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The Mantodean League
NPC



Territory:

Species:Human, Elf, Many other species from across Ishtar looking to do business.

Religion: The Church of the One. Although the Church has somewhat less power in the League than it does in places like the Valanor Accord.












The Bestia Horde
High Chiefdom of Bestia
Castle Dire




Auguba took a large sip of Khudarian wine, savoring every moment of flavor. As soon as the last parcel of wine left the goblet his slaves immediately moved to refill it, without a single gesture or order leaving his mouth.



If that was not proof of dominance and strength what was? And yet Auguba knew that many of his fellow kinsmen, the great Beastmen, would view this as weakness. As if fine wine, a luxurious chamber, and loyal slaves was something to be ashamed of. Truly they were envious, dimwitted animals by every margin. If they were smart they would feign friendship and acceptance, before killing him while he lay drunk.

With this in mind Auguba glanced at the door to the outer chamber, where his so-called loyalist all slept drunk and fatigued from last night’s feast. He needed to get them hooked on this good life, enough where they would do anything to remain in his good graces. Yet there was also the danger of them deciding they liked this life enough to take it from him, make it their own. Which was why he never slept in the same room as any who wasn’t a slave of his. That and Auguba believed he was above the barbarity of sleeping in a public chamber amongst the stanke and debauchery of his fellows.

Auguba was a High-Chieftain after all.

“Sire!” Screeched a decrepit beastman, scurrying towards him. “What is your will?”

Auguba finished another goblet of Khudarian wine. Once more it was refilled. “Awaken this lot, Bobogi!”

Bobogi kneeled “At once sire!”

Bobogi grabbed a large stick and began poking and even hitting the sleeping occupants. “Up! Up you animals! Party is over, it's a new day! Get up!”

At once the snarls and insults began, his guests clearly unhappy at the sudden disturbance of their until now peaceful slumber.

From another private room that had beads and string rather than a real door, emerged a she-beast who examined the commotion with little amusement. She imminently walked to Auguba.

“Witch” Spoke Auguba. “I trust the festivities were to your liking as always.”

“I suppose they were.” Said Xandla, a Malum-Satyri/beastman halfblood with some interesting physical features from her long beastmen heritage. “I do prefer the company of my slaves over your guests. Speaking of which.”

Xandla snapped her fingers and three slaves emerged from her chambers. Well two slaves and her apprentice, but the girl was basically a slave with extra steps in Auguba’s eyes.

The other two slaves were both young men, one a human and the other a kerk. Between the two boys was the so-called apprentice, a human as well. Twiddling her fingers in worry.


Xandla handed a small sack to the girl. “Take this to the altar and prepare it, I shall be making another sacrifice today.”

“Yes master” said the girl with a bow.

Xandla looked to the Kerk. “Go with her.”

The kerk slave bowed his head and walked off with the apprentice; eyeing the girl with some vague expression of annoyance.

Keeping kerks as slaves was a near impossible feat. Auguba could only hope that Xandla knew what she was doing.

Auguba took another deep sip of his Khudarian wine and shouted. “Bring me my horde captains!”

He moved to his throne that stood at the forefront of the feasthall. Another slave refilled his coblet.

Xandla shooed her human slave boy away and stood by Auguba’s side, much to the irritation of Bobogi, who took his position at Auguba’s other shoulder.

Suddenly a figure jumped down from the rafters, landing elegantly on the throne’s head.

“Yes Auguba?” Question Cito, the Impius-Vaala, and one of Auguba's horde captains.


“Off my throne.” Said Auguba bluntly. “It was expensive.”

“No fun.” replied Cito, cartwheeling off the chair and onto the space in front of Auguba.

Behind Cito stood 3 other figures. The other Horde Captains.

Klepper the gnoll.

Gorag the beastman.

Amberall the Malum-Satyri.


Horde Captain Revain was nowhere in site. As per usual, the man must have not deemed it worth his time.

Auguba took yet another sip of his Khudarian wine. “My compatriots, I’m sure you have all indulged in the pleasures I have to offer.”

Amberall’s face lit up with a big smile and nodded. “Indeed your greatness. The food and wine was tantalizing to the tongue, the music heart pounding, the company most worthy, and the slaves easy on the eyes.”

She must have been up all night rehearsing that.

“I agree.” Spoke Gorag, the large beastmen tapping his claws upon his blade. “However, I feel that one thing was missing.”

Oh here we go.

“DEATH!” Gorag boomed, all others in the room jumping or staring in unease.

“Death indeed.” Cackled a clapping Cito. Auguba could never get a read on her. The Vaala freak.

“My lord.” Klepper managed to get out. “Is there any work that needs doing?”

Auguba took another sip of wine and nodded at Bobogi; who pulled out some ragged scroll and began reading.

“As of now collecting tributes from the elven blood clans to the north is all that remains to be done until next season’s collection”

“Well then my lord.” Interrupted Cito with a devilish smile on her face. “May we have permission to raid southward? Pretty please? I’ve been soooo bored lately.”

Auguba took another sip of wine this time unamused. Again? Raid the Valanor Accord again? These guys had no taste.

“Do as you please.” Said a bored Auguba. “But don’t blame me if something goes wrong. I’m not assembling a great horde for your whims, only my own.”

With a gitty laugh Cito and the other captains left to prepare their warbands.

Xandla and her remaining slave returned to her chambers to gather ingredients or some such.

Auguba returned to his chambers as well, to sit upon his balcony and watch as his soldiers scurry about like ants. Bobogi followed him and began speaking of political matters.

“Warchief Jukon speaks of your weakness my lord.” Said Bobogi. “He believes you to be a milk-drinker. A piss-a-bed scum of the lowest sort.”

“Thank you Bobogi, I get the point.” Auguba said, trying to get his servant to shut up.

“He says you are nothing sire! Not better than a human he calls you! Fat, lazy, and weak hearted on all fronts!”

“That is enough Bobogi!” Auguba raised his voice. “You may take your leave.”

“Y-yes sire” said Bobogi, whittling out of the chamber. Auguba wondered if Bobogi was just dense or if those were his own thoughts given words. The little bastard.

Auguba contemplated the Jukon situation.

Warcheif Jukon was one of the many savages out there jealous of all Auguba had obtained. Him and his whole bloody herd of axe-dragging animals; who felt they should rule just because they figured out how to attack defenseless farmers and know the best way to kill a man slowly while only having just figured out basic concepts such as clothes and baths.

Uncultured swine.

Auguba went to take a sip of wine but found his lips dry. What was the meaning of this? He turned to his slaves who frowned, the women shaking their heads as if to tell him no.

“We have ran out of Khudarian wine my lord.” said a slave girl with a frown.

Auguba was silent.

“Shall I fetch you another brand?” Asked a different slave near the chamber entrance.

No more Khudarian wine? NO MORE KHUDARIAN WINE!? Was Auguba not a great high chieftain? Was Auguba not the master of these lands, of these halls? Yet he was powerless in the face of an empty goblet.

This was an outrage! This could not be allowed to stand!

Suddenly an epiphany came over Auguba. Yes this was perfect. This was exactly what he needed. The inspiration for greatness and the means to deal with Jakon and any others who dared to defy the canvas of Auguba’s majesty.

Auguba began laughing out loud, causing the slave girls around him to join him nervously.

“Bobogi!” Auguba shouted, continuing his laughter. “Bobogi come here now!”

“You called sire!?” Asked a worried Bobogi, scurrying into the chamber.

Auguba held out his goblet, pointing at his fellow beastman. “Bring me Revain at once Bobogi.”

Auguba turned to a slave girl. “And yes, a new brand of wine will do. How about an Itillia raspberry.”

“As you command” Said the slave girl.

Auguba stood up and walked to his balcony. “I have changed my mind!”

Auguba’s captains, soldiers, and slaves looked up from the yard below, ceasing their activities.

“Call upon all the warchiefs! For we shall commence a grand raid of the south! The true south! For too long long we have wasted time on Thakis, Valanor, and the Duchy of East Orduin! I seek greater prizes in lands untouched!”

The slave girl with the Itillia Raspberry returned in a timely manner and filled his goblet. He took a big sip of it and held the girl with his free arm.

“We shall amass a great fleet and raid Caslan, Xodia, Nagintyar, Basmarra, even the bugs will quake before us!”

Auguba’s horde began to cheer and howl in animalistic delight.

Auguba raised his goblet high above his head in a almost godly manner, letting out a booming roar. “But most importantly we shall finally raid the great lands of Khudara!”

The howls of the horde were loud, the cheers of bloodlust and possibility mixed with the cries of excitement and eagerness. All eyes were on Auguba. It was moments like this that Auguba adored the most; the feeling of dominance that few of his fellows could truly understand. Fear can only get you so far. It is love that truly makes an army dangerous. And this army would love Auguba by the raids end. He just needed a fleet first.

However even this was but a secondary goal.

One way or another Auguba would have that damn Khudarian wine.
@Crusader Lord
A Letter Received at the Thakis Border.

To the Honorable Pharess of Thakis

May the light of The One touch your heart, and may your own gods grant you comfort. I Marcus Ordaius “He Who Seeks” the head of the Church of the One, would like to humbly request you allow the knights of the Truelight Order to enter your territory. Pilgrims making their way through the lands of the Bestia Horde to and from Thakis are in need of protection from beastmen, bandits, slavers, and other such threats, and I felt an organization not affiliated with the Legionary Council would be more palatable than an Accord Legion serving as guards. Likewise, the Accord Generals would not allow Thakis forces to enter the territory they believe to be theirs by right on account of it belonging to the former Free Emirates. Truelight Order Grandmaster Lucius has already been informed, and is agreeable to the plan. This will not be a particularly large force, but more so multiple moderately sized ones that were going to make the pilgrimage themselves anyways. I understand you have been reinforcing your borders recently and would hate for any misunderstandings to occur on either side. I am a gambler you see, it is my weakness as all living things (and undead) have at least one. I am willing to bet my money that a few words from you can make this whole process infinitely easier not only for the faithful of the Accord, but those living in Thakis as well. I await your response; hopeful for a compromise.

Marcus Ordaius, “He Who Seeks”
The Bestia Horde (The High Chiefdom of Bestia)
NPC

Territory:

Species: Beastmen (Beastmen sub-species/mixbreeds), Humans, Elven Minority.

History: The High Chiefdom of Bestia (Known to many as The Bestia Horde) was once the foremost frontier region of the empire, despite its lush greenery it proved hazards from odd weather, hostile human tribes, elven extremist seeking to imitate the Pale, and of course countless beastmen remnants who were not chased all the way northward.

The Orduin Empire flip-flopped between controlling the land and loosing it over the years. They were making significant strides before the bug invasion, with no major conflicts, the Imperial Legions became more and more obsessed with controlling the region and had begun using it as a staging ground for northern expeditions.

However, when the empire fell so too did all authority it had in the region. The Imperial garrisons either returned south or defected entirely, joining with local tribes.

During the days of chaos many would be unifiers rose up in the wild region, only to be scattered by outside forces, or at the hands of a rival warlord or chieftain.

In the year 2610 a Beastman by the name of Auguba, born with far greater intellect than was common for one of his kind; managed to subdue the other tribes and clans, uniting beastmen, human, and even the Elven Blood Clans into a power known as the High Chiefdom of Bestia, or to those outside of the land, the Bestia Horde.



For years the horde only partook in small-scale raids, however in the year 2617 IC the Bestia Horde took advantage of a war between the Valanor Accord and the Free Emirates of the Northern Wastes; to invade the Free Emirates while they were weakened, taking most of the now defunct nation's land for themselves, killing and enslaving all who didn't flee.

The Bestia Horde as continued to terrorize the region, an ever constant source of harassment for the Valanor Accord, along with Thakis, The Yuukoman Empire, the Duchy of East Orduin (now belonging to the Roaming-Hills), and even the Kycer of Caslan. However, the High King of the horde has begun to acquire more exotic tastes, and now looks to the south for a new source of entertainment.

Government: The “unity” presented by Auguba is a hoax, and in reality the tribes and clans of the region simply pay a monthly tribute to Auguba, and join him in raids. Besides that they are free to act as they desire, when they desire, including wars with each other.

Culture: The High Chiefdom is made up of various tribes, clans, and warbands from the races of human, elf, and most of all beastmen. The human tribes in the region are many, and fierce warriors in their own right, yet compared to larger barbarian hordes such as the Roaming-Hills they are little more than glorified bandits; however when pared with the other species in the Horde of Bestia, they prove to be an often decisive force in battle. Even so, despite being one of the region's initial inhabitants they are at the bottom of what passes for a social caste within the horde; which while not really enforced or written down, is felt by how the other creatures look down upon and mock the humans. They are still however, treated much better than any outsider would be, doubly so for slaves taken from raids in the lands beyond.



Before the fall of the Empire, elven extremist groups attempted to reawaken the Pale, or otherwise find the secrets to their power; crafting communes where they thought the Pale stadged their invasion. However, they all failed and those that didn’t mysteriously disappear turned to the savage ways of the local inhabitants, becoming what is known as the Elven Blood Clans. These Blood Clans carry on many of the ways of their predecessors, preparing particularly agonizing deaths and torture for half-elves and elves who take on human lovers/spouses. They kidnap any elves they find to try and “undo the brainwashing” through physical and psychological breaking. All of this despite the fact that they seem perfectly willing to go on raids with human tribes.



Beastmen make up a large portion of the local inhabitants, with many having fled to the region after the beastmen wars, or returning in the years that followed. They are horrid amalgamations of man and beast, with most barring horns of bulls and goats, and hairy hooved legs, and the heads of animals. Some have tentacles serving as beards or protruding from their backsides, and arms. Others take on horse or bird like features that seem haphazardly grown, without any thought to functionality and purpose.







Others meanwhile have taken on forms that can not be described easily with words. Baring little resemblance to any true animal, instead displaying a visage that has yet to be fully understood.



The beastmen in the region have picked up some of the local ways, and while they are still savages, show some noticeable signs of civility in comparison to their far northern kin.

For example the idea of someone kneeling before you as something to be rewarded rather than mocked, as the beastmen in the region have come to appreciate the idea of someone choosing to follow out of emotions other than fear or dominance. Even so, fear and dominance is still a very rooted belief system in the beastmen halls; which compels them to raid southward by land into the Valanor Accord, the Yuukoman Empire and Thakis or across the sea to Caslan, The Lunar Tribes, and lands beyond.

While purebred Beastmen vary in size and shape, leaving little room to distinguish them, there are a select few sub-species with notable characteristics.

Gnolls: A type of hyena/dog/wolf beastman that spawned from the experiments of mages, attempting to create an artificial beastman to aid the Orduin Empire in the beastmen wars. The Gnolls did indeed fight the other true born beastmen but they also killed most of the mages who made them along with countless other Imperial citizens. In the end they were chased north with the rest of the beastmen at the end of the war. Most of them were killed but they began to procreate with human, elf, and beastman populations; the offspring of which were always indistinguishable from pure-breed gnolls. Some say the Gnolls are just mindless beast, little better than the Beastmen they were spawned to destroy; however do not be fooled, behind every seemingly senseless slaughter there is an overarching agenda at play. The intelligence of the Gnolls is not to be underestimated.



Malum-Satyri: When the Satyri were chased south by the beastmen hoards many were captured and enslaved. Others settled in the northern region, unaware that they were right in the middle of what would become a beastmen hot spot. Years of interbreeding between the Satyri with Beastmen (along with humans and elves on occasion) have created a wicked subspecies known as the Malum-Satyri, a group that maintains many of the cultural aspects of regular Satyri but are generally more mischievous, violent, greedy, and bloodthirsty. Physically they will look more human, elven, or animalistic(beastmen) depending on how much of each species their ancestors interbedded with. A Malum-Satyri with a beastmen father will have more obvious animal traits than one who has a history of humans in their lineage. Like their sister species, the Malum-Satyri are a matriarchal people, with a significantly higher rate of female birth compared to male births; which lead to what few purebred males they have to be house-keepers whom the village/clan of multiple wives and children are built around. Unlike regular Satyri, Malum-Satyri, especially younger ones, tend to leave the village in search of glory, fortune, a private mate of a foreign species, power, or otherwise make a name for themselves in some way while having some good old fashion fun. It is not until they reach their mid-life that they become more interested in joining or starting a village and the continuation of their species. This overall causes the population levels of Malum-Satyri to be much lower than their sisters in Thakis, doubly so for purebloods, but is by no means too small.



Malum-Satyri Male


Impius-Valaa: Descendants of a Valaa Streak that believed they had lost their ways, and only by reembracing their animalistic heritage could they regain the strength they once had. To achieve this they traveled to the mainland and traveled the world as mercenaries, eventually finding themselves in the far north, beyond the Ishtar map. When they returned years later they no longer held a resemblance to what they once were; fully embracing the ways of the beastmen, with many holding beastmen blood in their veins. These Valaa began interbreeding with the human and elven populations in order to fight against inbreeding. This too changed the Impius-Valaa, into a species that can only be described as uncanny to both human and Valaa alike; giving off a sense of unease that effects many whom they interact with. However despite the resemblance to humans/elves the Impius-Valaa are much more violent and animalistic then main-branch Valaa; while holding the capacity for malice, spite, and evil familiar to creatures of high intelligence; resulting in a species that is the worst of man and animal with few of the good qualities of either. The Impius-Valaa come in the form of bloodthirsty animals always on the hunt for weak and vulnerable prey, or mischievous, pranksters who’s ideas of humor could prove rather morbid or horrifying to those at the butt of the joke. They are a very temperamental species, who can be laughing one minute and then brutally slaughtering something mere seconds later.



Economy:The economy of these lands are in shambles, with raiding being the only real way the hordes gain anything of value. There are farms of barley, wheat, and potatoes, as well as pig, cattle, and chicken; however these farms serve mainly to produce food for the overlords of the land rather than trade with foreign powers. Some of the human tribes in the most southern region are more open to trade, however they are the minority.

Religion:Only the bravest of missionaries dare to venture into the lands of Bestia. And few have ever attempted to study the local customs of the inhabitants and lived to tell others what they found.

Military:The Bestia Hordes are very unorganized in terms of their military ability, however some claim the gnolls have recently taken up more traditional military styles. For the most part every tribe and clan has a warchief that leads it and a number of captains under them. These warchiefs in theory obey High-Chief Auguba, but this is rarely true in practice.
Valanor Accord
Itillia
Hesper’s Rest
The Keep of Azurefall


The chamber was comfortable if nothing else; natural light came through the windows and sturdy chairs, aligned along a table in the corridor. One could almost forget this is where the most powerful men and women in the Valanor Accord gathered to discuss the future of the nation.


General Giaus looked around the empty room, these thoughts flowing through his head. It was not often all six of them were gathered at the same time, away from the fronts, but the war effort against the Accord’s various foes had been going well enough.


The only other person in the room was General Hexilda the queen of Gathland and head of the 6th Legion. Giaus meanwhile, was from a family of nobility so low there were a great many peasants richer than him. What would a queen have to talk about with a guy like him?


Nothing was the answer. The two of them sat there and awkwardly tried to make small talk. But, the Queen of Gathland, clearly wasn’t interested in breaking pointless words. Or maybe she just wasn’t really good at it.

Hexilda was a woman who kept herself busy. She had both a kingdom as well as a legion to run, and she also had to review and vote on policies presented by the rest of the Legionary Council. Impressive for such a young lady.

Giaus on the other hand really wasn’t anything outside the Legion. He didn’t even own a home technically. He had joined the legion when he was young; having failed to find a lord to serve as a hedge knight.

He ended up doing well in the Legion, his uncle was a centurion; and taught him a strong foundation for tactics. Giaus had also led levies and city guardsmen in a few minor battles against bandits and raiders so he already had some recognition when he signed on.

Before long he was rising in the ranks; although it felt more like it was because the right combination of people died or retired rather than him impressing his superiors. In the end the position of 5th Legion General just fell on his lap.

Hexilda meanwhile shot up the ranks just six years after joining. Partly because of her political position, as the rest of the Legionary Council felt it would ease tensions with the vassals to have one of them on the council. However, it was also because she had quickly stood out amongst her peers for ability to lead soldiers into impossible situations.

“Settle down I can hear you two laughing from three floors down.” chimed General Hyperion, overly amused by her own attempt at humor.


Giaus appreciated it, giving the woman a smile. Hexilda raised an eyebrow “We weren't talking; I believe you’re mistaken.”

Giaus and Hyperion shared a glance at the Gathland queen; who returned an expression of genuine confusion.

A look of realization washed over Hexilda. “Oh, you were joking….haha. Yes, very humorous.”

“We will have to work on that dear.” Said the General of the 2nd Legion.

General Hyperion was considerably old for a woman of her chosen profession. There was a time when she lived a regimented and organized lifestyle, which helped in building a healthy body that could carry her into her later years.

Hyperion could not seem to get comfortable in her chair, readjusting her position a few times as she spoke. “So we still seem to be missing half our number.”

“Actually we are less than half.” Said Hexilda. “Prince Nero will be here representing Emperor Ancel at this gathering.”

“Prince Nero?” Hyperion mused. “Glazer won’t be happy about that, the two of them have never hid their dislike for each other.”

“The dislike is one sided.” Giaus chimed. “General Glazer has never paid Prince Nero any devoted thought, at least not openly, and never for long.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Said Hyperion. “Still Prince Nero has always been a temperamental boy; you two may not see it, but I can tell he’s the type who bottles things up, letting his emotions explode at junctures beyond his control. Isn’t someone like that a danger to the council? He is a prince after all, bastard half-brother he may be.”

“He thinks he knows what is best for the Emperor.” Spoke General Zeal, entering the corridor, flanked by two of her fellow elven warriors. “He is a spoiled child. His excellency, Emperor Ancel needs the guidance and protection of the Legionary Council to secure his life and rule. Nero threatens our glorious Emperor with his poisoned words.”


The general of the 3rd Legion, General Zeal. Was a member of elven nobility from one of the Light-elf city states within Accord territory. True to her name, she fought for the Empire with a devotion few could match. Her lineage could be tracked all the way back to the first Navarros colonies in Valanor, having distant blood relations with nearly every elven ruler in the region.

General Zeal looked to her elven soldiers. “Leave us.”

The two other elves nodded and left the room, as Zeal took a seat near the head of the table. “I don’t much care for the queen mother, but she is at least in agreement with the council. Nero is actively hostile, and he likely intends to bring the Emperor down that path with him.”

Giaus rubbed his chin. “You believe he intends to turn the Emperor against the Legionary Council?”

“Impossible” Interrupted Hexilda. “The Emperor derives his power from this council, not the other way around. The Accord has always operated in this manner, since before it even had a royal line to fight for.”

Hyperion tapped her fingers against the table. “Indeed; even if Ancel were to try and turn against us what can a child do? His father was a grown man with a strong support base and even he caved in to the council’s demands, he even took the wife we picked for him. Remember Zeal?”

General Zeal looked at Hyperion with an eyebrow raised. “I would not put it so crasley General Hyperion. What we did for the late Emperor Palen, may he sit with The One in the heavens, was for his own good, as well as the good of the Accord and the Orduin Empire. Although admittedly we should of put more thought into the fates of the Emperor’s children.”

“I’m sorry?” Questioned Hexilda. “Care to elaborate?”

“Neither of us were on the council at the time.” Said Giaus. “Same with Apocrypha and Glazer, although Glazer’s father was there if I’m not mistaken.”

“He was.” Said Zeal. “Me, Hyperion, Glazer’s late father, and the rest of the Legionary council at the time were preparing to defend against a host from the Duchy of East Orduin, as well as fight off the Free Emirates of the Northern Wastes, and secure our borders against northern barbarians and the Bestia Horde, as well as coastal pirate lords.”

“On top of that we had internal conflicts to deal with.” Said General Hyperion. “It was a chaotic time indeed, and our hands were rather full. Meanwhile the Petty Kingdom of Hortshire was growing distant from the rest of the Accord, dragging their feet or ignoring our decrees.”

General Zeal folded her hands. “Thus, the council decided it would be best if Emperor Palen married a Hortshire princess, that of course ended up being Lady Selene the Queen Mother.”

“Unfortunately.” General Hyperion injected. “Emperor Palen already had a sweetheart in his life. Lady Grey, who as you may know was little more than a political prisoner from a minor noble family in the Duchy of East Orduin, with barely any real value as a hostage much less a wife to the Emperor.”

Hexilda nodded in understanding. “So Lady Grey was set aside, for Lady Selene and the children she bore with Emperor Palen we removed from the line of succession.”

Giaus turned towards Hexilda. “Actually they were never married. So Lady Grey wasn’t exactly set aside. Nero and Cipher were always going to be bastards. There was nothing to remove them from.”

Hyperion shook her head. “Emperor Palen certainly wanted to marry Lady Grey, he tried many times but the Legionary Council wouldn’t allow it, it would be a waste of such an important political bargaining chip; or so that is what the others argued. Had the Emperor married Lady Grey as he desired, Nero and Cipher would have been the legitimate prince and princess of the empire, at least here in the Accord.”

“Which brings me to my point.” Said Zeal, arms folded. “Prince Nero is likely spiteful that he lost the throne and seeks to usurp the title from his younger half-brother, and do away with the Legionary Council. He is a danger not only to the Accord but the Emperor himself. Only we of the Legionary Council can guide the symbol that is the Emperor down the righteous path; Prince Nero is a corrupting influence on-”

“If he was a threat to us he would have been killed a long time ago.” Spoke a thunderous voice from the end of the corridor, every word sounding like a muffled screech, that managed to be both deep and raspy.

General Apocrypha, walked slowly towards the table, his fists clenched and folded behind his back, as he slouched forward, staring down the rest of them.


Giaus had always felt something was off about Apocrypha, he could never bring himself to stare at the man directly for any more than a moment.

The Valanor Reaper, the leader of the 4th legion. Otherwise known as Apocrypha “Mage’s Bane” he was a man few sought to make an enemy of. Many were ought-right terrified of him, and those who weren’t saw him as unapproachable to an almost cursed degree.

“You are wrong to subscribe such malice onto the young prince General Zeal. Your evidence is nothing but conjecture.” Spoke the Valanor Reaper. “Although I do understand your beliefs, and how you would come to that conclusion.”

Rather than sitting down, Apocrypha began walking in circles around the table, one arm behind his back, the other flailing around dramatically. “True, Prince Nero likely desires to get one over on us, however he would never hurt the young Emperor, at least not intentionally.”

“He may hurt Emperor Ancel in ways beyond his limited understanding” Said Zeal. “Let's say I agree with you, that Nero does not seek to kill and replace his younger brother. He still will corrupt Ancel, turning him into a bullheaded barbarian with nothing but hatred in his heart for the council.”

“I see.” Muttered Apocrypha. “The thing with you Zeal, is that you view what is best for the council and what is best for the Emperor as one of the same thing.”

“Is it not?” Dared Zeal. “Has the council not always been the first and foremost beacon that unites the Valanor Accord? Without us there is nothing. There is no accord, no agreement. Without that; there is no Orduin Empire.”

“Well Prince Nero doesn't see it that way.” Apocrypha said. “To Nero, opposing the Legionary Council, is returning power to his brother. He sees it as loyalty, and perhaps he intends to rule from the shadows, or perhaps he hasn’t thought it all through, but he is loyal to the cause of the empire’s revival, and seeing Emperor Ancel on the throne of that there is little doubt.”

“And thus we shall grant him our attention.” Spoke a deep and overbearing voice. Apocrypha turned around to the corridor entrance, a large man standing with his arms to his sides.

General Glazer walked into the room, keeping a slow pace as he made his way to the table’s head.


The head of the 1rst Legion, General Glazer was known to many, even fellow generals like Giaus, to be the true leader of the Valanor Accord. His family had served in the Legionary Council since it was founded and had long acted as a second royal family of sorts.

Apocrypha tilted his head, locking eyes with Glazer. After a single moment of hesitation he turned around with a huff and took a seat at the table, General Glazer watching him intently.

With that Glazer took a seat at the table’s head, balling his hands together in a graceful manner. “The Prince seeks to use us to secure the foundation for what he sees as his brother’s rightful empire. He knows he can’t lead the legions of the Accord alone. So if he can help it he would rather neuter our power yet keep us on as his pawns. An interesting plan if true, but it will not go that way.”

The rest of the Legionary Council exchanged glances.

“How will it go General Glazer?” Apocrypha questioned unamused.

“It is we who shall use him; Nero, Cipher, and all who support them shall be put to use. This is my decision and I would have you all give your response.”

“What is our plan exactly?” Said Giaus. “I would not cause any unneeded hostilities with our Prince, and I certainly would not approve of any outright action taken against him unless he does something worthy of such a response. However, if he does have such desires, if he truly does pose a political threat of some kind would it not be better to just deal with this matter now?”

“My thoughts as well.” Said Hexilda. “We should not allow someone actively working against us to wander freely.”

“Indeed.” Said Zeal. We should have him and his sister put under house arrest until we-”

Glazer rose a hand, silencing the others. “If we are too overte in our response, it will end in blood and chaos. Prince Nero or more likely Princess Cipher will lead men against us, and other snakes and rats shall take advantage of the situation that creates; let alone outside threats.”

“The Emperor would also be heartbroken” Injected Zeal. “That would destroy any and all trust between the royal household and the Legionary Council, saying nothing about the morality of taking a child’s brother and sister from him at such a young age.”

“I suppose.” Said Hyperion with a shrug. “I feel like that has never been a problem before.”

Suddenly a thought popped into Giaus’s head. He hesitated but Glazer immediately noticed and gestured for him to speak. The man could be a damn bastard sometimes.

“What does the Emperor think?” Gaius asked. “Where does his support lay?”

“Who cares, he probably doesn't know what to think.” Said Hyperion.

“I would not put it that way.” Said Zeal. “The emperor is a symbol of great importance, his purity and justice an ideal for the Accord. He cannot be bothered with this, and his love for those around him including that which is misplaced, leaves him vulnerable to the manipulations of those around him.”

“Do you not think that is a tad hypocritical?” Giaus questioned.

“Nonsense.” Zeal spat back. “I KNOW the Legionary Council has the best interest of the Accord, The Emperor, and the Orduin Empire at heart! The rest cannot be said for all others. Where do the rest of you stand?!”

“I agree.” Said Hexilda, in perfect posture.

“I wouldn’t know.” Said Hyperion, feet on the table.

“I don’t care.” Gruffed Apocrypha, his face resting in his hands.

“Indeed.” Bellowed Glazer. “The best thing for the Emperor is to obey the will of this council. It is his intended and strategic purpose. We all serve a purpose. The boy doesn't need to both be the Emperor AND have a say in the governance of the realm. The true purpose of kings and queens is to serve as diplomatic figureheads and if not that, at the very least symbols for the people to gather around. This idea of a perfect ruler is a flawed one, that should not even be attempted. However, what is the alternative? The Orduin Empire got close but even they failed as the senate became a cesspool worthy of the fate it received. The empire that fell was a hive of decadence, arrogance, extreme cynicism, and worst of all a shrine of total oikophobia by those in power. It was only because the very legions that the senators and nobility turned their backs on came together when they all failed that the Empire even has a chance at survival much less revival.”

Glazer was now almost standing as he spoke. “One man or woman alone, be they fool or genius, is barely capable of running a village, much less an empire. Nor can a senate of elected charlatans and tyrants who don’t even love their own nation fair much better. It is we, a council of those who have fought and gave blood to this accord, those who fight for and love the empire and what it is, what it could be, that are truly gifted with the ability to lead it to its intended conclusion, and it is the grace of the Emperor fulfilling his own purpose that emboldens us in this cause.”

The rest of the council nodded in approval, including Gaius. However, he was unsure how many of them actually agreed or even understood Glazer’s words.

Glazer suddenly stood up straight. “He comes.”

The rest of council turned to see Prince Nero standing at the corridor entrance. Princess Cipher stood at one of his flanks, at the other stood a robed Vaala.


Nero and his posse walked towards the table. “I do hope you haven’t seen fit to start without me.”

“We wouldn’t imagine it.” Said Glazer. “You are after all the liaison of the Emperor, although if you truly wanted to have a word in the council there were more proper ways to do so than stepping on the toes of the Queen Mother.”

Glazer suddenly leaned forward. “If you were to join the Legion, I promise you would rise up the ranks quickly….under my command of course.”

Cipher growled and the Vaala snarled.
Nero did his best to maintain his composure, stepping forward and touching his seat.
“Do not waste my time Glazer. We all know where we stand. Let us discuss the fate of the realm and the direction of our Legions.”

“Our Legions?” Questioned Apocrypha.

“Of course.” Corrected Glazer.

“Take a seat young prince.” Said a dispassionate Hyperion.

As Nero sat down, General Hexilda gestured toward Princess Cipher.
“Princess Cipher, may I ask what it is you are doing here? The same with the Valaa gentleman. It is only Prince Nero that has license to be here. I’m afraid you two must take your leave before we can begin.”

Cipher turned to Hexilda. “Oh my dear soon-to-be sister by marriage. Why must you be so dismissive of me? I figured this could be our chance to finally work together. We will be seeing much of each other once I marry your younger brother. We will be sisters.”

Hexilda turned angry. “What does that have to do with-”

Before she could say more Nero raised a hand. “Cipher, Keif, leave us but stay near.”

The Valaa turned to leave followed by a grimacing Cipher who shot one more pair of daggers at the Queen of Gathland.

“Well then.” Said Glazer. “I shall begin by sharing important news with you all regarding the Duchy of East Orduin.”

“I have heard strange rumors.” Said Hyperion. “Odd troop movements and mass desertion by the mercenaries who fought for them?”

Glazer shook his head. “Not desertion. The Duchy of East Orduin, as we knew it at least, is no more.”

“What!?” Shouted Apocrypha.

“What happened!?” Demanded Zeal.

“How is this possible?” Nero wondered out loud.

Giaus could tell from their reactions that no one in the room save Glazer was aware of the truth.

Glazer continued. “The ArchDuke invited the Tribes of the Roaming-Hills into his city in order to hire out their services. Instead they took over the capital and now their High Cheif, a man named Rolof claims ownership of the former East Orduin lands.”

“So their lands are in chaos? Should we not press the attack and finally claim the capital for ourselves? “ Asked Nero. “Not only did the barbarians not ally with that fool of a Archduke, but they turned on him?! This is a day of celebration.”

“It is indeed a fortunate turn of events.” Said Glazer. “And we shall capitalize on it immediately. I propose we dispatch 3 legions to the East Orduin front.”

“I suppose you will want to be there for the moment of glory?” Accused Nero.

“Indeed I would.” Said Glazer. “However, my forces have already exhausted themselves fighting the Ducy’s forces up until this point. They must return here to recuperate, and to control the hordes of refugees that will no doubt flood in from East Orduin.”

“So who shall have the honor?” Asked Hyperion.

Hexilda frowned. “Honor? There is no honor in cleaning up the trash.”

“What are you talking about?” Questioned Apocrypha. “There is little more respectable than the simple act of cleaning, someone needs to pick up the trash eventually. And I intend to clean indeed. Hehehehehe.”

“Apocrypha is right!” Shouted Zeal. “Cleaning can be an honour, doubly so when in service to the emperor!”

Glazer gestured Apocrypha. “Indeed, you shall lead the efforts against the Roaming Hill Tribes.”

Apocrypha nodded. “Of course.”

Glazer looked at Hyperion and then Gaius himself. “Hyperion, Gaius; the 2nd and 5th legions shall accompany him once they are ready.”

Gaius was surprised that he would be chosen for such a task, but he respected Glazer’s thoughts on the matter. Still he had concerns.

“What of the northern front?” Asked Gaius. “The frontier region is still full of hostile tribes and clans that raid our northern borders, and that is without the Bestia Horde uniting them against us. What land we do control is still rather lawless, even with Justicar Zamoria and her Order of Saint Justinian lending their aid.”

Gaius and the 5th Legion had been assigned to the frontier recently, fighting off countless small bands of raiders, barbarians, and even nomadic beastmen tribes from the far north. In addition the presence of the Dark Legion was a constant worry regardless of how many diplomats claimed otherwise.

“General Hexilda and the 6th legion will go there.” Said Glazer, turning to Hexilda. “Remember Hexilda, taking the coast is our main concern, take and control that part of the region and the Emperor shall grant it to you and the Kingdom of Gathland.”

Hexilda nodded, perhaps happy with a chance to increase the size and prominence of her kingdom.

“The Emperor will grant her that territory you say?” Said Nero, arms folded. “Interesting this is the first I ‘ve heard of such a thing.”

“It is by the Emperor’s will that we the Legionary Council hold the emergency powers that allow us to grant that territory to Queen Hexilda.” Said Glazer. “I have an assignment for you as well my young prince.”

“Don’t call me young prince Glazer. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m no child!” Shouted Nero, slamming his fist against the table.

“Touchy like a child.” Quipped Hyperion.

Nero turned to Hyperion, his face unseen but the rage felt by all.

For half a moment Hyperion lost her composure before instantly tensing up, ready to fight. “Tis has been a long time since any were hurt by my words.”

Nero sighed, turning to Glazer. “I take it you’re using your emergency powers to assign me to this task?”

“Not in the slightest.” Said Glazer. “You are a prince after all. That being said you did say you wanted more say in things. This is my compromise.”

Nero leaned on the table. “It gets me out of the capital, and into danger. And without a rank of command me being there is useless to me.”

“You haven’t even heard what it is I would have you do my prince.” Glazer turned to General Zeal. “General Zeal and the 3rd Legion shall be dispatched to the Petty Kingdom of Ivenhoe, both to deal with the Shadow Coalition, as well as reinforce our borders against any potential assaults from the Bestia Horde, along with the Yuukoman Empire and Thakis. I doubt the Exalted Prince or the Great Pharess have any aims of hostility as of yet but the same cannot be said for those under them. Border and trade disputes between us have become more strenuous as of late. I also have no doubt the Shadow Coalition seeks to create conflict between our three powers, but that is where you come in Prince Nero.”

“You wish for me to deal with this Shadow Coalition?” Inquired Nero.

“I wish for general Zeal to deal with them, and for you to assist her.” Corrected Glazer.

“It is a conflict of interest for me to be assigned under Zeal.” Nero said blankly. “I shall go there and assist Zeal with my own personal forces. Starting with the formation of a 7th legion.”

“A 7th legion!?” Shot Zeal. “You would dare to even try? You have no such authority, nor the means to do so.”

“I agree with Zeal” Said Hexilda. “Where do you intend to gather the man-power and resources for such an endeavour?”

“I need not be on par with the rest of you.” Said Nero. “However, I shall be operating as your equal from now on. I will do this with or without your approval.”

Gaius shook his head. “You play a dangerous game young prince.”

Did Nero seek death? This was yet another overt challenge to the authority of the Legionary Council.

“Denied” Said Glazer coldly. “You may go to Ivenhoe and operate outside of the Legions if you wish, but I see no reason to just give you the rank of general when you haven’t even formed this army yet much less served in any meaningful military capacity.”

Nero sat there for a moment contemplating. “Very well. I will go to Ivenhoe with my forces and assist Zeal. However, I will be building up my 7th Legion, and you will grant me the rank of general when that time comes.”

“You aren’t really in a position to make demands of that magnitude.” Scoffed Glazer.

“Not yet” Said Nero softly. “But I suppose I don’t truly need your approval one way or the other. If I make a legion loyal to me, they will obey with or without rank.”

“Fair enough.” Glazer chuckled. “But now my prince, you get to enjoy the less glamorous parts of being on this council. Let us talk logistics.”
Scouting Report from the 5th Legion Rangers.

General Gaius,

The northern regions are still hostile and dangerous. My scouts and spies have had many a close call gathering this information. The Bestia Horde has begun moving, their beastman leader, the so called King Auguba, has called fourth the creatures and savages of the region to his keep, Castle Dire. For what reason we do not know, although it may just be a grand feast to build bonds with vassals; we are hesitant to subscribe such forethought to a beastman, even one like Auguba.

Whatever that case is, it seems only a handful of the leaders are traveling and the majority of their forces remain spread out throughout the Bestia region. Any hopes we had at taking territory while they were away will have to wait; although this is ultimately your call general.

With this in mind, we can’t seem to track the gnolls at all. They are concentrated in the dryer regions, but that is all we can say for now. One of my scouts reported seeing some heading to Castel Dire like the rest but there is no sign of the gnoll warchiefs. They may be preparing a separate attack on The Accord, please take heed.

Ranger Captain Hoskrell, 5th Legion.
The Bestia Horde (The High Chiefdom of Bestia)
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Species: Beastmen (Beastmen sub-species/mixbreeds), Humans, Elven Minority.

History: The High Chiefdom of Bestia (Known to many as The Bestia Horde) was once the foremost frontier region of the empire, despite its lush greenery it proved hazards from odd weather, hostile human tribes, elven extremist seeking to imitate the Pale, and of course countless beastmen remnants who were not chased all the way northward.

The Orduin Empire flip-flopped between controlling the land and loosing it over the years. They were making significant strides before the bug invasion, with no major conflicts, the Imperial Legions became more and more obsessed with controlling the region and had begun using it as a staging ground for northern expeditions.

However, when the empire fell so too did all authority it had in the region. The Imperial garrisons either returned south or defected entirely, joining with local tribes.

During the days of chaos many would be unifiers rose up in the wild region, only to be scattered by outside forces, or at the hands of a rival warlord or chieftain.

In the year 2610 a Beastman by the name of Auguba, born with far greater intellect than was common for one of his kind; managed to subdue the other tribes and clans, uniting beastmen, human, and even the Elven Blood Clans into a power known as the High Chiefdom of Bestia, or to those outside of the land, the Bestia Horde.



For years the horde only partook in small-scale raids, however in the year 2617 IC the Bestia Horde took advantage of a war between the Valanor Accord and the Free Emirates of the Northern Wastes; to invade the Free Emirates while they were weakened, taking most of the now defunct nation's land for themselves, killing and enslaving all who didn't flee.

The Bestia Horde as continued to terrorize the region, an ever constant source of harassment for the Valanor Accord, along with Thakis, The Yuukoman Empire, the Duchy of East Orduin (now belonging to the Roaming-Hills), and even the Kycer of Caslan. However, the High King of the horde has begun to acquire more exotic tastes, and now looks to the south for a new source of entertainment.

Government: The “unity” presented by Auguba is a hoax, and in reality the tribes and clans of the region simply pay a monthly tribute to Auguba, and join him in raids. Besides that they are free to act as they desire, when they desire, including wars with each other.

Culture: The High Chiefdom is made up of various tribes, clans, and warbands from the races of human, elf, and most of all beastmen. The human tribes in the region are many, and fierce warriors in their own right, yet compared to larger barbarian hordes such as the Roaming-Hills they are little more than glorified bandits; however when pared with the other species in the Horde of Bestia, they prove to be an often decisive force in battle. Even so, despite being one of the region's initial inhabitants they are at the bottom of what passes for a social caste within the horde; which while not really enforced or written down, is felt by how the other creatures look down upon and mock the humans. They are still however, treated much better than any outsider would be, doubly so for slaves taken from raids in the lands beyond.



Before the fall of the Empire, elven extremist groups attempted to reawaken the Pale, or otherwise find the secrets to their power; crafting communes where they thought the Pale stadged their invasion. However, they all failed and those that didn’t mysteriously disappear turned to the savage ways of the local inhabitants, becoming what is known as the Elven Blood Clans. These Blood Clans carry on many of the ways of their predecessors, preparing particularly agonizing deaths and torture for half-elves and elves who take on human lovers/spouses. They kidnap any elves they find to try and “undo the brainwashing” through physical and psychological breaking. All of this despite the fact that they seem perfectly willing to go on raids with human tribes.



Beastmen make up a large portion of the local inhabitants, with many having fled to the region after the beastmen wars, or returning in the years that followed. They are horrid amalgamations of man and beast, with most barring horns of bulls and goats, and hairy hooved legs, and the heads of animals. Some have tentacles serving as beards or protruding from their backsides, and arms. Others take on horse or bird like features that seem haphazardly grown, without any thought to functionality and purpose.







Others meanwhile have taken on forms that can not be described easily with words. Baring little resemblance to any true animal, instead displaying a visage that has yet to be fully understood.



The beastmen in the region have picked up some of the local ways, and while they are still savages, show some noticeable signs of civility in comparison to their far northern kin.

For example the idea of someone kneeling before you as something to be rewarded rather than mocked, as the beastmen in the region have come to appreciate the idea of someone choosing to follow out of emotions other than fear or dominance. Even so, fear and dominance is still a very rooted belief system in the beastmen halls; which compels them to raid southward by land into the Valanor Accord, the Yuukoman Empire and Thakis or across the sea to Caslan, The Lunar Tribes, and lands beyond.

While purebred Beastmen vary in size and shape, leaving little room to distinguish them, there are a select few sub-species with notable characteristics.

Gnolls: A type of hyena/dog/wolf beastman that spawned from the experiments of mages, attempting to create an artificial beastman to aid the Orduin Empire in the beastmen wars. The Gnolls did indeed fight the other true born beastmen but they also killed most of the mages who made them along with countless other Imperial citizens. In the end they were chased north with the rest of the beastmen at the end of the war. Most of them were killed but they began to procreate with human, elf, and beastman populations; the offspring of which were always indistinguishable from pure-breed gnolls. Some say the Gnolls are just mindless beast, little better than the Beastmen they were spawned to destroy; however do not be fooled, behind every seemingly senseless slaughter there is an overarching agenda at play. The intelligence of the Gnolls is not to be underestimated.



Malum-Satyri: When the Satyri were chased south by the beastmen hoards many were captured and enslaved. Others settled in the northern region, unaware that they were right in the middle of what would become a beastmen hot spot. Years of interbreeding between the Satyri with Beastmen (along with humans and elves on occasion) have created a wicked subspecies known as the Malum-Satyri, a group that maintains many of the cultural aspects of regular Satyri but are generally more mischievous, violent, greedy, and bloodthirsty. Physically they will look more human, elven, or animalistic(beastmen) depending on how much of each species their ancestors interbedded with. A Malum-Satyri with a beastmen father will have more obvious animal traits than one who has a history of humans in their lineage. Like their sister species, the Malum-Satyri are a matriarchal people, with a significantly higher rate of female birth compared to male births; which lead to what few purebred males they have to be house-keepers whom the village/clan of multiple wives and children are built around. Unlike regular Satyri, Malum-Satyri, especially younger ones, tend to leave the village in search of glory, fortune, a private mate of a foreign species, power, or otherwise make a name for themselves in some way while having some good old fashion fun. It is not until they reach their mid-life that they become more interested in joining or starting a village and the continuation of their species. This overall causes the population levels of Malum-Satyri to be much lower than their sisters in Thakis, doubly so for purebloods, but is by no means too small.



Malum-Satyri Male


Impius-Valaa: Descendants of a Valaa Streak that believed they had lost their ways, and only by reembracing their animalistic heritage could they regain the strength they once had. To achieve this they traveled to the mainland and traveled the world as mercenaries, eventually finding themselves in the far north, beyond the Ishtar map. When they returned years later they no longer held a resemblance to what they once were; fully embracing the ways of the beastmen, with many holding beastmen blood in their veins. These Valaa began interbreeding with the human and elven populations in order to fight against inbreeding. This too changed the Impius-Valaa, into a species that can only be described as uncanny to both human and Valaa alike; giving off a sense of unease that effects many whom they interact with. However despite the resemblance to humans/elves the Impius-Valaa are much more violent and animalistic then main-branch Valaa; while holding the capacity for malice, spite, and evil familiar to creatures of high intelligence; resulting in a species that is the worst of man and animal with few of the good qualities of either. The Impius-Valaa come in the form of bloodthirsty animals always on the hunt for weak and vulnerable prey, or mischievous, pranksters who’s ideas of humor could prove rather morbid or horrifying to those at the butt of the joke. They are a very temperamental species, who can be laughing one minute and then brutally slaughtering something mere seconds later.



Economy:The economy of these lands are in shambles, with raiding being the only real way the hordes gain anything of value. There are farms of barley, wheat, and potatoes, as well as pig, cattle, and chicken; however these farms serve mainly to produce food for the overlords of the land rather than trade with foreign powers. Some of the human tribes in the most southern region are more open to trade, however they are the minority.

Religion:Only the bravest of missionaries dare to venture into the lands of Bestia. And few have ever attempted to study the local customs of the inhabitants and lived to tell others what they found.

Military:The Bestia Hordes are very unorganized in terms of their military ability, however some claim the gnolls have recently taken up more traditional military styles. For the most part every tribe and clan has a warchief that leads it and a number of captains under them. These warchiefs in theory obey High-Chief Auguba, but this is rarely true in practice.
A Letter Received at the Valanor Border.

To the Honorable General Glazer.

It comes with no small effort on my part that I must ask you for aid and mercy in these trying times. Tis is true that for many a year my house has stood against your armies, keeping the Duchy of East Orduin out of the Accord’s grasp; however I must post-haste inform you of my intentions to defect and swear fealty to his Imperial Majesty Emperor Ancel the 2nd. If you are hesitant to trust my words please allow me to explain my decision.

The ArchDuke had seen fit to hire on savages to support his war effort against your forces. The Tribes of the Roaming Hills, answered his call and as one should have expected from men and women of their ilk, turned on the ArchDuke claiming the capital and the Duchy for themselves. While this claim is laughable and holds no true legal binding, they do still pose a dangerous threat.

The ArchDuke, having died for his foolishness, has left the remaining nobility in the duchy to deal with the aftermath of his decision. The savages have already destroyed most of my forces, and have defiled and taken over the ancestral home of my family. I see now that this is a sign from The One that the Duchy of East Orduin was a false state, and I myself unknowingly supported a rebel to what was the true Empire. Thus I and my dear sister ask for asylum within the Valanor Accord.

I shall be arriving with what few loyal subordinates I still have and will be approaching the border within the next day or so of you receiving this letter. I do hope that you receive it before our arrival. I of course expect to be treated with the respect and accommodations fitting for one of my station, as is my dear sister.

Once we are settled we may begin discussion on how my family and our magics may best be used to retake the Duchy of East Orduin, for the glory of the one true Orduin Empire.

Long Live the Orduin Empire, Lord Alester Emberfall
The Valanor Accord


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Valanor Accord
Itillia
City of Hesper's Rest

The eloquently named city of Hesper's Rest was nestled on the coast of the provenance of Itillia, the political heart of the Valanor Accord.



The merchants went about their business, as ships came and left from the port. The Cohort of the Royal Guard patrolled the city streets, arguing over jurisdiction with the local city watch; as a kind of micro expression for the greater political battle within the Accord.

Hesper's Rest, was said to be the place the Wizard Emperor Hesper first landed with his 100 Acolytes after he arrived from the east. However, many coastal cities made similar claims before the Orduin collapse years ago.

The so called "Imperial Palace" known as the Keep of Azurefall (named after one of Hesper's favorite acolytes) was a marvel of castle design, beautiful in its own right, yet it was nothing in comparison to the "True" Imperial Palace in the capital. One day the Accord would have it for themselves.

The halls of the Keep of Azurefall felt darker than the color palette would suggest. As the members of the Imperial Court, ministers, and courtiers alike gathered and whispered in anticipation of the Emperor's arrival.



Prince Nero did so hate these courtly gatherings, finding it easy to doze off. Still he understood the importance of the affair; especially with the Legionary Council gathering later that day.


"Did I miss anything brother?" Asked Princess Cipher popping to Nero's side.


"No" Replied Nero. "Ancel has yet to arrive."

Would he even arrive? There was a chance the Queen Mother, one of the ministers, or the Legionary Council had already taken steps to avoid his presence here. It would not be the first time the young Emperor had been excluded from political discussion.

"Maybe we should just go find him." Suggested Cipher. "I'll get some of my men and if anyone tries to stop us we-"

"Patience Cipher." Nero whispered. "We must not do anything that drastic unless the situation calls for it. We need more allies, but more than that we need the Legionary Council to help us win the war against the Duchy of East Orduin, and the northern lands. There is no point of securing Ancel's rule if we fail to revive the Orduin Empire."

Cipher groaned. "Very well, but sooner or later we will have to draw our lines in the sand brother."

Nero noticed from the corner of his eye Lady Reval looking at them, the Minister of Laws, gesturing for Lady Marriane and Lady Arial to take notice.

What was she up to this time? Or was it simple gossip.

Lady Marriane noticed Nero staring back and gave a little wave; while Lady Arial simply continued to stare blankly and undaunted.

Lord Talbot and Lord Calben smirked at each other, likely mocking someone for their own amusement as the two tended to do. Or maybe they had just arranged a trade deal that filled their pockets with even more coin.

Lord Peyton quietly coughed, causing Lord Ethalheim to silently move away from him, while getting the attention of Lord Hamon who offered his fellow elder a small elixir of some kind; which the Minister of Ships accepted graciously.


Lord Rolan tapped the handle of his weapon impatiently, with Archbishop Arleo standing menacingly behind him, quiet and unemotive as usual.

Lord Salazar the Imperial Court Mage, stood silently reading a book in his hand, a devilish smirk on his face.

Suddenly the throne room doors opened, and out walked an entourage of attendants and bodyguards. In front was the Queen Mother, who immediately gave an unimpressed expression to those in the room.

Behind her stumbled a young boy, wearing a crown that barely fit his head. Nero's younger half-brother and the Imperial Emperor Ancel, looked around sheepishly as he was lead towards the throne.

Flanking him were two of his attendants. The Royal Chamberlain, Lady Talia walked confidently with her hands behind her back, not giving any in the crowd a passing glance. Yet coming off more confident than rude despite it.

On Ancel's other shoulder was one of the Sisters of Song, Sister Lelettia, who served as one of Ancel's bodyguards, attendants, and a sort of spymaster for the Queen Mother's faction.

Behind the entourage was a lager armored man, Ser Gleedoll. A high ranking member of the Royal Guard; who as per usual seemed mostly indifferent to his charge as there were no current threats to his life.

The boy emperor climbed onto the throne, giving the court a blank expression. The Queen Mother sat herself in one of the chairs at his side.

Immediately Lady Reval began walking up to him but just as she began to speak she was nudged aside by Lord Salazar who gave a quick bow, that some how still managed to come off condescending.

The games had already begun.

"Your excellency" Spoke Lord Salazar. "The Legionary Council will be gathered here soon enough. I presume you intend to be there?"

Ancel seemed confused and rubbed his arms nervously. "I-I wasn't aware of that. Thank you Lord Salazar for bringing this to my attention."

"No need to thank him, my son." Cut Queen Mother Selene. "You were not made aware because it is not your concern. That is why the Emperor has ministers and servants."

Nero could hear Princess Cipher click her tongue in disgust. "So they couldn't even be bothered to inform their emperor? The Queen Mother, or at least the Chamberlain was supposed to inform him."

Lord Rolan stepped forward, shouting over the crowd. "Allow me your excellency. As the Minister of War I should-"

Before he was finished Lady Reval once more shot forward. "Your excellency, if you do not wish to be bothered I would be more than happy to take on this burden for you."

Rolan shot her a look of annoyance for stealing his thunder, and Salazar gave a wolfish grin that seemed both angry and impressed at the same time.

Before Lady Reval could continue her pitch, the Queen Mother spoke up. "I will be handling this Lady Reval, so let us not bother with it any longer."

Lord Rolan once again spoke. "But my lady is it not my duty to-"

"Please Lord Rolan." Smirked the Queen Mother. "It needs to be someone the Legionary Council will actually listen to."

Some of the court smirked, giggled, and chuckled. Lord Talbot and Lord Calben all but laughed openly, and Reval looked as if she would of joined them had she not just been denied the position as well.

Rolan grinded his teeth and looked as if he was ready to walk out of the throne room all together, but Archbishop Arleo stopped him, leading him to the back of the crowd.

Nero felt sorry for the man, but he was a political enemy; one of the Legionary Council loyalist. He had hoped Rolan would be a tad more self-serving or spiteful but in the end, even with the insults, he always has acted in favor of the Council's decrees.

Ancel had an uncomfortable look on his face. Clearly not happy with what he saw as bullying in his presence. Least of all from his own mother.
He looked around the throne room as if looking for someone. "Where is Laughy?" He finally asked.

The Queen Mother groaned in resignation. "Fine, fine, very well." She turned towards Lady Talia. "Where is that charlatan? She is never around when needed, yet the moment you want her to go away she sticks around like a fly."

Suddenly a figure came tumbling towards the throne, doing flips and cartwheels, before landing before the young emperor.

"My young lord!" Shouted Laughy with an excited squeal. "You have called and I have appeared!"

The elven jester did a little twirl and an over the top bow.

Ancel could not help but clap in excitement while the Queen Mother failed to hide her annoyance.

"I apologize for my late arrival." Said Laughy, pulling out some cards. "I was busy juggling for the city watch."

That was code for she was informing them of a potential crime her spies had uncovered. Laughy doubled as the Imperial spymaster which for obvious reasons was not an official title on record. She had many codes hidden in her jokes and gags, when she needed to inform someone of something in a more subtle way.

She would often sprinkle many real jokes in there so even knowing who she was ahead of time wasn't enough to know what she was reporting unless you already had prior knowledge of what she was talking about.

Almost as if remembering where he was, Ancel stopped clapping and nervously looked back to the court, ashamed of his own excitement.
Nero hated that look. To feel such shame for something so innocent? It was not something a child, let alone an Emperor should be feeling.

The court smirked and chuckled. Happy to see their ruler was still a vulnerable child that could be exploited. Others stared on blankly, too afraid, cynical, or dispassionate to do anything without being told. Snakes and cowards the lot of them.

Nero nodded at Cipher and stepped forward.

The Queen Mother stared at Nero inquisitively, almost taken aback by his very presence.

Nero kneeled before Ancel, his sister and some of her men kneeling behind him. "Your excellency, my brother Ancel. I shall be attending the meeting with the Legionary Council in your stead."

The people of the court began to mummer to each other in confusion, annoyance, and even anger.
The Queen Mother looked at Nero with that same look she has always given him. Not hatred or disgust as one would expect. But wariness and...pity?

Why did she have to be like this. It would be so much easier if she simply hated him. Why didn't she hate him? She was so much crueler to everyone else. It always left a sour taste in his mouth every time he made moves against her.

She feared him but not enough to hate him? She pitied him but not enough to aid him? What did the queen mother see when she looked upon her husband's first son? The one born out of wedlock before she even showed up at the castle. The one who would of been Emperor had his father married the woman he loved instead of caving into the demands of the Legionary Council.

She would often give Cipher the same expression; albeit with a tad more unease due to his sister's more violent behavior.

"I am already handling this Nero." Said Queen Mother Selene almost softly yet coldly.

Nero stood up; Cipher and her men following suit. "Be that as it may, I shall be attending the meeting all the same."

The Queen mother looked over Nero with a small frown. "Why can't you just leave this be?" She said quietly.

Cipher pushed towards Ancel, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Please little brother, let Nero handle this. This is very important to him, to you, to all of us."

Ser Gleedoll awoke from his vigil and immediately stepped towards Cipher. "That's enough little princess." Spoke the behemoth.

Cipher turned towards Ser Gleedoll, grabbing her mace. "This is a long time coming Gleedoll."

Gleedoll chuckled heavily before raising his own weapon, ready for combat. Members of the court began pointing and shouting in concern.

"It-it's alright" muttered Ancel, turning to his sister. "I really want to Cipher, but I-everyone else also wants to attend the meeting so I-"
Ancel glanced at his mother, then at Sister Lelettia and Lady Talia.

"You can trust Lady Selene to handle this princess." Said Lady Talia. "The Legionary Council only need the Emperor in cases of a stalemate, I doubt there is anything to gain by you or Prince Nero attending."

"Well, if it really doesn't matter than let the Emperor decide." Said Sister Lelettia, turning to the young ruler. "I know it may seem daunting, but you can't make everyone happy your excellency. I'm sure whoever doesn't get picked will understand your choice."

Nero had not expected that from Lelettia, but even if her words were meant to encourage Ancel, he could not leave it up to chance.
"I do ask for forgiveness my brother. However I'm simply declaring my intentions. There is no need for you to have to make such as decision at this point."

Nero turned towards the court. "I shall speak with the Legionary Council, do you understand? Those of you who serve them might as well inform the Legion Generals to expect me."

Nero stared at the queen mother who looked as if she had something to say. "With all due respect your grace. You do not posses the authority to stop me. If you wish to attend the meeting anyways, I will not stop you either. But, no matter what, I will be there. I would have the emperor accompany me."

Queen Mother Selene bit her thumb contemplating before speaking. "I shall allow you to do as you please. Only so that you and your posse do not cause any unneeded chaos. However, the Emperor shall not be there. This is not something for him to have to deal with. I will not forget this Nero, the Legionary Council will hear of this outburst, and we shall have words on it at a later juncture."

Nero looked to Ancel one last time to see his reaction. The Emperor looked like he had more he wanted to say but could not bring himself to speak it. He simply nodded at Nero, the closest thing he could muster to open approval.

Sister Lelettia frowned, clearly upset Nero had taken the choice out of the Emperor's hands. She eyed Nero suspiciously. Nero was no fool, he understood how this looked. However, it was necessary to pave the way for the greatness that was to come. To reform the Orduin Empire and pave the way for his little brother's eventual rule. Nero, Cipher, and those with him bowed one last time and began marching out of the throne room.

Right outside the throne room door, a young girl leaned against the wall, her arms behind her back.

"I could of convinced the Emperor to choose you my Prince." Said the girl. "It would of saved you all the chicken dancing, and would of made you look less like you are trying to seize power."

Nero turned to the girl. "I told you not to go near him Luci."

Luci pouted. "Why do you have to be such a bully? I was only trying to be nice."

Luci let out a giggle. "Besides, you're too late. Ancel and I are already the best of friends. He loves listening to my stories. I've even started telling him about all the wonders of Dumas."

"You little witch." Said Cipher, stepping forward.

Suddenly a gust of wind came from behind Nero and Cipher, they both turned around to face a band of robed figures, having seemingly come out of nowhere. Cipher's men stood ready to draw their swords, but Cipher raised her hand commanding them to stand down.



"Why won't you play with us any more Nero?" Said Luci, tilting her head. "You were the one who invited us here in the first place. I thought we were friends."

"A mistake I regret with each passing day." Shot Nero. "The mutilated animals being found all over the castle, and the strange symbols drawn in blood. That is you doing isn't it?"

Luci gave another giggle. "Maybe? I-Don't-Knooooowww."

"Just don't become a liability. And make sure you do what you're told." Said Nero, turning away from Luci and her cultist.

"The love of Dumas stretchers to all Prince Nero." Said Luci. "Even the Emperor, even the Legionary Council, even you." Luci let out one last childish laugh before walking off with her people down a nearby corridor.



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