Dubhaine Family/Brigdha/Roleplays/2020/July

Dubhaine Family
Fame	40
Wealth	19485
Home Region	Ashforth
Home World	East Continent

Clan Dubhaine:

• Aednadh
• Aibhlidhn
• Aoifa
• Brigdha
• Cathal
• Ciarghuala
• Etain
• Moira
• Rhidhana
• Scein
• Threiginion

1st July

Summer Day - Evora

Lindow Moonsun

A Royal Breakfast

The sun was slowly appearing across the horizon. Lindow was walking through the town of Amon Laer, where Shadowdale's soldiers were protecting the merchants and heralds who accompany the army to announce the commercial advantages that Oporto would have within Shadowdale.

- Tell me about yourself, Captain Valentina - Lindow said. Beside him was a robust young woman wearing the the guard's uniform and behind her were five more guards.

- I am from a humble family of farmers from Greatbridge. They recruited me along with other children to learn bow handling. After that, Her Highness recruited many of those young people among whom I was, I learned a lot within the Gray Guard, and I thank her for this opportunity she has given me to be the captain of her guard. I will not fail you-

- I'm sure you won't -

Lindow and her guard entered an inn.

- Innkeeper, give me the best I have for dinner. And other than that stale turkey they give to outsiders-

- Your Majesty, we would never do that to a king, let alone our Shadow King. Many may have forgotten in such a short time but there are a few that we still remember where we really are from. -

- Glad to hear that, Innkeeper -

Lindow passed by one of the tables where there was a hooded man who had entered after him. Lindow whispered:

- Keep watching my back, Jaques -

Then he passed by a table where several young Shadowdale knights such as Tyrann, Martin, Mordred, Pan and Fitch were having breakfast.

- Glad to see you around here, young knights. Is there a gap in this table so that your king can sit down for breakfast? -

Tyrann Thrane

Tyrann was hunched over his bowl of stale turkey stew, absorbing what warmth he could and lost in thought. The inn was relatively quiet, a small fire crackled rhythmically as the occasional sound of slurping seemed to bounce from table to table. The slight whispers turned into a low mumbling after the doors opened and the mood among the patrons began to shift.

Tyrann lifted his head to the figure of the Shadow King, Lindow Moonsun, standing before him and his compatriots. He quickly rose, and having done so nearly fell over as his calves made contact with the bench. The sudden flush of embarrassment pulled Tyrann from his morning stupor. "Your Majesty..." He said while maneuvering away from the table and bowing his head, "there is always room at any table under which your Shadow presides." Tyrann, with head still bowed, extended his arm to gesture that his seat was available.

Mordred Pendragon Pendragon

Mordred looked up from his turkey leg, blinkily lazily at the unfamiliar voice. It took him a moment to recognize the Shadow King, never having met him before.

​​​​​​Mordred gave his King a once over, taking note of His Majesty's regal bearing. With a nod of approval and a smile on his face, he waved towards one of the vacant seats at their table.

-By all means, Your Majesty. We'd be honored to eat with you. It's not everyday one gets to break fast with the Shadow King himself!

Finishing up with his food, Mordred leaned on his chair and started rocking back and forth, arms behind his head.

-Your Majesty, how do you think everything is proceding? My men and I are quite satisfied with the results so far. Our methods do involve lots of carousing, after all.

Mordred chucked to himself, thinking fondly of the woman he had managed to bed a few hours prior.

Tyrann Thrane

Tyrann stood and watched Mordred's calm demeanor and couldn't help but wince at his own behavior; so quick to resort to formality and making a fool of himself in front of the Shadow King and his peers. Insecurities still troubled him and in these moments he was reminded of his youth and naivety. The need to remove from himself all that was "expected" in the house of his father was even more profound. He must act as the man he wishes to become.

He sat back down pushing away the bowl before him and began to drink his wine, hoping that his peers would soon forget his bumbling. He cleared his throat and sat upright in an attempt to regain the dignity lost.

Summer Evening - Evora

Lindow Moonsun

A Royal Breakfast

Lindow sat down next to the knights, soon a waitress arrived, leaving breakfast in front of Lindow.

- Your Highness, your breakfast dish, the best of this house - said the waitress as she set down a dish with marinated pork and mashed potatoes. Then the waitress looked up and smiled at Mordred, arousing Lindow's curiosity.

"It seems like there is another kind of takeover here" Lindow thought, then looked at all the knights at the table.

- Sirs, the takeover is working satisfactorily thanks to your work, but do not get used to these moments of little action, at any time you can be on the battlefield charging against the enemy under a rain of arrows - Lindow said smiling as he began to eat his breakfast.

- On the other hand, after the betrayal of the lady Kiera, the lordship of Oporto will be empty, I know that some of you have achieved enough prestige in the previous campaigns to be eligible for the title - Lindow looked at Tyrann, Pan, Fitch and Martin - In case there are many requests, we will decide as it has always been done in Shadowdale, by sword duel -

Zenta Carson

Zenta walking around while others eat breakfast while still thinking. The daimon within him seems to have disappeared, but suddenly.

Faint whispers of black speech: kul du nah ne ti lim, al na ki.

Then the whispers suddenly stop as his Captain came to greet him.

Captain Hilda: "Is everything alright sir?"

Zenta: "Yes, I ummmm yes I'm fine thank you for asking. Are the men enjoying themselves?"

Capt. Hilda: "Yes of course. Though I was wondering, would you like to join me for a meal?"

Seeing Hilda with a wide eye and smile actually put a smile on Zenta as well. Which was not an easy thing to do.

Zenta: "Of course Captain, I am feeling a bit famished."

He held out his arm and Captain Hilda blushed bright red. She took his arm and they walked to the finest inn in Oporto. Though it is as if Zenta had changed. He was not the harsh man he was once before. It's as if what was plaguing him just disappeared. However, all good things will soon come to an end.

Tyrann Thrane

Tyrann grinned and shook his head slightly as the Shadow King spoke of Mordred’s takeover and nodded once more as Lindow spoke of the rain of arrows; reminding him all too well of his defeat in Greatbridge less than a week ago.

As the shadow king began to speak of the vacancy of the Oporto Lordship Tyrann found his eyes drawn to a poorly lit corner of the inn. The shadows seemed to darken and almost pulse as he heard the words...

“kul du nah ne ti lim, al na ki”

A sudden sense of dread filled him with eyes wide, but the strange shadow vanished as he blinked. It was then the voice of the Shadow King asserted itself back in his consciousness, “In case there are many requests, we will decide as it has always been done in Shadowdale, by sword duel...” Tyrann knew he did not yet possess the qualities for Lordship but the thought of a duel seemed to light a fire inside of him.

“My King, I agree with Margrave Zenta. That the title of Lord of Oporto should pass to Sir Fitch.” Tyrann nodded towards his peer. “His loyalty has been given quite the test already. I would though fancy a bout. A bit of entertainment on the day of his ascension.” He paused and looked again at Fitch, “If you are willing of course my friend...”

Fitch Keltor

Fitch had been studying The kings face and demeanour, making sure that all was good, and indeed it it did. Even after his recent assassination attempt the king seemed confident and composed, and certainly not like anybody who had been almost killed twice.

Then out of the corner of his eye something changed. Tyranns pupils for a quick second bulged. Then he saw something. He searched his long list of memories for an answer

Then his friend ,Tryann, spoke with almost as much confidence as the king. He even looked brighter and his tone seemed more intense.

If you are willing of course my friend...

Something changed.

”To become a lord would be interesting. There are many benefits to this, such as becoming closer to my king, or having my own group of nobles. However I have made my goals clear from my first day as a noble. To gain enough money that the light gleaming off of my mountain of coin can be seen in the furthest reaches of the known world. At the moment I have an estate producing double than that of the same size in Braga, and am uninterested for the most part in any titles for a long while.”

This was a lie. He greatly wanted to become the lord and had had plans of this day since he could remember. But the mention of a duel scared him. he was never good with sword and even after going through a few battles he still reckoned he was better at wielding a quill than a sword. But more than this the change in tryann from one who also wished to be a lord from wanting him. This was the scariest of all...

Maccio Aurelle

A Royal Breakfast

- "The greedy type, ain't ya?"

A young man about the same size as Fitch but slightly thinner, dressed in a white aketon, peered the table through a nearby open window.

- "Know a mutt called Brock? He's got a nice pile o' gold like ye want to have. What he has it fer? Heck if I know. Dude's been sittin' atop it doin nuthin' whilst his realm withered away. If ye want gold, at least have somethin' ye wish to spend it on."

The young man turns slightly to meet Lindow's gaze and gives a sloppy salute with one hand whilst resting the other arm's elbow atop the frame of the window.

- "Greetin' the new blood, ey? Looked outside? There's a sh*te ton o' people 'round this place. Tons o' nobles n' a king gathered in the same spot fer breakfast, some olde tavern now visited by royalty. Dude's goin' to brag fer years about dis." - Says pointing towards the innkeeper with a thumb - "Lucky devil..."

The young man sits on the window frame, brings one of his legs in and pulls out a knife and then an orange, which he begins peeling as he talks.

- "Well now... Haven't met ye folks before, save King Lindow of course. I probably read ye letters, but can't link faces n' names with just pieces o' parchment. Who each one of ye be?"

2nd July

Summer Evening - Evora

Mordred Pendragon Pendragon

Mordred's smile got slightly wider and winked at the waitress, trying not to stare at her retreating form.

-Lovely figure, he thought to himself.

As he heard the King's words, his face fell. Had he been able to assist in the campaign he could've been Lord of this region. Damn it all!

-I'm sorry about my absence during the campaign you four have fought in. Unfavorable circumstances befell me on my way to Oporto...I got lost and ended up in Avamar.

He gave them a sheepish smile.

-It's a shame. I would've loved to kick your asses! Pardon my Shadowdalian, my King.

With a grin, Mordred leaned his head back and sighed contentedly, thinking about the waitress, her grace unimpeded by pesky things such as clothes.

Jaques Talos

Oporto, Royal Breakfast

Jaques slipped down stairs and found an empty table at the inn, Quietly he ordered breakfast and looked around at all the other Knights and Lords.

He smiled as he saw the new knights that had emerged, as well as old ones like the Margrave.

Silently he accepted his drink and started to eat.

Lindow Moonsun

A Royal Breakfast

- Welcome to this meeting, Tormentor Maccio - Lindow said - Sirs, I present Lord Maccio Aurelle, Margrave of Akesh Temple and Tormentor of Shadowdale, he is a great promoter of laws, a great warrior and an exquisite slave collector - Lindow said as he finished eating his breakfast.

Then Lindow looked at the young knights and said

- Sir Fitch, your loyalty to Shadowdale is admirable and I hope to see you among the candidates for the Lordship of Oporto - Lindow looked at Mordred - You are young, Sir Mordred, and you still have great feats to live, do not be in a hurry to show that you have greatness, that is always inside you -

Lindow leaned back and raised his hand looking at the waitress.

-Waitress! bring the best bottle of wine you have, we are going to make a toast -

- Right now, your Highness! -

Tyrann Thrane

Tyrann listened closely to Fitch’s refusal and could sense that there was something troubling him. He shook his head in disappointment and drank of his wine. It was then that the thin figure of Maccio appeared in the window. Tyrann found himself puzzled by his speech and only after the introduction by Lindow did the pieces begin to fall in place. He had known the mountain folk to be rather different and that perhaps it was the thin availability of oxygen responsible for the dialect.

Tyrann turned to Maccio and raised his goblet, “Hail Tormentor, I am Sir Tyrann of Al Amarah. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh and, as you have said, put a face to a name.” Tyrann gestured his goblet slightly higher in the air and finished his wine. “I must say that your charm is lost in your missives my Lord.” He said with a grin.

As Mordred began to speak Tyrann’s vision seemed to tunnel and hone in on each syllable. “Let us forgo shame, my brother in arms. Was it circumstance that kept you from Greatbridge as well? There lies the shame for I did not have the pleasure of seeing your wielding of a blade.” Tyrann’s sarcastic tone could be sensed by all. It was then the Shadow King ordered a finest the young waitress to fetch more wine.

“Let we two provide the entertainment after the reclamation of Oporto, a friendly bout of skill. Providing we are permitted by his Majesty.” There was a uneasy pause, interrupted then by the waitress with a bottle of Taur Doron Reserve.

Zenta Carson

As the breakfast feast continued, Zenta sat at the bar away from everyone. Though his Captain, Hilda, was still with him. She asked.

"My lord, does something trouble you?"

"Yes Hilda, something does. You have served me for a little while now, what do you think of my command ability?"

"Well you are courageous, you think on your feet. You don't let anyone push you around. I mean you are lord of Negev. That is also why I have kind of fallen in love with you."

Zenta a bit surprised, didn't know what to say to Hilda. It was as if he was stuned that someone actually cared about him. He did not know how to react. Though he was not sure if fratnization (no idea how to spell it) was allowed within the military chain of command.

"Hilda I honestly had no idea you felt that way about me. Though being your superior I'm not sure if it is wise. However, I do have feelings for you as well."

Her eyes sparkled with delight as if no one had ever told her that before. Zenta was in love with his own Captain. And the Captain was in love with him. Zenta's heart filled with joy. Soon to become empty and hollow again.

Tyrann Thrane

As the bottle of Taur Doron Reserve was poured and those at the table sat in a brief silence Tyrann felt his eyes, by will not of his own, focus on the back of Zenta. The sense of relief washed over him, as if weight was lifted from his shoulders. He sat in a sort of stupor having no idea where the last several minutes went.

Mordred Pendragon Pendragon

Mordred's eyes narrowed slightly at Tyrann's remark, but the smile never left his face.

-Brother, are you hard of hearing, perhaps? I'm fairly certain I said I got lost on the way.

The concern in his voice was so genuine that it was obvious that he was mocking Tyrann.

Even at the knight's blatantly caustic tone, Mordred just kept on smiling, intentionally letting the sarcasm fly over his head.

-Why, brother, you flatter me so!

Mordred made a show of effeminately fanning his face, as if he were blushing.

-Though I regret to inform you that you won't worm yourself in my sheets that easily! I find myself solely attracted to the fairer sex.

At the mention of a fun duel, Mordred gave him another toothy grin.

-Sir Tyrann, I'd love nothing more. Although I think we should stop making a fool of ourselves with our idle chatter. Unless there is something else you wish to babble to His Majesty?

Marcus Towerfall

Marcus Towerfall smiled to himself in the night as him and his men continued marching on towards Oporto to help or at least support the take over there. He hefted his axe onto his shoulder as he called out to his men "I wonder if any rogues may sally out to strike at our forces." One of his main men, Rowland responded with a laugh "I hope they do so they can taste our steel!" His men let out an oorah at that as Marcus laughed. "Don't fret Rowland, you bloodthirsty daimon, in a land such as this our blades will be slick with blood before long be it in Oporto or elsewhere I believe enemies will be aplenty for us to strike down." His men let out another Oorah as they continued their march onward to glory, gold and maybe gore, who knows!

Stephan Oldwin

Negev Homesteads, Two hours after 'Heavy Training' ...

Captain Delia knocked on the door, the soft knocks barely were noticed until Stephan peered his head up, him and a few others were the only ones able to somewhat recover so quickly after such training. "Yes?"

The Captain stood a bit straighter, even if she was behind the door still. "It's Captain Delia, sir. Permission to enter?"

Stephan finished looking over the equipment report. "Oh, of course, come on in, Delia." He took one of the rags everyone was given and dabbed it on his forehead again, getting any sweat off before she entered.

The door opened, and a medium sized woman stepped in, wearing her casual clothing. Delia was young, like Stephan, her pale smooth skin went well with her ash white hair. She closed the door and did a small bow for Stephan, soon waving the formality away. "Please, no need to be so formal, Delia, we're recovering from training."

Delia nodded and stood strait, not being able to fully relax just yet, even if her superior asked for it. "Y-Yes Sir. I just wanted to stop by to ask a few questions." Her lavender eyes gazed at Stephan, giving him her full attention and respect.

Stephan nodded and took out a flask, taking a long draft from the bottle, which said bottle contained water, which he kept close at almost all times. "Oh? Sure, I'll answer any questions you have, just ask away." The remarkably stunning woman nodded and cleared her throat, glancing and gesturing to the letters asking for nobles to reposition and help take back Oporto.

"Sorry if I'm stepping out of line by saying this, but. Why haven't we moved to Oporto? The Grey Exarch requested us days ago, isn't it wrong to not go? Claim what should be ours?" She exclaimed with concern. She was recruited a few days ago as well, hoping to get experience with a rookie, just like her. She watched patiently and observantly as he spoke.

" When I was beckoned, I didn't have the numbers, so, I went to the capital, and recruited you and some others, giving me somewhat increased numbers. And I returned here to get closer to Oporto, but just to prepare I decided to put us through some training, making us work better together and giving everyone some experience."

Delia looked a slight bit shocked. She didn't think of that, not one bit. But that was smart, building cohesion and making sure they all didn't look like dolts. She then remembered her submitted equipment report. "What about equipment, we have a slight bit of damage to it all, and we don't have time to visit the capital. Are we even going to go to Oporto?"

Stephan nodded. " Don't worry, Delia, I have that figured out. And to answer your question, Yes. W are going to Oporto. to answer your other question. Equipment is fine, we're only going to be a reinforcement force. Due to our somewhat small numbers, we don't have the manpower or skill to hold a candle to some of the other nobles. So we'll come as a reinforcement garrison. As for when, we'll head tomorrow morning, when everyone is rested and ready to go. I managed to recruit a few scouts, and they should hopefully be here by tomorrow morning as well, when we leave."

Delia was shocked again. She didn't expect to be serving under a remotely intelligent noble. He didn't seem like a power hungry person either, like she expected him to be. She smiled and nodded once more, bowing again. "Thank you, Sir Oldwin, for reassuring my worry, I shouldn't have doubted you one bit. Goodnight, try not to stay up too late alright?"

"Of course, Delia, goodnight to you too."

She waved and opened his door, walking out and closing it gently, her footsteps echoing through the hall until the sound faded away. Stephan revealed a very feint smile and he soon returned to another report, going over it as the night sky continued to loom over Negev Homesteads, and the night sounds conitnued to fill the night.

Zenta Carson

At the bar of the Inn, Zenta can be seen with his Captain. Gazing into each other's eyes both lean into each other. They kiss. Everyone watching in the Inn not knowing what to think.

As they kiss suddenly it was as if the entire room got dark and a scorching red eye appears but no one else can see it except Sir Thrane and Zenta. Scared to death Zenta falls off the stool and he heard the black speech screech through the entire Inn.

Black Speech: "DA NA KI REM NAH!!!!!! TI KOO NAH MA TO LI!!!!!!"

(Translation: "Death will come to Shadowdale!!!!! You can not stand against the horde!!!!!)

Then suddenly everything went back to normal with Hilda at his side confused and everyone in the Inn looked at him. It was as if Zenta had seen a ghost.

After seeing it Thrane approaches Zenta.....for he saw and heard it all.

3rd July

Summer Day - Evora

Maximilian Rea

"Smee! We nee' ta get some funny look'n folk fur tha Shadow Capt'n!"

"Capt'n Maxy, why do ye need deem?"

"We can't be tell'n all me mateies tha we was with the girliees fur the last weeks! Get ta it Smee!"

Tyrann Thrane

Tyrann looked confusingly at Mordred, he had no recollection of what he had been saying just moments ago. It was then he heard the sound of what seemed like the twisting of time and as he turned to see the Margrave darkness consumed the inn.

The scorching, lidless eye manifested and with it the thundering phrase, “DA NA KI REM NAH!!!!!! TI KOO NAH MA TO LI!!!!!!"

Tyrann fell back from the bench in fear as as quickly as it appeared it was gone. Breathing heavy he made his way quickly to Zenta and kneeling beside him. With the aid of Hilda they slowly brought the Margrave to his feet.

”M m my Lord, you saw the...” Tyrann paused and looked around to his confused countrymen and fellow patrons, “Let us make for your camp my Lord, Hilda will you lead the way?”

Brigdha Dubhaine

My friends, you seem unable to grasp the essential nature of our predicament.

• Shadowdale needs to expand because we have many knights to support;
• Many of these knights are young and eager to experience the thrill of battle;
• Colonies may well offer those thrills but these knights have chosen Shadowdale as the place to come of age;
• And war will soon be upon us by King Smiddich's design.

It is to the North's advantage if Shadowdale retains her full compliment of knights given that even when Perdan seeds her colony it's unlikely her numbers will fall much below thirty knights and her allies in Perleone field twenty-eight.

The solution to this crisis therefore has to involve Shadowdale gaining more land with which to support her knights and properly equip them. And it has to involve the North pulling together to resist King Smiddich's attempts to settle a client state on our western flank.

Brigdha Dubhaine

Ambassador of Shadowdale

Baroness of Evora

Priestess of The Shadows

Patrician of Circle of Fate

Summer Evening - Evora

Lindow Moonsun

A Royal Breakfast

The Taur Doron Reserve bottle fell to the ground after Zenta's agonized scream. Everyone at the table got up instantly, the Grey Guards approached near Lindow at the din that was happening.

Lindow watched Tyrann walk out of the tavern with Zenta and his captain, making an awkward silence. Then Lindow looked at the remaining knights and said

- Sirs, excuse me, let leave the toast for another more appropriate moment - Then he put on his cape while the waitress brought a broom to clean the floor.

- I am glad to have breakfast with you, Sirs. Good luck in the takeover -Lindow said while he put his fist to his heart as a sign of farewell and left the the tavern.

Zenta Carson

After Zenta, Hilda and Thrane left the Inn, Zenta began muttering 5 words. "The end times are coming" "The end times are coming" Zenta then suddenly passes out just as they reach the tent. They managed to get him on hit cot. Hilda then says.

"Sir Thrane if it is ok I feel that the lord would be better if he were alone for a bit."

Then 10 of Zenta's guards surrounded the tent. Zenta then began having flash backs of his childhood.

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Flash back

"Hey Jedtha throw the ball over here haha"

The young Zenta was so happy and cheerful..... but something in him changed.

"Mom!!! Dad!!!! Where are you?!"

Monsters came and tore apart their home. Eating peasents whole watching blood spill from their bodies, Zenta was scarred for life. Though his mom and dad were safe watching people die did not sit well with him. Until he slowly recovered. Tabetha, the eldest sister, taught Zenta to spar. She even taught him how to read and write.

Tabetha: "Zenta what are you doing?" *smacks his hand with a ruler*

Young Zenta: "Ouch that hurt, you're a meanie."

Tabetha: "Well if you pay attention I wouldn't have had to do that now would I?"

When Zenta was out playing one day he could hear a faint whisper. Something that was not at all of the common tongue.

Black speech: Ku nah rim!! Ku nah rim!!

(Translation: bring me death!! Bring me death!!)

Suddenly memories of those foul demon like creatures came more into focus. The demon breed caused all this destruction.

As the flash back ended Zenta in the tent remained still unconscious. Only Zenta knows what actually happened in his past. And Thrane maybe the key....... no one truly knows.

5th July

Summer Evening - Evora

New War Breaking Out

Perdan has declared war on Nivemus. They gave the following reason:

As the one week grace period has elapsed and the nation of Nivemus has not given over command of the nominated regions, Perdan now commits to a period of War.

This act is not one given lightly, but made so that our allied colonists can take command of the islands and their mainland cities, bringing peace, prosperity and noble oversight to the coast. Even now, a band of eager knights have pledged to create their realm, Alexandria, on these shores.

Perdan shall engage Nivemus in this war for land, ending only when the regions of Kalmar, Gadlock, Kazan and Kazakh are under our control, and thereafter given over to Alexandria.

The grace period has enabled Nivemus and her allies to protect these interests, and we shall gladly fight for them. Perdan shall not engage in treachery or subterfuge, but adhere to an honest conflict of nation against nation.

6th July

Summer Evening - Evora

Marcus Towerfall

After hearing of the tournament in Karbala Marcus smiled before setting the letter in his pocket before saying to his men "Seems you lot will get to relax while I do the fighting." His men laughed at that and Captain Gunnar who was a colossus of a man, made his way over with a smile on his scarred and bearded face "A tournament My Lord?" to which Marcus nodded with a smile "Seems a sword-fighting tournament yes, meanwhile you louts and brigands can drink up the towns mead and annoy half the city while I'm whipping another noble's arse into next week." Gunnar chuckled before saying "My ma once told me, a man who exclaims victory often does not find it." Marcus grunted, "Well I must assume your mother was wise so we shall see won't we?" Gunnar nodded while helping to begin their travels, during the beginning of the march Gunnar said to Marcus "Be wary My Lord, some of these men have perhaps seen more of war than you have, experience fighting an actual war is different from fighting the occasional rogues many of your men are used to along with you." Marcus nodded before saying "I will not underestimate my opponent Captain Gunnar but don't underestimate me either." Gunnar chuckled to himself as the two men continued on their journey with the rest of Towerfall Guards.

7th July

Summer Day - Evora

Maximilian Rea

"Smee, ye need ta keep yer legs a-part. Lookie at me stance!"

"Capt'n do we really have ta do tha'? Wot's wrong with tha normal way a doin' swordfightin'?"

"Smee I nee' ta fight like tha ones wot 'andsomly ran me round tha rig! I cann't lose to these landlubbers! Again Smee!"

(RUN A RIG - To play a trick.)

Diplomatic News

Nivemus and Shadowdale have ended their hostilities and agreed to a cease fire.

8th July

Summer Day - Evora

Lindow Moonsun

The V Karbala tournament

There were a lot of people on the tournament enclosure, they were there waiting for the fighting to start. Like other times, it was a wooden enclosure with two balconies facing each other, one of them reserved for the high nobility of Shadowdale and the other for the minor noble families and wealthy bourgeois. On the ground were the peasants who were also allowed to watch the tournament.

At that moment the trumpets sounded and the cry of a herald was heard

- The king! -

Lindow entered the balcony while the assistants gritaban y aplaudian a su rey. He stood near the railing and looked at all of them.

- Shadowdalians, welcome to the V Karbala tournament. I'm glad to see so much excitement here to see our brave warriors fighting for the grand prize. There are many participants in this tournament. Enjoy the combat and the gifts of your king -

At that time a group of servants entered the enclosure with several carts full of breads. Immediately afterwards they began to launch them to the assistants. All of them began to catch the breads with shouts of joy and praise to their king. When the servants finished, the trumpets were blown again and Lindow shouted

- Let the duels begin! -

Lindow Moonsun

The V Karbala tournament

There were a lot of people on the tournament enclosure, they were there waiting for the fighting to start. Like other times, it was a wooden enclosure with two balconies facing each other, one of them reserved for the high nobility of Shadowdale and the other for the minor noble families and wealthy bourgeois. On the ground were the peasants who were also allowed to watch the tournament.

At that moment the trumpets sounded and the cry of a herald was heard

- The king! -

Lindow entered the balcony while the assistants screamed and applauded their king. He stood near the railing and looked at all of them.

- Shadowdalians, welcome to the V Karbala tournament. I'm glad to see so much excitement here to see our brave warriors fighting for the grand prize. There are many participants in this tournament. Enjoy the combat and the gifts of your king -

At that time a group of servants entered the enclosure with several carts full of breads. Immediately afterwards they began to launch them to the assistants. All of them began to catch the breads with shouts of joy and praise to their king. When the servants finished, the trumpets were blown again and Lindow shouted

- Let the duels begin! -

Dana Blackstone

The V Karbala tournament

Dana would be inside her tent, examining the armor she had been made for tournaments like this with utmost delight. The armor was thick leather dyed in dark blue, decorated with a pattern of straight lines running down all sides of the armor and reinforced shoulder pads. All thought to grant a good protection without losing mobility.

-The blacksmith has done a magnificent job- Dana said to herself as she started to put on the armor.

After finishing fastening the last rivets on the armor, Dana leaves her tent, observing the busy and joyous festive atmosphere of the tournament. Dana would look around, looking for familiar faces, finding in the distance her captain, Sebastian, who seemed to be talking and drinking with some of the soldiers who had come with her to the tournament.

But the face that would most attract her attention would be that of her majesty, King Lindow Moonsun, who was preparing to signal the beginning of the first duel.

Summer Evening - Evora

Maccio Aurelle

Duel in Negev: Maccio vs Luna

Maccio still had his warrior apparel on, having been on
campaign shortly before this tournament had been announced
and had not had the chance to return to Akesh. Broe helmet
with mail aventail, a brown gambeson with a plate chest on
top, plus leather gloves and boots. On his back, hanging from
a leather strap was a wooden round shield. In his belt were
tied a battle axe with its edge covered with a leather sheath,
bolas, a bag of caltrops and a dagger.

His retinue made very good way through the roads and arrived
in the morning at Negev, where an encampment showing the Tempest
family crest was already deployed. There, they headed, and Maccio
searched for Luna to begin the competition.

Zenta Carson

"Well fought Sir Dawson. Hopefully you will have better luck in future matches."

Zenta bows then walks away.

Maximilian Rea

"Capt'n, ye can't fight when ye arm is cut 'up like tha'!"

"Hogwash! Lemme -"

Smee smashed a bottle over the young man's head, knocking the knight out cold.

"Aye, Capt'n, ye make me do dis ev'r'y time ye do."

11th July

Summer Evening - Evora

Tyrann Thrane

Before the duel Tyrann could feel a burning sensation gripping his shoulder just as it did at the inn days ago. The sensation intensified as he thought of his loss in the tournament at the hands of Sir Mordred and found himself once again before his rival.

His vision seemed to grow a darker and darker red as the two crossed blades, trading blow for blow. With each drop of sweat Tyrann could begin to hear the whispers that haunted him in Oporto but he could only comprehend a single word, “unworthy”

Tyrann raised his blade and attempted to strike with what strength he had left; missing Sir Mordred. The dark voice began to laugh, “Weak!” The heat in his shoulder was gone and so too was his red sight, followed by the piercing pain of Sir Mordreds blade landing true.

12th July

Summer Day - Evora

Lindow Moonsun

A last event in peace times

Like other times, the Hall of Mirrors of the Grey Palace was the place where the great dinner organized by Lindow was held.

For those new nobles who had never been to the Grey Palace, the room was huge. Unlike the throne room, this room had no columns, it only had four large windows on one of the long sides and on the other a wall full of mirrors. On the ceiling everyone could see beautiful frescoes of mythological animals, flowers, strange breeds, and great warriors. The tables were arranged in a large U, leaving a space in the middle where the dance would open. In one corner was an orchestra playing ambient songs.

As always, a herald announced the entrance of the guests, only noble Shadowdale families could enter, both great and minor houses.

The guests were entering while the orchestra played lively music in the background.

At that moment the herald gave a strong blow with his cane and announced

- His Majesty the Shadow King Lindow Moonsun -

Lindow entered the room, the guests fell silent and saluted their king.

- Ladies and Lords, dames and sirs, welcome once again to have dinner with me in my home. I'm glad to see new faces at this new event. Enjoy dinner and night - Lindow said and he went to his place in the table and sat down. 

The guests sat down, those more powerful nobles sat near Lindow while the minor families sat far away.   - Bring the food and drink - Lindow ordered and a column of servants entered the room carrying trays with roasted lambs and pigs accompanied by garnish of vegetables, exotic fruits, fried fish, meat and vegetable pies, and more kinds of delicacies. In addition to the best quality beer mugs, mead and wine bottles.   Lindow took his glass of wine and stood up.   - Noble shadowdalians, I announce that we will soon have war, a war of expansion with the aim of extending our kingdom on the Continent -

Lindow made a little pause to see all the guest and continued. 

- As you know, the last campaign was an offense to our kingdom, the whole north insulted us, they called us thugs while all of them threatened to attack us in the case of conquering any land of Nivemus. Today is over, none of them is going to impose anything on us again. We don't owe them anything while they owe us everything, let's take what is ours, let's take it, let's take it now! For the glory of Shadowdale! - 

For Shadowdale!

Dawson Lawson

Dawson sat at the table eating when the king walked in. There was a hush that fell over the crowd and the king started to give his speech. Dawson saw the capaign when the north insulted them and his blood was starting to boil at the end of the speech. Then the king finished his speech for Shadowdale. At which Dawson grabbed his glass and jumped up and raised his glass and yelled

"For Shadowdale"

Flavia Arindal

Flavia sat in her appointed place in King Lindow's magnificent banqueting hall. *He certainly does know how to set a table,* she thought as the pleasing aroma of roast pig reached her nostrils.

Then she heard his speech, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"For Shadowdale!" she shouted.

14th July

Summer Day - Evora

Letter from Brigdha Dubhaine

Council, forgive my silence of late. Events in the High Firmament have demanded my attention and it's only now as the ferment recedes that I'm once more able to concentrate on my secular duties.

I must say that the volume of correspondence during my confinement has been fearsome but I've taken the time this morning to read all of it.

War with Caligus. There is a certain tragic inevitability to this. We who nurtured our fallen brothers in their hour of need seem to have never earned their love or respect. I have certainly tried to maintain good relations with King Rowan and Ambassador Actron but recent events show how little success I've had. Indeed to see my own words - expressed some weeks ago when there was still hope of an amicable solution to our growing pains - recast to suggest nefarious intent on the part of Shadow King Lindow was a most unwelcome surprise.

We have poured blood and treasure into reviving Caligus. True it was to our benefit to have a southern neighbour we could rely upon should Perdan come knocking on our door. But still, we could have seeded that neighbour ourselves and dispossessed the Caligans of their home when the South had them all but annihilated.

As a diplomat and a priestess my advice is always to seek a peaceful resolution where such is possible. But I am old enough and sufficiently well versed in the realities of this continent to know that when no option remains but war it is best if that war has clear goals and leaves the victor in a stronger position than when it started.

If we must have war with Caligus then securing Fontan and the border forts which guard it is of primary importance, whether as chips to bargain for other desirable outcomes or as a guarantee that an honourable peace will endure. To fail in this would leave our heartlands vulnerable to attack on two fronts, assuming that Sirion chooses to aid Caligus.

It would also be wise to provide King Rowan with an out which allows him to save face when we have achieved our goals. Getting rid of the encumbrance that is Akesh Temple strikes me as just such a fig leaf to his damaged dignity. It's not like the stronghold is of any practical use to us.

Brigdha Dubhaine

Ambassador of Shadowdale

Baroness of Evora

Priestess of The Shadows

Summer Evening - Evora

Ivo Mersault

Discreet enquiries were made, some coin changed hands. There were plenty of ears and eyes in the Bloody Stump and by sunrise, it would be common knowledge on the streets that the Sirion Ambassador was back in Perdan City.

But it all appeared for naught, as the King seemed to be out of the city on business.

Lorelai Chamberlain

Twisting the braid into a pleat she slid the slender blade into the ornamental pin casing.

He was an old man... nothing to be afraid of...

She brought the slatted corsetry around the silk blouse and slotted another pair of daggers into the secret sheathes in the panels.

She only wanted to look... to see him.

Bringing the cape onto her shoulders she pulled the hood into place. Stepping out her legs felt leaden and she wanted in so many ways to turn back... but she needed to see him... she rarely visited the stump... tonight she must.

Kenneth MacArbin

Kenneth nodded at the report, fingers steepled pensively in front of him.  He hoped it was a matter of diplomacy, but there was really only one way to find out why Ivo was here, on the eve of likely war...

Lorelai Chamberlain

No weapons in the Stump, not since that man had tried... well she wasn't certain from the stories she had heard what he had tried... but it clearly involved weapons and shouting. The knives remained hidden, they were defensive... more of a shield than a blade... at least that was what she told herself as she hung her cloak and made her way to the bar.

She would just look... have a drink and look... just to see him with her eyes... rather than see woodfuts or the images within her head.

He was an old man... nothing to be afraid of... she ardently felt for the secreted blades, reassured as she traced each one again.

She scanned the bar... where was he? Breath quickening she sat at one of the smaller tables, placing a coin within sight of the ale wife...

Gerald Blackstone

Gerald walked into the bloody stump in Perdan City, he was ragged and looked like hell.

He sat at the bar, his tattered cloak pulled around him, he moved his left arm and felt an inch in his right despite him having lost that arm not long ago, he had bandages over his left eye, whilst not blind that eye he was ensuring it didn’t get infected.

He looked at the bar man and put down two silver coins “Ale, if you have.”

Gerald considered something for a moment “And would you be hiring? I am wee bit out of my luck, war isn’t kind to old men like me.”

Gerald was dressed in his legion uniform, though it was bloody and tattered like the rest of his clothing, orange and black and an all to familiar symbol was present on his tabard, under which he wore simple mail and gambeson.

15th July

Summer Day - Evora

Monterys Velaryon

Finally he was awake. Monterys opened his eyes and found himself lying in the bed of a warm and cozy little room, his aide and Galecaller standing right besides him."Whee..Where am I? Where is Gheric? Call for Gheric, I need to tell him what happened.." The last he remembered was a soul-eating storm that tested his ship Sunchaser with great strength. He remembered going through the thick of it and into the eye of the storm before passing out. "My Lord, we are far away from home. We were drifting with debris along the trade line which connects Dwilight with this new place. They call it the East Island and it looks really nice. No monsters here at all. Just humans."

Monterys grumbled and moaned as pain still tortured him but quickly motioned for a pen and some paper.

Dustiria Noire

Bruce looked at the dirty and bandaged man in front of him as he poured a mead and slid it across the bar. This one has seen some shot he thought to himself. As the man asked for work the burly bartender looks over at the new boy clearing a table before his gaze goes back to the one armed man before him considering then.one heavily tattooed arm waves Sally over.

"Sally get this one a uniform..." Bruce says

She looks very confused at Bruce then at the man he indicated before comprehension dawn's, "uniform right" she winks and heads off.

"If you will be working here I need your name, what you can do, " Bruce says in his serious voice then softens, "and your story."

Summer Evening - Evora

Tyrann Thrane

A Budding Rivalry

Tyrann stood before Sir Mordred, gripping tightly the hilt of the worn and battered training sword. At the mention of the wound suffered previously his face grimaced. Mordred had become the manifestation of the confidence lacked by the Viscount of Oporto. Whilst the waging of war was not unknown to the slender lord his appearance did not allude to that fact.

“Your trespasses have been forgiven Sir.” Referring to the Letters exchanged a few days before. With a flick of his shoulder length blonde hair Tyrann grinned, “I can hardly remember the pain.” Few in attendance were not convinced, the subtly of how he held the piece of oak and his stance were telltale signs to those professionally trained that all was not well.

Tyrann raised his sword, puffed out his chest, “Be mindful of the splinters brother.” He grinned once more and signaled his readiness.

16th July

Summer Day - Evora

Letter from Brigdha Dubhaine

Daimons are not a problem here on East Continent because many of us have kin on Beluaterra to resist their incursions, and on Dwilight to keep a watchful eye on the Puma.

However never think that East Continent is safe from otherworldly dangers. These very lands we hold so dear and have sacrificed so much blood and treasury to defend have ever been the focus for such forces, not least the Dragon, that slumbering power from the mists of Elven youth whose merest slumbering fancy unleashes madness and treachery. Few here are old enough to remember Gregor, or Jon Paul, the Fall of Dunnera or the insanity of Armstrong. But surely many of you must recall Garas, the man upon whom all our fates turned for many a long year of war.

We find ourselves even now wrapped in the coils of that ancient serpent. Will it stir from its slumber and bring all to ruin? That only time will tell.

Brigdha Dubhaine

Ambassador of Shadowdale

Baroness of Evora

Priestess of The Shadows

Summer Evening - Evora

Tyrann Thrane

The Sound of Silence

Disappearance of Lord Zenta

Tyrann made his way through relatively unused corridors of the Grey University in an attempt to collect his thoughts before his training match. The slight rhythmic echo of his boots on the marble flooring helped ease the Viscount. Shortly after, as he continued to walk alone, he soon realized that the echo had gone and the atmosphere of the corridor seemed to stand still.

A howl of pain pierced through the stagnate air and the lingering feeling Tyrann had felt since his first encounter with Lord Zenta suddenly vanished. The young Viscount would later be told of Zenta’s mysterious disappearance leading him to wonder, “Perhaps Zenta was the daimon in disguise? No it couldn’t be…”    

17th July

Summer Day - Evora

Tyrann Thrane

Word of the Viscount’s several defeats at the hands of Sir Mordred had made their way through the nobility to the common folk of Karbala. It took all he had in him to make his way through the whispers and giggling of small children and maidens with his head held high. When passing his fellow nobles his gaze would divert in the hopes of preserving a false sense of dignity. It was a long walk to the Great Square.   As he began to oversee the final details of his planned march to Krimml the Great Square seemed to explode. It was in these late hours of dusk that the square would burst into a frenzy with merchants and vendors all clamoring for the final grasps at the coin to be had. The short trek, he hoped, would offer a reprieve and allow him to do much needed self-reflection.     

18th July

Summer Evening - Evora

William Armsworth

"Message for you, Sir"

"Much obliged", I reply, tossing the runner a piece of silver.

He smiles as he catches the coin: "Thank you m'lord. Do you wish for me to wait for a reply?"

"Too busy right now, maybe later", I say while glancing briefly in his direction from my existing paperwork, a distracted, faint smile on my face.

"As you wish, m'lord", he says while exiting backwards, bowing slightly.

As I am about to file the envelope on the 'in' pile, it catches a beam of sunlight and I notice the structure of the paper is different from envelopes used by people I've had the pleasure of communicating with previously. I turn over the envelope and study the seal for a mark.

Blank...

Raising one eyebrow while reaching for my letter opener, I proceed to open the envelope and read:

"I, Mordred Pendragon, Knight of Karbala, challenge you to a training match. Look me up in the capital in order to resolve the challenge. You have 1 day to answer the challenge. What do you say?"

Mmm,.. I utter with a half a sinus intonation as I ponder in silence:

On the one hand I could use some good practice..

On the other, war is about to be announced and I don't want to be hurt when it starts..

And then there are the rumours about how he treated Lord Thrane..

I do have 3 years on the man and the swords are blunt.

What's the worst that could happen, right?

I slowly fold the letter while pondering, insert it quickly back into the envelope as my eyes regain focus and ring the medium sized bell on my desk.

"Runner!"

July 19th

Summer Day - Evora

Dawson Lawson

Dawson has came to respect Dana, and even though they do not talk much might even consider her a friend. They have fought a few duels against each other and have fought a couple of wars together. So when they stood across from each other for this match Dawson smiled at her and raised his sword up to his chest, smiled and bowed his head in salute to her.

She was a good fighter and the duel lasted a little while. Dawson saw an opening for a second and attacked it and made contact with her. Unfortunately he misjudged how hard to attack the opening and the cut went deeper then expected. And she grabbed at the wound and fell. As Dawson knelt down to help her the judge declared him the winner as healers ran out to check on her.

William Armsworth

There is a slight chill in the air when William makes his way to the training grounds. Dawn approaches. Reviewing the mental notes he made the evening before based on what he could find out about Mordred's tactics, he decided it would probably be best not to assume anything and adopt a neutral stance.

When he arrives, he is greeted by his captain, Osmona, whom he asked to be present. She looks slightly worried:

"Morning, Sir. Hope you slept well?"

"Like a baby."

"Crying every 90 minutes, Sir?"

I burst out in laughter and slap her on the shoulder:

"Ah, I'm glad I picked you to be captain. Did you find out anything about my opponent?"

"Yes, Sir, this Mordred fellow is no joke. Aggressive, fast, accurate and ambitious. Far as I know he's only lost once. I also learned he recently told instructor Biden he will not be needing his services any more."

I frown alarmed as my eyes lock hers sharply and a cramped downward 'mmmmm' escapes me. What did I get myself into.

"I guess I better do a thorough warm-up. I say as I see Mordred come in to view.

After handing my cape and sword to Osmona, I raise a hand in salute to Mordred and begin jogging around the practice grounds in his direction. As I approach conversation range, he halts. His eyes glance briefly over my empty hands.

"What's this, running already?" he quips.

I throw him a smile as I continue jogging around the grounds.

"Morning, Sir Mordred, I figured I'd get a head start."

He exhales sharply and briefly through his nose at my reply.

"You're going to need one."

Mordred gives his cape and sword to his second in command who hands him his training sword with a slight bow. He proceeds to the centre of the field, swinging his sword lazily as he saunters.

"Whenever you're ready, Sir William." he says with a slightly bored tone of voice.

"Ten minutes, Sir Mordred." I reply while feeling my body beginning to adjust to the exercise.

Three laps later, having my breathing under control and feeling sweat starting to break out, I stop jogging and carefully stretch. Mordred, by now seemingly more than a little bored, utters a muffled groan and rolls his eyes at my efforts.

"Is this really necessary? I have other things to do today."

"Almost done, Sir Mordred"

Stretching finished, I draw a few short sprints in the direction of my side of the field. I slow to a walk and stretch out my hand as I approach captain Osmona. She produces my training sword and whispers "Good luck." as she hands it over.

"Thanks" I reply under my breath. "Should anything go wrong, you know what to do."

She nods once as she puts her hand on her sword. "Yes Sir, go get him."

I smile, turn around and start walking to my position, adjusting my left hand's grip on the hilt to improve the sword's balance.

"Ready, Sir Mordred!"

Fiiinally! he remarks as I take my position. He sprints forwards at maximum speed, the tip of his sword aimed at my throat. I parry and manage to turn sideways to avoid the obvious knee to the gut. Our bodies collide with force and we stumble backwards due to the shock. Mordred recovering first, proceeds with a flurry of overhand blows that prevent me from regaining balance. He laughs as he sees my stance crumble:

"Hahahaha.. Should have kept running!"

Forced on one knee I can only parry a few more blows before his sword is on my throat. "Do you yield?" he asks with a smile.

I swallow and grudgingly reply:

"I.. yield."

Then, in a more relaxed tone of voice:

"Well played, Sir Mordred."

His smile widens as he removes his sword from my throat. "Smart choice, Sir William. If you survive the war we should do this again some day, see if you learned any new tricks."

"I would hope so." I reply while standing up "Good luck to you too and thanks for the match."

I stretch out my right hand and he grasps it firmly.

"The pleasure was all mine. Work on your balance."

I smile and nod once. "I will keep an eye on it."

Walking back to captain Osmona, I replay the sequence in my mind. Maybe I do need to work on my balance.

"Back to the academy with you, Sir." she says wile handing me my gear, visibly relieved I didn't get hurt. "You have another 8 hours of practice due."

I look at her quasi angrily:

"Yes, maaa'am."

Mordred Pendragon Pendragon

"Thank you," Mordred said, as Eofleda, his second-in-command, handed him the training sword. The Captain bowed in response. Mordred grimaced, "How many times have told you, Eofly? No need to be so formal when the men are not around."     "My apologies, Sir Mor-" He glared at her and she amended, whispering the last word, "My apologies, Mordred."

She blushed and giggled like a little girl feeling the thrill of not being proper for the first time. He just rolled his eyes at her silliness.  For most people, this interaction would have been shocking, to say the least, but it was an everyday occurrence for the two of them. Unbeknownst to most, except his family, of course, Captain Eofleda was Mordred's paramour. She did her best to stop this news from spreading out, because Shadows know what their rivals would do with this type of gossip. Mordred frankly couldn't care less about what others thought of him, but indulged the Captain nonetheless, if only to soothe her worries. 

"Now, unto business," he said, "What can you tell me of this Sir William? Is he any good with the blade? Or is he as much of a joke as Lord Tyrann," Mordred asked, practically spitting the Viscount's name. 

"Well, I haven't found much on his swordmanship," Eofleda said, "but I have heard that he fought against those monsters rampaging in Braga. My advice? Be wary, just to be on the safe side." 

"Oh, but, my dear," Mordred grinned wide, as he bopped his Captain on the nose, "where's the fun in that?" 

Mordred then sauntered over to face the Knight of Braga. 

What happened after is known to all.   

21st July

Summer Evening - Evora

Tyrann Thrane

Dawn illuminated the mass of siege engines outside the city of Karbala, their shadows stretched creating spires on the ground. Birds began to sing perched atop the multiple banners representing the many houses that answered the call of the Shadow King. The promises of war would soon be fulfilled.

Tyrann spent much of the morning reflecting on the past and pondering the future from the city walls. Around noon, as the sun hit the highest point in the sky, he inspected his engines and informed his captain to ensure the Paladins were prepared. As the young Viscount made his towards the Cathedral of Shadow he dictated a missive, a frantic scribe followed in toe.  

---

A young page stopped the Viscount at the steps of the Cathedral of Shadows. He produced a scroll bearing a familiar seal, that of House Pendgragon. The calm mind of Tyrann began to unravel, the journey to Krimml that had proven to ease his insecurities was nearly forgotten. He took a moment and caught himself from allowing it to unravel further. He sighed with a slight smile, “So be it, inform your master that I shall accept after my meditations.” Tyrann had already come to the realization that while he may never best Sir Mordred in a duel he would instead perceive the engagement differently, as an opportunity to learn from him. The young Viscount nodded to the young page and walked away.

Tyrann entered the Cathedral of Shadows with reverence. Ornately decorated marble columns and gold leaf detail engulfed his sight, though the opulence was muted slightly due to the lack of light, and seemed to vanish into the black ceiling. The cathedral itself was one of the oldest structures within the walls of Karbala and had been constructed originally to worship a long forgotten pantheon. The ambiance was no doubt manipulated to suit the needs of the Shadow priests. Through the darkness a massive structure could faintly be seen, the Alter of Shadow. It was upon this alter elder priests could perform mass meditations and consult with the Shadows directly. Tyrann found an empty chamber within the east wing; a large, relatively empty room. He found a spot near the center and sat down; closing his eyes and breathing deep...

Lindow Moonsun

The sun fell from the horizon, covering the city of Karbala with shades of yellow and red. Palace Square was the link between the Grey Palace, home of Shadow King Lindow Moonsun, with the Lunar Palace, a building for the Council and officials. It was completely paved with different gray stones that formed geometric shapes. In the center of the plaza was a yellow stone obelisk, an ancient monument to Luciferase Mayhem, Shadowdale's first monarch.

However, at that hour of the afternoon it was difficult to see the ground of the plaza. More than a thousand of Shadowdale soldiers formed in front of the Grey Palace, raising their banners and the shields of the different Shadowdale families.

A line of twenty heralds blew their trumpets and at that moment the doors of the Grey Palace opened. From there Lindow emerged followed by the Grey Guard.

Lindow approached the edge of the stairs that connected to the square, looked and admired the power of his army.

- Shadowdalians! I rejoice to see the end result of such a long and hard preparation. I do not remember a more beautiful image than seeing the powerful Shadow Legion deployed in the Palace Square - Lindow smiles

- Shadowdalians, I have received strange news, something inexplicable. It seems that Basileus Rowan has offended the great powers and therefore has lost his throne. It is a moment of weakness that we cannot miss, although Perleone has not yet arrived - Lindow draws his sword and points to the horizon.

- However our enemy is behind us, laughing and underestimating us, we can put an end to their pride now, their pride will be their downfall and Shadowdale will be the new great power on the continent. Raise your banners, I summon you here, brave soldiers and nobles, shout it out! Do you want war now? -

Maccio Aurelle

Karbala: Palace Square

- "Ah hah hah! Finally! After so much waitin', war is comin' again!"

- "I see you are glad to have a chance to fight once again, my Lord."

- "Heckin' glad I am! Last time we were played like a damn fiddle due to our mercy n' with their political maneuvers. But not this time. Oh no, not this damn time. We'll take their richest lands, burn and salt the rest, slaughter their cattle, enslave their men n' rape their women!"

- "Usual business, then."

- "But angrier."

Maccio approaches the Palace Square followed by his trusty steward.
Many nobles are already present and listening to the Shadow King's speech.

- "Ah, I remember this place like it was yesterday. Right after leavin' the band of misfits that composed my first retinue n' hiring proper soldiers - that turned out to be even worse - I was made Margrave here. Beautiful memories..."

Letter from Brigdha Dubhaine

King Rowan attempted to establish his capital no more than a day's march from our own having already scouted our defences. It is clear this was all with the intention of making war against us. Such an act of aggression obviates the need for an ultimatum on our part. We state our cases belli in a clear declaration of war.

The friend we nurtured when no other would or could has turned upon us and now we must secure our borders without hesitation or restriction.

Brigdha Dubhaine

Ambassador of Shadowdale

Baroness of Evora

Priestess of The Shadows

William Armsworth

With his unit on permanent standby because of expected marching orders, it took William no time at all to assemble his men and make for the Palace Square after receiving the news of the Kings speech.

The roads near the palace were a throng of men, nobles and banners. He hoped to see a similar spectacle in a different city not far from here very soon. In fact, the sooner, the better.

After briefly spotting Mordred as he was rounding the last corner on the road to the gate and who, for some reason, seemed to look even more smug than usual, William entered palace grounds.

The square was filling with a plethora of units of all makes and sizes. He did, at that moment, not envy Marshal Tempest's job. Getting this lot organized and keeping them ready for a fight can't be easy, he thought.

His captain, whom he had sent ahead with one of his banners, approached him as he was looking for it.

"Sir William, over here!" she shouted with a voice not unfitting a battlefield. I spot my banner the moment I see her point at it. Third row and almost in the centre. Good enough.

"Well done, captain" I say as I lead the men to the space she claimed.

Ten minutes pass as the stream of banners coming through the gates slows to a drip. After the last banners to enter stop moving, twenty heralds raise their trumpets in unison. The Palace doors open.

William watches as King Lindow, followed by the Grey Guard, takes position at the top of the stairs and oversees his army with a look of pride on his face. He begins to speak with force, his voice projecting over the square:

"Shadowdalians! I rejoice to see the end result of such a long and hard preparation." the King smiles.

"I do not remember a more beautiful image than seeing the powerful Shadow Legion deployed in the Palace Square."

"Shadowdalians, I have received strange news, something inexplicable. It seems that Basileus Rowan has offended the great powers and therefore has lost his throne. It is a moment of weakness that we cannot miss, although Perleone has not yet arrived The King draws his sword and points to the horizon:

"However our enemy is behind us, laughing and underestimating us, we can put an end to their pride now, their pride will be their downfall and Shadowdale will be the new great power on the continent. Raise your banners, I summon you here, brave soldiers and nobles, shout it out! Do you want war now? -"

William unsheathes his sword and bangs it against his shield: "War! War! War!" he shouts in a repeating cadence. His captain and men soon to follow.

Tyrann Thrane

After several hours of meditation Tyrann had spent his afternoon reflecting on what he had seen in the Shadow, being sure to dictate his vision as best he could. It was soon after that the call to muster in the Palace Square was given, his majesty the Shadow King was to address the legion. The Viscount made his way to the square with a detachment of paladins, Captain Casimir among them.

Awe inspiring was the sight of the Palace Square, Tyrann had never seen such a gathering before. The very air seemed to electric and the cascade of banners danced to and fro. He gazed upon the obelisk, the magnificent structure seemed to meld with the sky above. The trumpets were blown, the Shadow King appeared and crowed fell silent.  

Tyrann could not help but grin as the Shadow King spoke, all he had endured since arriving was building up to this moment. To the young Viscount this war was more than a clash between the realms of men, it was a shedding of his youth and the first steps to realizing his destiny.

With a thunderous roar the crowd chanted, “War! War! War!” to answer the Shadow King with blade still raised high. Tyrann knocked his fist upon his chest in rhythm and shouted as loud as he could.

Marcus Towerfall

Marcus and his Wendigo's continued marching in the night when he received the letter, the words of The Shadow King, declaring this new war and a smile quickly formed on his face while he looked over the standing orders then let out a laugh before saying to Captain Gunnar who marched alongside him "Guess to where we have been ordered to march?" The man raised a brow and shrugged before Marcus said "To Negev my ever silent friend, gather animals and mount their bones on our banners and siege engines, let's put some fear into our enemies." He grinned evilly as Captain Gunnar motioned to a three stout men, sharing similiar features, triplets he had hired back in Karbala. They ran off into the woods to hunt while their march continued.

Ambrose Peregrine

The air smelled of hot steel, horses and human bodies. The wind was calm and one could hear the muffled silence occasionally being broken by quiet rustling of capes and impatient clanking of hoofs. The Square was crammed with troops. Mostly foot soldiers. The mounted company of Ser Ambrose surely stood out in the crowd.

60 horsemen clad in blued steel, each wearing an intricate helmet decorated with a pair of black wings. Blue banners sporting a tower and a crescent moon soared over their heads. Ambrose himself was among his lancers, clad in the same simple armor, hardly distringuishable from his companions.

Suddenly heralds sounded the trumpets and soldiers straightened up and trained their eyes on the approaching monarch. His speech was brief but to the point. He spoke like a military man. Which was fine by Ambrose.

"Do you want war?" asked the King.

Here Ambrose took his cue and unsheathed his sword, pointing it to the new moon floating in the darkened sky. He took in as much air as he could and bellowed, making his steed wince: "Waaaar!"

Immediately his men grabbed their swords and mirrored their leaders gesture, losing themselves in a spirited war cry.

They did not just want war. War was the only way.

22nd July

Summer Evening - Evora

War!

The Shadow King has declared war on Caligus. He gave the following reason:

I, Shadow King Lindow Moonsun, on behalf of all Shadowdale, declare war on the Kingdom of Caligus after the following justifications:

• Long have we had the need for greater lands to lend to the members of our ever growing and young court. Requests were made, exchanges were offered, but none were accepted and, the only one that did, would only have empoverished us, further distancing us from our goal and magnifying our needs.
• Former Basileus Rowan, before our rightful campaign in Nivemus and after sending our ultimatum, threatened to depose our ruler, Shadow King Lindow Moonsun, or wipe out our realm entirely. Caligus has shown to be a threat to our stability, lands and lives and, as such, we are forced to act to prevent our destruction in the future and to preserve the well being of our court.
• Moving the capital to our borderlands without justifications.
• The main and only religion of our realm, The Shadow, has seeped through frontiers and permeated the minds and hearts of the peoples of our neighboring regions. Now, they yearn to join their brothers under the same banner, and ruled by a king who shares their beliefs.

According to these justifications, Shadowdale will claim:

• The following regions:
  • Fontan
  • An Najaf
  • Viseu
• The amount of 5.000 gold as war expenses.

If you decide to voluntarily comply with the first claim before starting the takeovers, we will not claim war expenses.

For the Glory of Shadowdale!

Lindow Moonsun

The Hymn of the Shadow

The moon was high in the sky, a bright full moon illuminated the path of an extensive line of men walking to Fontan, the Shadow Legion was like a great sirpe creeping across the earth.

Lindow was in the middle of that great column, he look at the soldiers around him, his Grey Guard ,Wolves, Lockhart Guards, Shadow Strike, Mistmight Guards, Barberosa Guards, Aurellian Axemen, Shadows, Paladins of Shadow, Armsworth 1st Infantry and other units that were further back. He could see looks of emotion, tension and fear, but in that moment, a soldier hum something, a melody that was played before leaving Negev and that Lindow could no longer forget it of his head.

Flasback: 2 hours ago

Lindow was in the camp, in front of him were all the nobles who had gathered that afternoon in the Lordship of Negev and their units.

- Shadowdalians, we are officially at war against Caligus - Lindow shouted - today we will go to Fontan, to takeover the "big apple from the tree" -

Lindow approached and laid his hand on one of the siege machines

- its walls are high but it does not exist no argument against these siege pieces -

Then Lindow looked at the orchestra behind him and then turned to face the front.

- Shadowdalians, before leaving, it is my desire to show you what will be known as the Hymn of the Shadow, worthy melody to be considered the next hymn of Shadowdale - Lindow extended his arm - Lady Flavia, please, come here and show us your masterpiece -

Flavia Arindal

Flavia dismounted, walked to the orchestra and turned to face the multitude. Her clear, carrying voice, used to making herself heard in battle, rang out in song. 

Rise, Shadows, rise for glory of our land,

till all the world bows down at our command!

From distant shores to borders far and near,

now let our armies fill the world with fear

Rise, Shadows, rise for glory of our land.

Rise, Shadows, rise, for honor and for fame,

that every realm may know the Shadow's name,

speak of her strength, and of her courage sing,

and make obeisance to our Shadow King.

Rise, Shadows, rise, for honor and for fame.

Rise, Shadows, rise; go forth to victory;

our foes defeated may we swiftly see

fleeing dismayed before each mighty sword

wielded with valor and with one accord

rise, Shadows,rise; go forth to victory.

Flavia bowed to the King and without further ado moved to rejoin her troops.

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 1, afternoon.

Dark clouds trail behind us as we march for Fontan. The creaking sound of the siege engines combined with the clattering or armour has an entrancing effect in the warm and pregnant atmosphere.

Silently the men march. They know what awaits. A small contingent was sent ahead in the early hours to test the cities defences. They are formidable.

The plan is to attack at sunset. Hopefully the enemies archers get a splitting headache from peering into the sun as we draw closer.

23rd July

Summer Day - Evora

Tyrann Thrane

All Tyrann had witness while deep in meditation within the Cathedral of Shadow seemed to have slowly manifested since leaving that empty chamber on the east wing. The reported earthquake that seemed to coincide with the sudden removal of the Caglian Basileus Anax and Strategos Hypatos, and now the trailing cloud; the Shadow come to consume the lion. The last vision that had yet to come to fruition was that of the crumbling walls. Tyrann and his paladins marched with heads held high; the city of Fontan would soon be at hand.

Summer Evening - Evora

Battle in Fontan

Shadowdale vs. Caligus

Estimated strengths

1060 men vs. 820 men

The Shadow Legion (Shadowdale), sponsored by Shadow King Lindow Moonsun, were led into battle by Marshal Luna Tempest.

Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted wielding the Glowing Sabre of Little Ogre.


Margrave Foxen Carmine is spotted reading from the Book of Time.


Royal Rowan MacGregor is spotted wielding the Honed Staff of Xuanye.

Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted reading from the Ancient Book of War.


Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted wearing the Bizarre Helm of the East Continent.

Actron Burep, Censor Supremus of Caligus, Ambassador of Caligus, Duke of Fontan, Margrave of Fontan was captured by Ambrose Peregrine's unit.

Defender Victory!

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 1, dusk.

We assaulted the walls under murderous arrow fire, incapacitating 4 of my men in the first volley. I saw several of the defenders go down but their advantage was already clear.

We took a second volley as we made it to the walls and went toe to toe with the Elite guards. 8 men were put out of commission and they pushed us back. I think we got about 3 of them.

Another volley rained down upon us as we charged the wall again. We briefly engaged a unit of Halberdiers. Killed about 4, lost 7 and were thrown back again.

As we prepared to charge the fortifications once more, the fourth volley landed. I noticed only 3 other infantry units advancing with us. This was going to be painful.

I charged into Veritas 24 with roughly 30 men, taking down another 5 men while losing 7. Again we were unable to secure a bridgehead on the walls.

We took yet another volley and charged into Veritas 24 again with everything we had left. Killed another 3 of them and lost another 5. Clearly we had had enough and after making it out of bow range, I rallied the survivors and went looking for the wounded.

At least we managed to save the siege engines.

---

"The news of the capturing of the Duke of Fontan, a certain Actron Burep, brought great cheer to the men. Ambrose Peregrine is proving his worth. My healers tell me they will be able to patch up a good number of men for tomorrow's fight. At the moment they are worth their weight in gold. Going to attempt to catch a few hours of rest. I am sore all over but not hurt. I hope my luck will hold."

24th July

Summer Day - Evora

Battle in Fontan

Shadowdale vs. Caligus

Estimated strengths

720 men vs. 160 men

The Shadow Legion (Shadowdale), sponsored by Shadow King Lindow Moonsun, were led into battle by Marshal Luna Tempest.

Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted wielding the Glowing Sabre of Little Ogre.


Royal Rowan MacGregor is spotted wielding the Honed Staff of Xuanye.

Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted reading from the Ancient Book of War.


Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted wearing the Bizarre Helm of the East Continent.

Grey Exarch Lady Luna Tempest is spotted wearing the Bloody Plate Mail of Avamar.

Attacker Victory!

Takeover Initiated

Earl Christofer III Kane has initiated a takeover in Fontan. The region currently belongs to Caligus.

Everyone in the realm can aid the takeover by going to Fontan and using the takeover support options available there.

Region Joins Realm

Robin Shepherd has changed the allegiance of Viseu to the duchy of Shadow's Bluff, a part of your realm. The region used to be a part of Caligus. Together with the lord, the following knights joined your realm: Elkon Asfaloth, Fyrael Shadowaver.

Region Changes Allegiance

Viseu has changed its allegiance to the realm of Shadowdale. The region used to belong to Caligus.

Tyrann Thrane

Minutes after the siege cont...

Tyrann stood at attention, worn and battered;  closely watching as the Shadow King produced the scroll from the saddlebag. Tyrann agreed to assist creating the glyphs with subdued eagerness.

Tyrann was in awe of the manifestation, as the Shadow King spoke the winds seemed to bend with each syllable. The great dragon head shook the walls of Fontan and the roar filled Tyrann with longing for more. 

As the scroll turned to ash Tyrann approached the Shadow King and knelt, “The city shall soon reside beneath your Shadow my King.”

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 2, morning.

We did it! I lost more men today but the prize is well worth it. We are celebrating with the locals as I write. They don't seem to mind new overlords too much and it's got to be 5 o'clock somewhere!

I was in the mood for a party after so much death and destruction anyway.

Drink to Shadowdale, to the King and to Ambrose Peregrine!

Ambrose Peregrine

At dawn Shadow Legion approached the city's battered walls once again. But it was met by almost no opposition. Defenders were broken and disheartened, still recoiling from heavy losses and the absense of their leadership. No enemy infantry left standing. Two hundred loyal archers and crossbowmen defended the keep. The battle at its steps was bloody and quick. By the time Ambrose entered the city, there were no enemies left to fight.

In silence he rode down the main street, which led from the main gate straight to the palace. In his hand he held a banner handed to him by royal retainers. It bore the crest of Shadowdale and Shadow King's personal sigil. Before the palace Ambrose dismounted and slowly walked the countless steps, ascending its highest tower. There he removed the royal griffin of Caligus and threw it to the wind. It flapped furiously and disappeared, carried away toward the sea. In its place the crescent moon flew, signaling the entire countryside that Fontan is now under the authority of the Shadow King.

Summer Evening - Evora

New War Breaking Out

Perleone has declared war on Caligus. They gave the following reason:

The nobles of Perleone have voted overwhelmingly in favor of engaging Caligus in military conflict, supporting the claims of Shadowdale to Fontan and the surrounding regions. Our reasons for this engagement are manifold.

In Shadowdale, Perleone sees a young realm full of promise and vigor, much as Perleone was when we were confined to three regions - Al Arab, Ar Raqqah, and Al Aquabah. We saw a similar rapid growth of nobles, and Perleone too struggled against all odds to reach the point where we are today. We stood alone then, when we had most need of a friend to stand by our side. We can therefore not stand by idly now - The people of Shadowdale deserve for someone to stand with them today as they find their place in this new world.

At the same time, it must be also said that the Perleone of today, is the union of two peoples - Perleoni and Vixen. My people have not forgotten that it was Caligus that insisted on the genocide and ethnic cleansing of the Vixen realm. They have not forgotten the multiple attempts of Caligus to undermine Perleone, and enable horrific acts against my people. It was therefore thoroughly unsurprising to learn that Rowan of Caligus was the first to throw his ally in Shadowdale under the proverbial carriage, threatening their destruction for simply daring to dream to find a home for their young knights. That is just the nature of Caligus, a snake in lion's garb.

Perleone has no intention of reigniting the Great War. As far as I am concerned, this book of history is closed. We did not involve ourselves in the war with Nivemus, not when Shadowdale declared war then, nor when our allies in Perdan declared intent to form a colony in Kalmar. Kronogos Brock has been civil with my people, and I respect his decision to unilaterally withdraw from the Great War. That took courage. I cannot say the same for Caligus, and her former leadership, that sought to undermine my realm at numerous stages. Perleone will therefore continue her policy of not engaging in Perdan's war with Nivemus, as has been our firm stance since this conflict erupted.

Perleone formally declares war on Caligus. This conflict shall cease when whomever inherits the throne of Caligus accedes in full to the territorial demands of Shadowdale, abandons claim to the region of Abadan, and agrees to pay a sum of 5000 gold to the crown of Perleone as recompense for damages caused.

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 2, night (dictated)

I have a major headache and think it would be best to leave the partying to those who can still stand.

There is rumour of a combined force approaching but at the moment I couldn't care less.

We'll sort them out when they get here.

Luna Tempest

Grey Exarch Luna was atop the battlements of Fontan, or what remained of them anyway. The great walls of the city had failed to protect Fontan against the might of the Shadow Legion. Brave knights, dames, lords and ladies stormed the breech and brought glory for Shadowdale. No doubt the Shadow King was proud of his court this day.

Below Lady Tempest could observe all manor of celebrations taking place. As the city was quite sympathetic towards the shadows what better way to conceive the populace of their new found allegiances. All manor of drinking and partying would likely last through the night with many more nights to come.

Luna would look to the night sky to witness the waxing gibbous moon shimmering over the city. A beautiful sight to behold as the city was engulfed by the shadows of a bright moon's light. It was certainly another night of destiny for the lady and she would not want to forget its splendor. 

Retrieving her journal the Grey Exarch would spend the late hours of the evening sketching a view of the city from her battlement perch. 

25th July

Summer Day - Evora

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 3, before noon.

The approaching army proved to be a joke and was soundly beaten by the valiant forces of Perleone, who have come to aid us in our quest to undo the injustices suffered during the Great Peace.

Our future is looking brighter by the day.

I cautioned my men not to partake in the drinking too much. I intend to stick to tea, today.

Diplomatic News

The realms of Shadowdale and Perleone have joined into an alliance.

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 3, afternoon.

The most wonderful news arrived in camp today.

It is now official: Perleone has allied with us! Both me and the men are ecstatic.

I ordered a keg of the cities finest. To hell with moderation, this calls for a toast:

To Perleone and Shadowdale!

May the fruits of our labour be forever sweet.

Summer Evening - Evora

Battle in Fontan

Caligus vs. Shadowdale

Estimated strengths

90 men vs. 860 men

The Shadow Legion (Shadowdale), sponsored by Shadow King Lindow Moonsun, were led into battle by Marshal Luna Tempest.

Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted wielding the Glowing Sabre of Little Ogre.


Margrave Foxen Carmine is spotted reading from the Book of Time.


Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted reading from the Ancient Book of War.

Shadow King Lindow Moonsun is spotted wearing the Bizarre Helm of the East Continent.


Grey Exarch Lady Luna Tempest is spotted wearing the Bloody Plate Mail of Avamar.

Defender Victory!

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 3, evening.

A great honour was bestowed upon me today.

I was invited to the war table!

If only my father were still alive to see this day. He couldn't have been more right: Fortune does favour the bold.

26th July

Summer Day - Evora

War!

Eponllyn has declared war on us! They gave the following reason:

It is with a heavy heart and great displeasure Eponllyn must declare war on Shadowdale.

Caligus is in an Alliance with Eponllyn and therefore it is our duty to defend our ally until Caligus and Shadowdale can come to an understanding.

Eponllyn has made a commitment with Caligus to defend each other and so therefore Eponllyn must uphold our part of the deal to defend Caligus.

Hostilities between Eponllyn and Shadowdale will end under the designated agreement below.

• Eponllyn sues for peace and agree to Shadowdale’s region demands that have been made by the Shadow King on Caligus regions.
• If Shadowdale sues for peace and Eponllyn agrees to the terms of denying the Shadow King of Caligus’s regions.
• If both parties agree to peace terms.

Until both parties in this war can agree to terms Eponllyn will continue to uphold the alliance agreement and will defend Caligus in this war of Shadowdale aggression.

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 4, morning.

Worrisome news today: Eponllyn has declared solidarity with Caligus.

Though due to their alliance not unexpected, it does complicate matters.

Summer Evening - Oporto

Battle in An Najaf

Perleone, Shadowdale vs. Caligus

Estimated strengths

180 men vs. 10 men

King Gaheris Camlann is spotted reading from the Mysterious Essay of the End Times.


King Gaheris Camlann is spotted wearing the Bathrobe of Perleone.

Attacker Victory!

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 5, evening.

Great news again: Forces from Perleone joined us inside the city.

No doubt they will be most helpful in convincing the population.

With some luck we will be on the road again in a few days.

27th July

Summer Evening - Negev

Takeover in Greatbridge

Talon Lionel Kinsey of Greater Eponllyn has initiated a takeover of your region Greatbridge.

Troops of Eponllyn will try to remove this region from your realm and turn it rogue through their actions over the next days. Troops of your realm can hinder and interrupt the takeover by engaging the enemy.

28th July

Summer Day - Negev

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 6, morning.

Eponllyn decided to do to Greatbridge what we are doing to Fontan.

A fair but foolish move as they are way behind.

I can't wait to show them the error of their ways.

29th July

Summer Day - Negev

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 7, morning.

Allowing Caligus to walk out with our food was a grave error. No doubt this will slow our progress considerably and jeopardise my plans.

Many of our younger nobles seem to have lost heart and forfeited their positions.

Not everyone is cut out to be what it takes, I guess.

30th July

Summer Day - Negev

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 8, morning.

The men are slightly concerned about our quickly diminishing supplies.

I assured them plans to rectify the situation are in place.

With some luck we will be done here soon.

Summer Evening - Negev

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 8, evening.

If the training matches are anything to go by, we picked the right allies.

According to my calculations, if we forgo replenishment and march for Greatbridge at sunrise tomorrow, we might still make it before Eponllyn captures it.

31st July

Summer Day - Negev

Region Taken

We have successfully convinced the people of Fontan to raise our banner and abandon their old allegiance to Caligus.

The region joins the duchy of Shadow's Bluff. The region now needs a lord.

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 9, morning.

My hopes regarding Greatbridge have been dashed.

It appears we will be sitting on Fontan for a while longer. At least the population isn't looking funny at us any more. Not after we put a couple hundred to the sword, anyway.

I am concerned about the amount of time spent at Fontan. Our enemies no doubt have plans of their own.

Summer Evening - Fontan

William Armsworth

Caligus campaign day 9, evening.

Horrible news today; our allies, who I thought were going to be around for at least another week, sustaining themselves by raiding Caligus and giving us the opportunity to make our next move, are leaving!

This means we are now facing at least 2 but potentially 4 hostile armies by ourselves until they get back. If they get back. I strongly suspect that if we dare to set foot outside of Fontan to challenge one of these forces, two others will pounce on the city.

If my suspicions prove true, we will most likely be stuck here, leaving Eponllyn free to continue taking control over our regions away from us. Had I been aware these were the plans, I would have objected.