THE MARCH OF BLACKENED BANNERS

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THE FIRST BATTLE OF ELMYRA

Banners raised, it is said that if one stood upon the peak of the Mountains and gazed down, the fields of Elmyra would appear as a sea of black flags billowing high. Clans of every denomination, of every banner, held high with pyres lit and torches burning bright. When armies collided, none could deny that the results seemed to be insurmountable. Giants set fire to towers and the frames of homes, dragging Faeborne from their homes and pillaging whatever they could set their hands upon. The Hunters of Nemea zealously persecute their crusade against the Greathive, leaving many to limp from the field sporting terrible wounds.

Morale is high in the camp of the Giants, and great bonfires are raised in praise of Ymir.
This battle was only the beginning of their war upon Delphina, and already captives are hauled back; any non-Magi unfortunate enough to live upon the outskirts, too close to the battle taken as slaves, some cut down on the spot in the throes of frenzy. Cheers resound through the bloodied but yet savage horde, and promises abound that the next battle will tear that mediocre settlement from Delphina's clutches and take it as their own. 

It is said that none of those captured survived, subjected to ritualistic blood duels to satiate the never-ending battle-lust of Ymir. The collective spirit of Grimnir's Throne roared out with a thousand mouths of chanting Giants, held beneath the banner of all clans; witnessed to their amusement, their bloodsport circus. The words reverberate down the mountaintops like rolling thunder as an omen for what is yet to come.

"WE WILL MAKE THEM KNEEL."