Winter of 1247
Kolnur is covered in the white of snow once more. But in too many places across the continent, the crisp white is stained red with the blood of man and beast alike. The Darkness does not stop, the cold does not stop it like it once did. The Shadow will not not stop and once more, thousands fall to the foul creatures that serve the Darkness.
Once more, the colossal cannon of Anicea fired, the sound echoing across the land and the shell flying high, only a season after the same cannon obliterated Province 37, leaving nothing but smoking ruins and the forgotten dead.
Yet it is amongst these smoking ruins, that the first allied offensive in more than 2 years, strikes. The two armies, one flying the flag of Anicea, and the other of the Great Trade Republic, march into Province 37 from their respective home nations and any remaining resistance and creatures of darkness are quickly crushed between the two armies. All that remains is to decide who claims the Province, and to batten own for the winter.
In the East, in the face of one of the most powerful beings in existence, the people of Esterwynne have risen up. The nation has given all it can, but will it hold? And if Esterwynne falls, then how long can Kolnur endure?
For the first time in any living man's memory, Kogan-Sul's true horde has ridden forward from it's lands, and struck against the shattered remains of Province 34, a land Kogan-Sul's people once called home. And the sight is glorious, the horse-lords of Kolnur riding against Kolnur's greatest foe. The Shadow falls away as quickly as it had appeared, but none doubt the Darkness is waiting, watching.
The Great Trade Republic faces the brunt of the Shadow once more. Again, 39 faces an army of creatures that could turn a normal man insane. Yet after so many years of constant war, the soldiers that march beneath the Great Trade Republic's banners are not normal men, and they do not retreat. But they do fall, they fall in their tens of thousands, but they continue to hold. The unspoken question is, for how long?
Kerin-Curan is forced back, it's ships returning to defend it's own shores even as the nation's master engineers use their skills to detonate Province 9. When the smoke clears, and the noise dies, the island is gone. Nothing could tell you if it was ever there. But this gamble works, and Kerin-Curan feels only a fraction of the damage it would have otherwise.
Salthiusar can almost taste power, true power, unrestricted power that could shatter the darkness and save Kolnur. But to achieve it, they must delve into the most evil magic, even as the nations around them flock to the city, asking for refuge and offering their soldiers. If these new-comers were to discover the blackness of Salthiusar's true soul, chaos would ensue.
Kolnur still endures, but the Shadow presses on, and Salthiusar is still almost a year away. Can the nations endure for long enough?