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"And I told you," Kande replied, seated against the wall of his cell with one elbow resting against his knee, a man already waiting patiently for death, "that I would not abandon the people of Ysaval until I had done all I could to prevent their subjugation. So, here we are." Kande closed his...

Turn 2 - Year 735 - Early Summer Having finished awarding Yz a unit of his personal guard, a ceremony which was as ludicrous as it was entertaining, Briggun sat in a recently-devastated forest clearing, laboriously drinking a stein of ale through the thin slot on his horned helmet. Makar...

General Sergius bowed his head respectfully while remaining seated, and shortly after Estro rose from his seat, the temple workers removed the implements sustaining the connection to the General's location. As his image flickered away into the shadows, his voice could be heard trailing off: "As...

The General sat quietly and merely gave a knowing smile as Estro expressed some doubt that he was speaking to the real Man on the Mountain. As he laid his case out, however, the General's expression grew more attentive, as if he were searching for the hidden motives behind each new idea fielded...

"Yes, this temple is quite suitable for ritual by design, but we have also sought to strengthen its connection with the great temple in Vacium, where General Sergius has taken station this day." The robed figure led Estro into the temple through two heavy oak doors, bringing him into a darkened...

Munsie gave a cat-like grin. "Oh yes, sir," was all she said for a moment, taking a sip from her glass which she could barely swallow due to her urge to smile. Even her legs kicked a bit, suspended as they were an inch or so above the ground where she sat. "I will accept his invitation and...

After roughly a week, a response arrives with the seal of General Sergius of Civiceria: To the esteemed wizard, Estro, There is little which needs to be explained about the Empire's actions in Kaula, as you must see matters similarly to us. The Piantian colony was little more than a fat, lost...

Kande took a drink of his water, listening carefully to the dragon's words. She promised to preserve the tradition and ancestry of Ysaval, but how could she guarantee such a thing while standing in a land whose very name was regarded as so inconsequential that the Empire could merely call it...

Munsie's amber-colored eyes widened as she met Declan's gaze, and she laughed nervously. "Oh, sir, you shan't apologize to me," she said with a curtsey, or a rough approximation thereof in her padded armor, augmented with plates. Unlike many of her fellow rangers, who preferred earth tones...

"So, what do you make of this?" asked Tarasyn, Kande's aide de camp. She was seated on the opposite side of a small camp fire, her features largely obscured by the silver shawl she wore about her plate armor. Kande held the letter between his knees, using the fire's light to reread the dragon's...

Turn 1 (Part 2 - The Southern Campaigns) - Year 735 - Late Spring Civiceria Campaign In the weeks since arriving in the region, Estro watched as his allies' movements produced a growing sense of unease, although nothing had generated the sense of panic the wizard had hoped to take advantage...

"You're too late to be asking any of these questions," Aelan snapped. "Briggun has already attacked my people with that damned wyrm of his, and now you're asking if we want to fight back? Yes, I serve my King and my Queen, because they treat their subjects with kindness; your Emperor and his...

Having heard the creature's strange appeal for peaceful dialogue, Aelan was nonetheless certain that she couldn't trust them at all- not for a walk, not for a "tea party," and certainly not to "enjoy" whatever madness was inspiring Yz's actions and speech. The elf glared at her. "...That's...

Swybeck stood up straight as she entered, doing his best to appear stern without aggression, especially since Cazna's shadow darkened the door behind the envoy. The marshal spared her a weary glance before putting his attention squarely on "Lady Sarthyra." He cleared his throat. "A pleasure to...

Faska, breathing hard through clenched teeth, glanced back and forth between Adanach and Bjorga with a mixture of hope for his survival and resentment for the insults dealt to him in his defeat. He briefly considered the long and unhappy road ahead, serving a human master who in turn would serve...

There was a brief pause, and then Faska snickered, stepping in with a heavy lunge that brought his greatsword down on Adanach, who knocked it aside with his sword rested against his palm before attempting to bash the goblin on the crown of his head with the pommel. Instead, Faska ducked his head...

Faska lifted his chin, reached up calmly and tipped down his visor so that it would guard his face. "He won't 'ave to lift a fingah if ya destroy us first, Adanach. And when you and yer band run us lot down fer good, what use'll we be in your grand ol' uprising?" he hissed, gripping his sword's...

Faska simply laughed at the banter. He was glad that Adanach had a sense of humor, but the sales pitch that followed made him straighten up and lose his flippant attitude. "...Yeah, ya talk a big game, don't ya? But whossat 'heathen horde' gonna answer to, eh? The warlock ain't one of us, doggo...

Faska crossed the grassy field from where he dismounted to where Adanach stood, his armor jangling with each step. For such a crude culture, the goblins were surprisingly effective metalworkers, and they had reserved their best work for their strongest warlord in the north, even if it was more...

Turn 0 (Part 2 - The Southern Campaigns) - Year 735 - Early Spring Civiceria Campaign While the Civicerian Dominion is a titan of industry and trade in the southeast, and would have been a great challenger to Canar's power in this era if not for Briggun's takeover, the same cannot be said...