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"Tell Salthiusar we are coming. And tell them we have a new weapon," Lan said to the emissary who then bowed and left the room. The master of Warders walked through a small side passage that led into a great cavern. He gazed at Urien and Urien raised his great head. "Time to leave," Lan said quietly


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Lan Halfelven, Moiraire and 10 Sky Warders leave for Salthiusar
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Summer 1246

Silence.

No hordes of the Shadow. No dragonfire from the sky. Just. Silence

Soldiers peer from behind their defences, but no nightmares crash against them. There is simply silence on nearly all fronts.

And yet, an air of the sinister hangs above all of Kolnur. Confused and unclear reports are coming from the west, telling of some kind of tragedy.

And all over the continent, there have been sightings of..... things above the clouds, throwing shadows across the sky.

Is this the end of the Shadow's attacks on Kolnur. Or is it simply a brief respite, for the Darkness to gather its forces for a fresh attack, or to assault from a completely new angle.

(No map this update due to technical issues but little has changed)



The Silent Lions Chapter

Winter Falls

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"What the hell happened on the Western Isle?!" King Gandogar demanded, his anger and shock almost tangible in the throne room.

"Your ... Your Grace, the people of the Western Isle have ... Changed. They had horrors unlike anything we've ever seen, and it seems like the people there were soulless monstrosities! There was nothing we could have done!" The general sank to his knees, almost sobbing - unheard of; the dwarf was usually as hard to read as a stone.

"How ... How many did we lose?" the King asked, his voice softer now.

"Near ... Nearly sixty thou ... thousand valiant souls, your majesty." The generals voice was now little more than a whisper interspersed with hiccups and sobs.

"Goimiil above ..." the king whispered, his voice low as well. "Send out a message to all members of the Alliance - the Western Isle has fallen. It is in the hands of Darkness now. Form a blockade around the Isle and don't let anything pass. Send word to Dagren, request aid. Ilkin should have our backs; he'll want his island back as much as we want him to have it. Get them to blockade the western side of the Southern Island and ask them to cooperate with our Captains."

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Action:

Province 7 - Train Interceptor Dirigibles (Turn 2)
Province 9 - Train Heavy Infantry (Turn 2)
Province 11 - Train Fighter Dirigible (Turn 2)
Province 12 - Train Bomber Dirigibles (Turn 2)



Military Positioning:

Province 12 -
Conscripts - 51,000
12,000 Heavy Infantry
12,000 Crossbowmen
35,000 Heavy Cavalry
297 Magi
300 Artillery

Province 11 -
Conscripts - 97,610
32,754 Heavy Infantry
32,516 Crossbowmen
60,940 Heavy Cavalry
654 Magi
737 Artillery
1000 Mechanical Walkers
921 Mechanised Warriors

Province 7 -
2 Magi
6000 Heavy Infantry

Naval Positioning:

77 -> 86
76 -> 90
78 -> 92
91 -> 102
87 -> 91
79 -> 93
70 -> 78

78 - 100 Ironclads each
86 - 200 Ironclads
90 - 300 Ironclads
92 - 190 Ironclads
91 - 100 Ironclads
102 - 90 Ironclads
93 - 200 Ships

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Darkness - Traditional: Glaïmbar Bokkadsson
Age of Dragons: Endras Amlugon
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"Any word from Salthiusar?" The Khan seemed amiable, as word of his new fleet of flying vessels, dirigibles the dwarven engineers called them, had reached the horde. The new machines would rain down death from above, the perfect compliment to the Kogani horde crashing into its enemies on foot. "No, milord. Word has not returned from the conclave." With no word from Mafis, or the Alliance of the West, and no imminent threats, the Khan would wait out the season once more, until an enemy presented itself.


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Default Salthiusar (18): Turn 14, Summer 17th Era 66 (Common: 1246)

1st of Wither, 17th Era 66 (Common: 1246)

The days had grown longer, as normal, yet the high spirits of summer had yet to come. Instead, the fell ghouls of the Shadow had come across the sea again, and lands were being taken faster and faster. Few hoped for even survival. Fewer thought it even possible.
Thus far, Salthiusar had come up with few plans which could save the world, one of which came from Irèsp. He wished beyond anything to avoid his plan, though he would have to if Salthiusar came under siege or if a promisingly brave soul were to try his luck against the Lich. It’s what Hésperion would have wanted, of that he was sure.

However, the day was yet young and salvation was at hand. The Alliance’s hall was open and ready for the meeting it was to hold in two days’ time. Nations across the land had sent their ambassadors and leaders to discuss how to keep the Shadow at bay. Those who arrived early received the privilege of a tour of Salthiusar, and those who arrived on time were to participate in the land’s future.

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3rd of Wither, 17th Era 66 (Common: 1246)

The Alliance Hall was a large building, sung of an azure crystal and imbued with thousands of millions of enchantments. It was a place suited to holding visitors and debates, positioned just outside the walls yet almost part of it. Its entrance was opposite one of the city’s entrances, with room enough for the largest merchant caravans to wheel into the city. The Hall was ornate, but sung to withstand and, importantly, to work as intended. Many nations had attended the meeting, and were set to stay for a while to discuss all matters of the land.

For the first few days, Irèsp led the proceedings, though others of Salthiusar later took meetings of their area. Later still, other leaders headed the debates and resolutions. By the end, much had been achieved, though it had not yet been completed.

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Summary:
-Nations meet at the Alliance hall. Debates and resolutions are held – discussion elsewhere.
-A single contingent (1 Guardian, 100 Mages) are sent to Kerin-Curan to aid the fleets around Dagren using water and air magic.
-Against the Dark begins being researched.

Military positioning:
Salthiusar, 18:
-495 Guardians and 49,500 Mages (495 Contingents)
Likome, 14/ 20
-5 Guardians and 500 Mages (5 Contingents)
Likome, 14/ 20
-5 Guardians and 500 Mages (5 Contingents)
(In transit to) Kerin-Curan, 11/12
-1 Guardian and 100 Mages (1 Contingent)

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Autumn 1246

The trees of Kolnur are bare and empty. But it is not the weather that has stripped them of their summer glory, but war and destruction.

The Summer's peace is shattered by attacks on a scale that has never before been seen. Every corner of Kolnur is struck, nowhere is safe. Many, who had grown idle in the belief that they would be protected, are crushed and destroyed as dragons drop their deadly cargo of creatures of the night right into the very heart of Kolnur. Thousands die and thousands more are forced from their homeland by the Shadow.

The Order is destroyed, its inhabitants scattered and its lands claimed by the Darkness, Turokhi loses two thirds of its lands in the space of a few days, the nation crippled and on the brink. Robualy loses half of its lands to the ever advancing Shadow and attacks all across Kolnur inflict huge casualties.
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The Silent Lions Chapter

Winter Falls

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“My King Gandogar, we have received a message from Lord-Admiral Agrammsson. He says the Dagren ships have arrived - one thousand, and they appear to be fine ships. In addition, he notes that the Captain in overall control is familiar to him, although he doesn’t know him by name.”

The King was leant forward, hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees and chin rested on his hands. His beard, becoming increasingly silver as the years passed, flowed over him like a second cloak, almost reaching the floor. He harrumphed, and then shook his head. “Yes, good, thank you, Askarr,” the King grumbled. “Does he have any suggestions as to where they should be positioned?”

“Aye, my Lord. He suggests they are split into five smaller fleets and be distributed evenly across the rest of the cordon. Whilst that will mean that in some areas, their contribution will be greater than our own, we will have a larger overall contribution to the cordon.”

“Good. Tell him I agree with his strategy. Also, have Lord-General Falisson see if he can contact the Sea Cleaver. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed it to be taken out of our control; she should have been the flagship of our Navy. The Steel Arm has a lot to answer for.” The King sounded bitter, and Askarr knew his lord’s feelings on the matter anyway - he thought Glaïmbar was an arrogant, ungrateful child who needed to return to the hold and his clan. He was an excellent fighter; someday, he would likely become Prince Farin’s Lord-General, as had been the case for millennia.

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“Lord-Admiral, sir!”

“Speak, Esken,” Thorur Agrammsson murmured, not looking up from his position - leaning over the table in his spartan quarters on the Navy’s flagship, The Iron Hammer, looking over the maps created by the Lord-Cartographer’s most skilled adepts, which showed the outline of the Western Isle and the surrounding sea, where the cordon lay at anchor.

“We have received three messages, sir. One from the splinter Captains, reporting that our ships have finally closed the cordon. The second from King Gandogar, approving your strategy for incorporating the Dagren ships into the cordon.
“The third, my lord, comes from Lord-Admiral Morkun. The dirigibles will be with us within half a year at the very outside, and more are already being created, but they will also not be ready for half a year, at the earliest. He wishes to communicate to a higher degree on the plan for the Air Navy once they arrive, and to include the King in your discussions. As this will take time, he suggests such talks being immediately ... How ... How should I respond, my lord?”


“Firstly, write to the King and inform him I shall move forward with my strategy. He shall be kept informed throughout this campaign.
“Secondly, inform the splinter Captains of the plan regarding the Dagren sailors; I don’t want them to attack them!
“And as for Lord Morkun, tell him I agree; I have been having the same thoughts myself. But also remind him, politely, that I am his superior in all matters naval, be they of the sea or air.”


“Of course, Lord-Admiral, sir,” Esken said, awkwardly hovering, willing to be off to see to the responses, but awaiting the order to leave.

“Oh, Esken, go. We’ve sailed together for nigh on five decades; you don’t need to stand on parade constantly!” With a sheepish smile on his otherwise stern face, the dwarf turned to tend to the letters. “Oh, Esken! Inform the Dagren Captain I wish to meet; we need to discuss the splitting and positioning of his forces now that the King has granted his approval.”

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Action:

Province 7 - Train 100 Interceptor Dirigibles (Turn 1)
Province 9 -Train Mechanised Warriors (Turn 1)
Province 11 - Train 100 Fighter Dirigibles (Turn 1)
Province 12 - Train 100 Bomber Dirigibles (Turn 1)

Military Positioning:

Province 12 -
Conscripts - 51,000
12,000 Heavy Infantry
12,000 Crossbowmen
35,000 Heavy Cavalry
297 Magi
300 Artillery

Province 11 -
Conscripts - 97,610
32,754 Heavy Infantry
32,516 Crossbowmen
60,940 Heavy Cavalry
654 Magi
737 Artillery
1000 Mechanical Walkers
921 Mechanised Warriors

Province 9 -
1000 Heavy Infantry

Province 7 -
2 Magi
6000 Heavy Infantry

Aerial Positioning

86 (water) - 100 Interceptor Dirigibles
11 (land) - 100 Fighter Dirgibles, 100 Bomber Dirigibles

Naval Positioning:

78 -> 92
92 -> 100
86 -> 92
90 -> 102

91 - 100 Ironclads
92 - 300 Ironclads
93 - 200 Ships
100 - 190 Ironclads
102 - 390 Ironclads

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Default Salthiusar (18): Turn 15, Autumn 17th Era 66 (Common: 1246)

13th of Rain’s Birth, 17th Era 66 (Common: 1246)

The wall shattered as quickly as the blow had landed. Elves went flying across the city, and a fair few failed to arrest their falls, breaking bones as they landed. The night air was thick with magic and blood and death, with little of beauty staying out. Irèsp caught his fall, and turned to see a hideous wight, eyes blue and skin dead. One swift slice and its head tumbled from its body. Elves tended to master blades faster than men, yet few could match Irèsp. Having spent time on his bladecraft, with magic to aid him, it was hard to deny his power. However, he spent more on the magic that sustained the army at large, for that was their advantage. The undead host was smaller than they had expected, yet the host itself was unexpected. He fought on, and on, and on. Life appeared to seep from him, until, at last, he fell from life.

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In the aftermath, all the attackers lay slain again. Every single one was piled and magically burned, a great pyre with smoke that could be seen from Megant. However, the cost was almost too much. The Order of the Guardians, the Protectors of Salthiusar, had been eliminated. Glaborel, Haeron, Slaér. Every last Guardian in Salthiusar had perished that fateful night, and Irèsp could taste their blood in his mouth.

Afterwards, the Guardians had been buried in crystal, as had Sialaat before them. Yet six Guardians remained: five in Likome and one in Kerin-Curan. They were instantly notified, and Irèsp could feel their consciences nagging at them, as it did him, to return to honour their fallen brethren. As the city mourned, and, under command from Calleis and Dalàth, every elf trained in combat for any future attacks, Irèsp went to the north tower yet again. Bypassing the magical wards and barriers, he went up to the last chamber, a great room of immense size. It was larger inside than out, being warped by no command of a mage. From inside that room, a rift of pure magic leaked into the real world, and was eaten up again as quickly. None could leave the room, yet the room itself changed under its influence. Irèsp cast a spell. It was not a normal spell, none could doubt that. The rift itself grew, and the purest magic came rushing forth. Yet the eating source grew in hunger to accommodate the extra flow. Irèsp left the room weakened and weeping.

The next day came as a normal day, except that, on a fundamental level, it was all very, very wrong. Every elf in the city trained as the day before, learning the arts of war from those who knew it. Dalàth had begun the Archiving, as had been agreed long ago. All were certain that, within a year or two, it would be decided whether Salthiusar would either fall or remain on Kolnur, so it was time for all knowledge to be collected. Every single scrap of Salth knowledge was being collected from the minds of the city, being stored in unbreakable crystals, self-sustaining and invincible. Bowels, well over 400 feet below the city, had been sung with such emotion that none had ever felt, and was ready. Each crystal was sealed away separately, and then further protected by spell upon spell, drawing from the crystal it guarded. When the world had been cleansed of the Shadow, whether Salthiusar still stood or not, the vault would be opened to the learned, and it was hoped the city would be reborn with this knowledge. If the Shadow took the world, and naught but cadavers and monsters walked the world, the vault was set to eat itself, turning itself into energy and taking as much of the world out with it as possible. To further the former, a Salth would be interred within the vault, to guide and teach.

Calleis had taken up finding the most destructive spells possible, aided by mages wise, old and powerful. They would never wield a sword, nor ride a horse of war; they would command the elements to crush the greatest enemy. Thus far, nothing greatly new had been found, though the research was coming along fast.

It was when Irèsp finally sat on the Second Seat that it finally hit him. Over 45,000 elves had died that day. He wept for them. 495 Guardians had died. He wept for them. Slaér was dead. He wept for his friend. The Salth saw little point in emotions, and most became hard and devoid of most feelings shortly after they arrived. Irèsp had sat on the Second Seat for thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of years. Not one tear had been shed since then, until now.

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Then he woke. The date was lost to him, yet he knew as he woke that a terrible evil had befallen the city. The mage next to him, evidently his carer for the time, shouted for others, then attended to him, checking his vital signs and making sure he was alive. Irèsp sat up with energy that none of them seemed to expect. First came Dalàth, then Calleis, then a few others entered, then Slaér. Irèsp gasped as he realised he had only been dreaming. He demanded the date.

“15th of Rain’s Birth, Second Seat.” Came the response.

“The year?” Irèsp replied bluntly.

“17th Era, 66.”

He sighed, and let the others fill him in. Over 4000 had died in the battle, yet none had been Guardians. The city was well and surviving, though there was large damage to the western wall. Apparently, Irèsp had been there as the wall fell, and then fought on and on and on until he appeared to die. They had all feared that was so; thus it relieved them that it was not the case. Within a few days, the city had been restored. It would take a lot more for the mages of Salthiusar to go down, he knew, but he also knew a force existed great enough to do just that. He had the Archiving begin as a precaution, and ascertained the training every mage was to receive. Yet there was no capacity yet to replace the losses, as the training took too much to also induct into the free-floating military. Irèsp was sad for what they had lost, but was happier than he should. After all, who could not feel elated that his life’s work would continue; that there was yet hope? Such thoughts were not common to all, but he was content while he could be.

Not even five thousand had died in the fighting.

His dreams had told him over forty-five thousand.

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Summary:
-Against the Dark continues to be trained.

Military positioning:
Salthiusar, 18:
-495 Guardians and 45,173 Mages (451 Contingents – 41 Guardians and 73 Mages are taken from duty for a while to aid the city’s repairs and to wait for military strength to return, though are kept as part of Salthiusar’s standing force, to fight if a foe comes to the city)

Likome:
-5 Guardians and 500 Mages (5 Contingents)

Kerin-Curan:
-1 Guardian and 100 Mages (1 Contingent)

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The drums of war were beating as the Great Horde of Kogan-Sul sallied forth from their defenses across the realm. The Shadow, having not shown its foul tendrils for some time , appeared with little warning, save for the shrieks of horrors born of darkness and insanity. Though the Shadow struck quickly, the advantages of surprise were swiftly fleeting. Legions of conscripts and armoured cavalry alike marched forth under the leadership of the Great Khan and his commanders. All throughout the land men fell, but many more of the Shadow were taken in the conflict.

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To the North, off in the distance, a horn was sounding. Three, short blasts. The Khan wiped sweat and blood from his eyes and as he did, he could see the first rays of the sun roiling up from the horizon. Nothing like the days prior, when the forces of the Shadow seemed to blot out the very light of that celestial orb.

"We've won." The Khan's words were hoarse, as he had been bellowing orders since the night previous when the foul legions of the Shadow had descended upon their encampment. Seeking to take the fight to the enemy, the Khan had pressed the advantage bestowed by his newly trained Cataphracts. All the while, far above, the command group of the newly minted dirigible corps had rained down fire upon the Shadows forces.

Something that had not happened in an age occurred over those days and weeks of battle with the Shadow. The men of Kogan-Sul, mortals of flesh and bone, had taken the fight to forces of the Shadow, and won! This was a glorious day for the Horde, and the Khan saw banners hoisted and feasts enjoyed by all who had fought and won. The men who had given their last full measure in defense of the realm would be immortalized in song and those survivors would take the lessons learned from the Autumn Incursion with them in the coming battles with the Shadow. Kogan-Sul had tasted victory, and the Thousand-thousand hooves would ride once more into battle seeking more of the same.
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