1850 A.C.

With large-scale hostilities ceasing between Asphodel and Shadowmire, the Queen has set her focus upon the people of Aesirheim instead. The forces rally, preparing to march upon the home of the Vanirhallans. No doubt as a consequence of their Oathbreaking only a few years prior, though an address has been made and dispatched to those within Asphodel all the same.

Quote:Warriors of Aesirheim, the time has come to prove my worth as your Jarl.

I'd assumed Asphodel's leadership to be at the very least competent in diplomacy, but no, even there they've disappointed me. Their shepherd trembles at my presence, resorting to drinking invisibility concoctions and sneak tactics rather than approach me head on. Not a single one of their Vampires can hold a candle to my strength. I am Kark's Chosen, and that is why they come for my people...

... because they could not kill me. There is no other reason.

So be it.

They dare march on the legacy my predecessors built throughout their lives, and I will not allow them to lay waste to my home without consequences. They've harassed the Docro family, they've lied to you, they've deceived their allies but worst of all? They still claw at righteousness and moral high ground.

Let it be known that their monarch desires but one thing- total conquest. She wishes for all to bow to her, assuming the guise of a reasonable leader when in reality? She is a power hungry tyrant. My people, rest assured,  because we do not march alone. For we have one thing that they do not- humanity.

Humanity will not let its own fight on its lonesome. Not this time. I have not asked for aid, because I know I do not need to.

I am accepting all warriors who wish to fight this blight with me.

The people of Aesirheim were forged through the fires of war. We are ready for anything.

The Triumvirate marches with us. Láta við.

The dark of Asphodel looms over Vanir. Once allies, the coming attack casts it shadow potently. Night after night the civilians and fighters of the desert city are prepared for death, ready to fight for their country without aid.

The shimmering city remains quiet for months in regards to the threat from the queen. No words from the Radiant, Lightbearer, nor the Arch-Magi. The council remains just as still. No official word has been spoken in favor or against the defense of Aesirheim. Rumors spread of the involvement of a certain pair of blue-haired nobles. Then of a lone Knight speaking with the Jarl.

Another period of silence passes, then on the rising sun of one morning, a trail of Knights and non-magi militia are spotted. They bear no insignias of the Faith, nor of the Second Dawn, yet all of them come from the city of light. Resources, food, gear, training, and many other supplies are brought, and refuge is offered to those unable to fight, back in Osrona.

At the head of this trail is the same Knight who spoke to the Jarl. Aeliana, Knight-Keeper and freshly seated member of the Osronan council. Still bravely covered in her sigils of Faith and the Order. She speaks a simple and blunt declaration to the desert city on arrival, her voice booming over the dunes. A series of letters sent out not long after, quoting the speech.

  

 

Quote:Mmmm.. I had promised you,  didn't I, Queen? That as you helped us before, we would return such a favor and lend our strength to your people - where the rest of those in Achyon always agree with me.
 
The time has come to demonstrate to everyone what happens to traitors - but most importantly, how we deal with intruders who betray their people.. Such as the new generation of Osrona, who let their people down and preferred to not aid them against us!
 
Great are they, the Oathbreakers.
 
Haha.. I thought Vekel hated that kind of person, but that probably wasn't the case - since he would be allowing them to aid him this time..