emperor sent me here at a try for dimplomacy! War has plagued us for far too long! It even brough with it the Wrath of Ulmag!'' Cartlagir shouted, desperately trying to achieve diplomacy against this Lord of War, this Figure of Domination which stood before him. ''Peace? Hah! You're simply hiding your fact's, you recieved visions of your kingdoms downfall, and your refusing of giving me the truth, because you know that the truth is my servant! Not even your daughter could bring me over! How could you?!'' Caius replied, in his hand a golden chain, at it's end was a collar put around the throat of a beautiful woman. ''Amethyst!'' The scream of horror made even the girl cry as she knew, from previous attempts that attempting to fight back would end up with something worse then death.

''You Devil! How dare you call yourself the true ruler of this nation?! Ulmag would not possibly see any purpose in you! How could he have created such a monster? He couldn't! You're a devil, you don't follow the rules applied by the all forger!'' Caius smiled, his golden eyes shined brighter then the sun in this weather, and out of nowhere the eagle landed yet again, on the right shoulder pad. It's two heads acted independently but yet with harmony, it didn't look out of place, instead it was incredibly normal, it spread it's wings, spanning at an incredible two meter at each side, combining into four meters together. ''Ulmag is with me. The eyes of the creator is the eyes of this beautiful predator. We were forged in the Forgeries of War, our entire civilization revolves around warfare and yet this taint of a leader declare that peace should be brought to our lands and that the greatest warriors of the world should simply.. Go back to whence we came from? He is 72 seasons old, does he know of the horrors of war?'' Cartlagir was furious, almost in tears at the sight of his enchained daughter, the pride and reason of his life. ''We need to remove war for the sake of reason, if there is no war there will be no horrors to fight! Everyone will be brough together and out realm will be peaceful, ally with others and trade, our civilization will strive!'' Yet in tears of fury he tried to remain calm, collected and analytical, his tone did not show it, but his eyes did.

''No.'' Caius screamed in defiance. ''A Warrior, a soldier whom has experienced war knows. He will know that the horror is mental, ever present, it won't dissapear nor flee. Peace of mind is a nightmare, sleep is a terror unlike any other and simply seeing the faces of dead whom you've slayed has caused even me to loose faith in myself!'' He yelled, raising the chain into the air and forcing the princess on her feet. ''Warriors know. War is the only peace whom we recieve, an endless war is an endless peace, a quick war is a quick peace!'' He looked at the girl, her face was red due to her being almost naked infront of atleast twenty thousand soldiers, or actually, most likely because her father is looking at her in such a embarrasing situation.''Can you possibly stand infront of eight legions, the surviving 7% of the once ,million large pride, can you imagine standing infront of them and suddenly saying the following: In the name of our God Emperor we now embrace eternal peace, at the cost of over 7% of the population, a 100% of the once prideful militaries sanity. Would you dare humiliate and disgrace entire quad-cycles worth of warriors?''

''I don't care... As long as I have my daughter in my embrace I will do anything!'' Cartlagir pleaded, the soldiers behind him looked at the man in both surprise and disgust. Putting anything above the service of the God Emperor was traitorous, and the greatest tactician of all and the chosen man of Ulmag of all people. However this was an exception, the capabilities of a god was in works, a God of War. Caius was no common god, his capabilities to persuade and terrify were greatly archived. ''Don't listen to him, mi'lord...'' whispered a guard of the fortress monastery, however Cartlagir was lost to it, his daughter, loved secound only to the emperor in public and far beyond the emperor in private, he loved her beyond any other and in the hands of the unpredictable God of War anything could happen, a lot of them which Cartlagir didn't enjoy, he was getting constant vision of what could possibly happen, through the use of his magica he can see visions and at the sacrifise of servants of his order even converse with Ulmag.

Caius extended the arm which held the golden chain forwards, after a heart-skipping second he released the chain, making it fall to the sand and Amatheyst quickly burst into a run for the gates, without a question Cartlagir demanded the opening of the gates, not only that but Cartlagir ran down the staircase to greet his daughter, finally at the gate he could not even wait, he ran out of the monasteries confines and as he came to hug her the crying sound of a small explossion coming out of a rifle sounded the skies. Caius smiled and turned around walking back ground the central legion line. Cartlagir was suddenly pierced with pain and his daughter, well she acted as the dampener for the rifle round. ''Noo!-'' Screamed Cartlagir as he fell to the ground, infront of him he could see the lifeless face of his daughter and at the edge of his vision he saw the Heavenly Guard walk around him, suddenly, as he was lifted off the ground the pain became unbearable and he fell unconcious. The soldiers of the central legion fired their rifle companies, sniping off the men on the wall, it became a slaughter without the command of a unified leader, only a single company perished on the Mortuus Aquilas side, the true people of the Imperium's realm.

---

Divine Citadel - Mortan
''Mortus, dread hath taketh thee divine. Man of War, God of War, he hath conquered, once more.'' Spoke the God Emperor from his enourmous golden throne. ''My lord, I must apologyze, because what you speak of is entirely right. Cartlagir has been taken and the God of War has demolished yet another temple made in your honor. He is targeting your most holy structures, it won't be long untill he appear here, at the foot of the most holy icon of all, your living body, your essence.' The God Emperor looked around his hall, but finally ended up placing his eyes at the bowing champion clad in the strongest armor on the side of the Divine Order. ''Well then, let him taketh me...''

In the mountains of central Irodeina stood the mighty capital city of Iro it’s mighty walls had stood for centuries. Behind the wall in the Imperial place’s council room a meeting was taking place, Emperor Axaium drummed his figures on the hardwood table for one his advisor to speak up, “my lord we are hearing rumors that the Sengri Ta'hamurg is preparing a celebration for the great collapse.” One of the men at the table said, with this the aged Governor- Militant Tybal ran a hand through his snow white beard “that’s strange it’s like us celebrating the fall of our own empire,” he thought out loud. “It doesn’t matter we have our own matters to tend to. We will focus our efforts here in the north,” Axaium said moving the conversation to a different topic before continuing “the lands that not under our rule must be brought into the fold as soon as possible.” He motion to the map was layout on the table, “our first goal is to take the mountains to our north.” The Emperor order, he and his council go comfortable for a long meeting for planning an invasion.

On the Sea of Myration sailed three majestic boats. The Floating Angel, The Magic Mermaid, and The Sea Scroll. But what was even more glorious was the city they were sailing to, with many different names, it is called the City of the Free, Freedom city, but its official was is Urbem Libera. At the exact same time three different servants came up to each of the great kings in each of the majestic ships and said, "My lord, we are arriving at Liberty Port soon." Soon after the ships docked, the servants offered to lead the kings to the Great Hall. "I need no guide, I have been coming here since my father brought me here when I was year 5."

Inside the great hall which was inside the City of Freedom a list of tasks, problems, and topics were given to each king. After carefully looking over the list, King Myra broke the silence,

"In order to complete the trade system, we must push back those rats who call themselves civilized."

"I agree, those pest have been keeping us from the north for far to long." responded Geria.

"But without brave soldiers we cant take anything past the coast." said Jokan.

Myra while listening to them spoke, "Thats a simple problem, we enlist the help of the one nation that is supporting us, Eranor."

"I heard one of great power in the nation is traveling to the small trading town just east of the Myraratur River," said Geria "I will get a messenger to the town as soon as possible."

"Now to some of the minor problems, What will we do with the overpopulation?" asked Jokan. "My island can't hold anymore citizens."

"With the gold flowing in from the trade routes we control, I have managed to buy the southern coast of the bay from the nation of Cyro. The land is currently unpopulated, you may settled on it if you want my dear brother." said Haerid. (they arent actually brothers, they just refer to each other as brothers.)

"I have also been trying to get in touch with the kingdom of Oswaria to see to the buying of the northern coast." said Geria.

"Now onto the final topic, I'm planning on supporting the recent action of the Qinniy empire to finish a canal but I haven't got the men to do so." said Jokan.

"Not a problem, Me and Geria have also been planning on supporting it. In fact, we were about to bring it up before you did." said Haerid.

After discussing all the major topics, the kings left the council hall and returned to their ships. The actions they had planned were already going through as a messenger was just being sent off into the town on the mainland, A message was leaving Joka and quickly arriving at the Qinniny Empire, and men were already getting organized to sail to the Qinniy Empire as workers and the Myraratur Republic as soldiers. A messenger is also being sent to Oswaria too about buying land

TL;DR

A message is being sent to Eranor to start a war with Myraratur Repubic

The southern coast of Myration Bay is being colonzied.

Sending men to Qinniy Empire to help build canal

Organizing men to attack Myraratur Republic coast

the sea was calm sight a to Reowyn as he and the crew of the longship continued on their journey to the United Islands of Myration. it was winter back in his country, but here further south it was warmer and this was a good reason why they traded with Myration, they could offer them fish for the winter months when food was scarce in their cold environment, this would solve several of their problems with food shortages during the winter. they were pretty far away from their home and Reowyn didn't know much about the types of men that lived south. but so far Myration had been a great ally to have with their big supplies of fish to trade and also their stone which helped with the fortifying of towns in Eranor. they also traded salt which was good for keeping the meats from going bad. trade with the island nation had benefited Eranor greatly and now they had an ally who would help expand their trade to other nations.

war was coming soon to Myration, that was what Reowyn heard. this made him a little excited since it had been a long time since he had fought in a big war and it offer the perfect chance to improve his skills on the battlefield. after a while of sailing, Reowyn spotted a ship far off in the distance and soon saw that it was a ship from Myration. this was strange, usually they wouldn't a Myration ship when they were the ones going to the kingdom to trade. no matter confusion there was no doubt that it was ship fro Myration. the question was, what were they doing in these parts of the sea? he guessed that he would soon find out. once the ship came close enough, Reowyn called out to them, "greetings friends, what brings you to these waters?"

The messenger told Reowyn the messege, "The Four Kings want to speak to you, Its of great urgency." that was all he had to say.

Thousands of troops were rallying at the great port of Ratira, it's rumored that the Holy Hammer(King Jokan) himself will lead the attack against the rats, with the assistance of King Haerid's assistant, who is often called the Battle Seer. He is rumored to be able to plan the perfect battle strategy, he is also rumored to have survived all ambushes from the exile war, being able to predict and is always one step ahead of the enemy. We plan to attack either in late spring or early summer

Colonists have already set sail for the southern coast of the Myration Bay, with enough supplies to build multiple small villages, they are expected to flourish. a fourth of the population is expected to move to the new area. We are currently awaiting Oswaria's response to the message sent, workers sent to the Qinniny Empire are awaiting orders, and we sent a messenger to cyro to discuss the the movement of the Neutral-Myaration Border.

TL;DR
Massing troops to attack Myraratur Republic in late spring-early summer
Wants to discuss the move of the Neutral-Myaration Border with Cyro
Setting up villages at southern shore of bay
waiting for Oswaria's response to land buying message
Workers at Qinniny Empire awaiting orders

The celebration held in the spring of the year 1000 is unprecedented in the history of Sengri Ta'hamurg. For an entire week the city is turned into a festival, with all sorts of wonders from all over Menora being displayed in every street and at every square. The foreign dignitaries are very well taken care of, their every need satisfied. A great banquet is held in the palace at the summit of the celebration, and all people of importance in the city have been invited. When dinner is done, the holy royal couple adresses their guests directly. At this the thousandth year since the fall of the old empire, Sengri Ta'hamurg wishes to once again reach out to the world. Not in the way of their ancestors, but rather in peace and understanding. They would request that missionaries in the service of Murg are allowed to build temples and spread the faith in the countries of the dignitaries visiting the celebration. As a sign of goodwill, Sengri Ta'hamurg will open its borders to missionaries of other religions.

Regardless of their answers, the dignitaries are treated with the utmost respect at all times and are cheered for by the population of Yurtihan as they leave for their homes after the celebration is done.

---

In the eastern desert, news are travelling from clan to clan: the djinnae has called for a meeting of the council of eight. People are curious and nervous at the same time.

Tl;Dr
- The celebration is held. It's marvellous.
- Sengri wants to have mission rights for its faith in other countries, and offers the same in return.
- The Mhring are gathering for a great council.

Ever since Queen Scarlet's takeover 6 years ago the Royal Guard has been decomissioned. The Reason? They stood by the side of the former king and they were basically the fuel of the rebellion that attempted to punish the new ruler. Ever since the rebellion was crushed 3 years ago the remaining members of the Royal Guard have been hunted down like sick dogs. Yesterday two more former Royal Guard members were captured in the forest near the capital of Belcoast.

Back in the capital a man on a horse stops in front of the palace gates. "Halt! State your business!" Says one guard as he stops the man. "I am a messenger from the United Islands of Myration. I have a message for your queen." Said the man as he showed the rolled paper with the seal of Myration. The guard inspects the man and then turns around, looking at the other guard besides him. Then both guards open the gate, allowing the man to enter.

Inside the palace the queen was in her quarters, writing. A guard disturbes her. "I am sorry my queen. There is a messenger from Myration here to see you. He is in the main hall." Said the guard with his head lowered. "A messenger?" Said the queen who pushed the guard out of her way and headed towards the main hall at a fast pace with The Masked following her. The man was basically her shadow. She wasn't going anywhere without him. After arriving at the main hall Queen Scarlet sat on her throne as she looked at the messenger with a serious and arrogant look. Not long after that Supreme Commander Berilius arrived inside as well. "I was told you want to see me. Well, state your business messenger!" She said.

"I have this message for your majesty from our king." He said as he handed over the message to a guard who instead took it and gave it to the queen. She opens the message and she looks at the writings inside. After about a minute she throws the message away upset and she rises from the throne as she heads over to the messenger. "Who do you people take me for? Do you actually think i'm that stupid to accept a foreign power to build settlements in my territory? She said as she grabbed the messenger by his chin with her left hand.

"My Queen. It shouldn't be much of a problem. Afterall everybody knows that Myration dosen't even have a land army. besides...if memory serves me correctly, I remember that their cities have overcrowding problems." Said Berilius. As Queen Scarlet looks at him her face quickly changes as she becomes more relaxed. "Of course. How could I forget about those aspects. Messenger! Go back to your king and tell him that I accept his offer. And tell him that he can build settlements on that part of our territory. But I will not allow those settlements to grow bigger then a village. Also tell him to keep in mind that we have a military base close to that area. And as of tomorow I will inform them of the situation. Now begone." Says the queen as the messenger leaves, going back to his Myration with the news.

TL;DR
- Two more members of the former Royal Guard have been captured and imprisoned. They are awaiting their sentence.
- Queen Scarlet has accepted Myration's offer to buy land. But also warned of the military presence in the area.
- Four wyverns have attacked the town of Telasero. All wyverns have been killed but at the cost of 3 archers, 2 javelineers and 7 civilians.