The Aenite encampment of Lyonesse stirs deep into the starless night after a small entourage of troops return from the mainland. Word spreads swift throughout camp of the capture of Ludomir and the demands of one of Vdalion's soldiers: an apology direct from the Queen. In lieu of a penned response, given the nature of the demand, troops instead swiftly muster themselves for the first act of warfare against the mountain which slumbers no more.
Cast iron cannons are fastened to ships and begin nautical navigations towards the northern coastline of Vdalion, where they begin to distantly line a semi-circle around the nation. Foot soldiers pack up tents and set sail to arrive on the southern shores of Meranthe, where they begin their march towards the cold and inhospitable north to establish checkpoints along major roads and prevent
A burgeoning blockade begins to form around the mountain, with the movement of troops across the lands carried north by gossip and rumor the only thing that comes Vdalion's way of the warfare which advances swiftly upon their doorstep. Never is so much as a single word sent in official capacity by any of Aen's leadership in response to their demands.