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.