02-14-2025, 12:23 AM
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"Hic sunt dracones."
Years after the Dance of Dragons, and after the much more recent tournament, Ludus Draconis, those of the isle of Nihil (formerly Dawnstone/Dragon's Nest/The Gutter) can be seen mobilizing once more. Headed by the newly appointed Legate, Richter Aundeoth, A large force of drakanites, wyverns, and even a few legions of humans, has gathered southwest of Arcadia. Their temporary war camp lay in the steppes towards Serenity's borders... The edge of the Silent Expanse and its bright sun is notably avoided, while but one chance is given to the denizens of the southern sands.
Should it be refused, the army's approach is inevitable.
A group of winged messengers is sent forth to the northern gate, bearing a scroll with an already penned message for the current ruler of the southern kingdom. Regardless of it is read aloud, or found upon a messenger's corpse, its intent is clear.
"Manu Militari."
"Ave, ruler of Serenity. Your golden sands glisten under the heat of the desert sun... Your people rejoice with riches and bountiful reward... Your grand ships upon the southern seas only mark the visions of prosperity... Yet there is a cancer of decadence, that plagues you so."
"Our great liege, Donaan Octavius, offers you a wondrous opportunity to become a Subject of our Chorus. Acceptance is in your best interest, for should you join us, such decadence will be no more! Your voice will be heard once again across the continent, akin to a dragon's!"
"...Our dragon's."
"Spare yourself the woes of war, and come to cordial agreement with our demand, so that we may save you from the decadence that festers within your great kingdom!
"Should our offer be refused, then force will become a necessity."
With every passing day, the army of drakanites grows more and more... The Chorus prepares for war.
CASUS BELLI : SUBJUGATION OF THE DECADENT
DATE : TBD
"Ave, ruler of Serenity. Your golden sands glisten under the heat of the desert sun... Your people rejoice with riches and bountiful reward... Your grand ships upon the southern seas only mark the visions of prosperity... Yet there is a cancer of decadence, that plagues you so."
"Our great liege, Donaan Octavius, offers you a wondrous opportunity to become a Subject of our Chorus. Acceptance is in your best interest, for should you join us, such decadence will be no more! Your voice will be heard once again across the continent, akin to a dragon's!"
"...Our dragon's."
"Spare yourself the woes of war, and come to cordial agreement with our demand, so that we may save you from the decadence that festers within your great kingdom!
"Should our offer be refused, then force will become a necessity."
With every passing day, the army of drakanites grows more and more... The Chorus prepares for war.
CASUS BELLI : SUBJUGATION OF THE DECADENT
DATE : TBD