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"Inki found no place among the land, nor no place in the sea swarming with Yama's children, and provoked the people of the land to wage war with the sea. Leucothea felt guilty, blaming herself for all the chaos, those of land and sea poisoning the waters, sinking boats and killing indiscriminately. Leucothea was stolen away by Inki during the war, cursed with the fur of land mammals they had grown to hate, and deprived of her ability to breathe underwater. Her final days of life were spent in fear and guilt, the songstress leaving her children behind to brace the seas in an attempt to find her father, Yama."
- Melionette Meandersong

To the concern of its wardens, the pond of the northern duchy's mother goddess has for years given no response except for the bubbling of black and brackish waters. This great ancestor of Sirenia sang only lament after lament, with many turning their backs to her cry's midst the long string of bad fortune. Its famed Duchess hid from the world, ashamed of the sinful condition of her own being. Her son, once the victorious leader of the Fel crusade, forced into exile.

But life moves on. To stanch the growing sorrow, food and concerts and new idols would be the consequence, for if the stupefaction of the country could continue, all the treasuries of the Delphina were made on offer.

Yet even an endless amount of bread and circuses could not cease the passage of time. As wars between kingdoms of men rage across the continent, it was reminded, even after one hundred years of the Lumin King's reign, that history would not hold its breath forever.

Under the cover of night, the lights which shine across Nereides's seaside shore go out one by one. Scouts sent to check upon their keepers remit no response. Great ships of war were seen on the horizon.

The landing soldiers march forward in closed formations, donning the armor of dozens of different nations.

OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE NEREIDES
DATE: TBD

[Dandeli]

Through no merit of the Duchesses' toil does Nereides stand as Nereides.

An idea wrought by the High Priestess Maliyah, executed by her hand and cast in the image of her dream. Long has it known the conflagration of conflict: once did the Isle's shore and shoals feel the strength of the Demon King's army, often does it meet the terrors borne of Sirenia's oldest grudge, and always does the Suladari work to see all that would stir nightmare placated or pulverised.

Yet as storms wax and wane, drawing nearer and carrying off far, it is only beneath the jurisdiction of House Meander that disquiet and dread have stirred at the Duchy's very heart. Differences in opinion with the reigning King and his Seneschal. Vast stretches of quiet leaving any good Gulinda Goldfish or Fincent Fishnose to ponder the welfare of its good rulership. The disappearance of the once Duke which saw its Duchess so often bled of her joy. As a guise falters, Nereides' people know one thing to be true: a few old tales of the Realm make its caretaker deeply unhappy - but all the same they persist beneath that shared sky.

The Isle would arm itself with prosperity, as it has time and time again, with all the songs a school of fish could muster,
carols of Ocean's Song and the Shipwrecked carrying beneath a Tidewarden's spotlight as some unlucky few are put to bed early on this considerably unusual night.

As ships appear on the horizon, the Suladari stirs.

OBJECTIVE: DEFEND NEREIDES
DATE: TBD

[Dandeli]

— DATE: SUNDAY 5TH OCTOBER —

5PM EST

[Revision]

thousands of soldiers who overrun the duchy meet their end fighting in the white sands of the atoll, hundreds more captured by the forces of the delphinian superpower.
the North's charismatic leader is among the casualties. with his last breath, he lays a curse upon the enemy.
only a handful of its veterans succeed in fleeing the island's shores.
as word of the battle travels, the balance of the world's judgment is unclear.

a pamphlet distributed among the major cities describes the cause of the allied troops.

On a cold winter night, Seneschal informs Camino of the duchy's successful defense. Artist's depiction.


"Without a doubt, this march was the first battle against a Tyrant who by strum of harp frightens the world. Any who still upholds his will shall be known to all as the enemy of peace.

It is said he is a sensible King. And yet he waited for the moment when all of his peers that had denied him the throne had perished, secretly conspiring to overthrow the traditional system of Delphina to reign as its forever Dictator.

Acting through his allies in the Grey Church, he tried to topple the Pantheon and raise the Dreamer to take their place. He failed. He believed he could exterminate any threat to his sacrilege by sentencing the hero Kalione Meandersong to death and placing his loyal puppet to rule over the duchy that was his birthright. By the hammer of the Forgemaster, this too was brought to an end.

It is certain that this traitor against Humanity has obliterated the freedoms of this world's magi and wielding his dictation corrupted the laws of his adopted Kingdom. He has surrounded himself with the adherents of his lich-worshipping religion. In the multitude of his crimes, he has turned the greatest city into Meranthe into the singular property of House Caewynn. There is not one in Meranthe who would say they do not know of those executed in secret by his bloodied hand or questioned by the inquisitors through whom he chains all of humanity to his stupid proclamations. That innocents were among those sacrificed by his bloodlust matters not to him.

For the true leader of his armies is the lich Sareen.

The single greatest necromancer in the history of the world, responsible for multiple genocides - whose soul rests in the Black Pearl he hides inside his neck. What a marvel! In fact, to empower and spread the religion of his aide, he has dedicated artifacts of Kraus and Pylae as offerings to this Dreamer. He has spilled the blood of the young to become her hosts, devising a method for her to wear the flesh of corpses to avoid old age.

Yet still he continues in his crimes against the people, plotting the death of Vinaska and his domination over the entire continent.

This battle should not have had to happen. Camino could have accepted that no reign is forever and accepted that no individual can rule for more than a century as a tyrant who over mankind. It is true we have suffered a loss. But we have shown that the world sees through his hypocrisy. Do not be surprised when his supporters recycle stale arguments about redemption. Do not be surprised when they label us Fel. Freedom condemns him! History will condemn him! The deaths of our comrades were not meaningless! Be sure of this. We shall never we prostrate ourselves before him and beg for mercy, for we have proven that even the strongest of kingdoms can bleed. 

It is Camino who chose to reprehensibly spread misery all across the world by clinging to power, to allow his own grandchildren to perish, to see the once fabled city of Martyr's Vigil reduced to rubble. He chose all of this because he is the strongest magi in the world, and he believes his strength gives him the right to rule over everyone.

Yet Camino can put a stop to everything.

We say to him again. Destroy Sareen. Abandon the throne."

bloodied but not defeated, the war to liberate humanity would continue.
for every reign shall one day come to a close.
how will posterity remember you?