Unofficial Territory Claim

[The Iron Jaw]

Sightings of large caravans of nonmagi accompanied by the Magus Defense Force have been seen in an exodus from the shimmering city. Leading their numbers, a grisled Asura Nomont, alive and freed from Osrona's prison. They've been spotted ascending the northern mountains and passing through Garjling's Coat for the east. Along the clearing upon the eastern plateaus, camps are pitched up and make-shift stalls are erected. Few supporters to the nonmagi's beliefs follow in tow, with men, women, and children filling in the small margins. The majority of the numbers being armed nonmagus soldiers patrolling the newly established area.

The nonmagus leader makes his announcement, with few couriers recruited in his efforts passing along the message of this claim to wanderers near and far.

"Fate has put us all through trials, forcing us to press against a grind that truly brings us to realize our resolve. To realize, what we are capable of... What we are willing to do. We have done the best we could, to comply, to complement and enhance the place we once called home. Though, in the end, it amounted to naught. Osrona, is no longer our home... And while it, and its higher enlisted numbers may revile us and our strive for equality? We will not allow it, to depress our efforts to seek a home for ourselves. Thus, it is here... On this mountainous plateau claimed inhospitable to the few wanderers that trek through it, that we claim a home. Upon the hardened soil, we shall build a foundation of a land anew, with our ideals, visions and dreams to strengthen us, with the independence we have sought to claim all along. I declare this land, the new residence of the Magus Defense Force, the center of operations of the Nomont Bank of Esshar and the Nomont Fabrication Company. Any and all potential wanderers, traders, blacksmiths or the like in search of work or collaboration towards the development of our society, are welcome. This... Is Adamantia."

Coords: 839, 909, 1

[Milly]

1840AC

The answer to Asura Nomont's Magus Defense Force from the Fireblooded was swift.
The leader of the movement himself, was supposedly seen conversing with the Dragonlord, Violet Vartuul, within his encampment.
Bits and pieces of the conversation was spread, no doubt changed over the course of many who passed it along.

"We are willing to work hand-in-hand with you in trade, once we're established."

"No no. You see, you made the mistake of believing this was unclaimed land. But this entire mountain belongs to my people. So you will leave."

"... Do you believe your people can fly, little human?"

The forces of the non-magi who follow Nomont were understandably dismayed and even terrified at such words uttered.
It was quickly understood that Asura's people only had a measly twenty-four hours to leave their encampment upon the Tarian Mountains,
lest the Dragonlord throw them off herself, personally.

[The Iron Jaw]

By the time the twenty-four timeframe is up, only a gaggle of stragglers can be spotted making their way from the abandoned campsite. The refugees had departed per demand, with reports and sightings of them heading south, likely for the desert known as Vanirhallan territory. Despite their pacing implying arrival within a few months' time? They seemed to have veered abruptly due east before vanishing outright...
Without much of a trace as to their vast numbers, the refugees simply managed to disappear with little but rumors as to their whereabouts.

Some claims of Asura Nomont being intercepted by rogue magi surface.
Others contradict such, by claiming it to be a monster of the Mire.
It is still largely unknown. Despite such, some remnants of the Nomont Industries largely unrelated to the political antics of the nonmagi leader continue to operate abroad.