"Now that we're done with those nuisance, it's time to march towards the real thing."
   
  
Acacio vey Astor at the helm, news has spread from the royal court. The invasion of the Tarians in preparations and the Shimmering City makes it no secret. Siege engines are being risen at Baleford, their mechanisms set towards the rise of the mountain range. Soldiers dressed in their steel walk the border of recently claimed Osronan territory as tents are set up at the bridge's base.
  

Quote:"For too long have we been distracted. For too long have we been on the defense with rats scurrying outside of our walls. Well, they tried. They tried to bring strikes against us and failed. So, I say it's time to bring the strikes back to them.
 
We march on the Tarian Mountains. We take control of the entire western bank of the Tarian River.
 
From there, the Ebonblooded will have no options to defend themselves from our weapons of war. From there we will lay siege on their fortifications, their walls. Then, we make the final march. Then, we eradicate the winged foe from Esshar. Then, their cult dies.
 
That is when we stand victorious. Everyone that walks with me, bleeds with me. This day will be ours. This victory will be ours."
 
- Acacio vey Astor 

A noble hungry for the blood of dragons, hungry for the victory of their Shimmering City, delivers his message to the troops. War is declared, a march on the Ebonblooded to take control of the western bank of their river.
 

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OSRONA VS EBONBLOODED
DATE - TBD

GOAL - CONTROL OF THE WESTERN BANK OF THE RIVER IN PREPARATIONS FOR FINAL SIEGE

take the mountain, bit by bit slowly. He had anticipated years prior, ever since his sister had been captured by the city.

“I told them Osrona would come for us, marching up our mountain for a literal genocide. I was told to not fight, to allow peace to prosper. Honestly?

Especially one who held a special message for them all, one that Emerson repeated in tandem alongside Naysien’s daughter of winter:

“I fucking hate you.”

Some Osronan's scouts come back to make their report. A handful of men clad in black, about twenty, left the city of New Tannen. Led by their infamous Commander, it would seem the small task force are making their way to the Tarian Mountains. It'd seem they're moving as hired mercenaries.

The Commander as well as a few of her trusted men will join in.