Prologue
October 16th, 1945, and April 21st, 1946, by the Gregorian Calender, bracketed the sixth month period that would forever change the nature of the relationship between two ancient empires... a relationship that had been essentially unchanged for over a thousand years previous. For almost a millennium and a half, the two empires had fought, each constantly a thorn in the side of the other... starting with nomadic groups affiliated with the Batory clan commonly raiding in Sevarisian lands... and things only got worse when Empress Sarkany Batory's march south was halted in 765 CE, Sevaris apparently serving as the southern limit of her conquests. There is some speculation that the Batorys for their part carried a grudge from even earlier, perhaps even from the First Empire... but that matters little, as eventually the feud created enmity that seemed to sustain itself, regardless of the original reasons, especially after the belief emerged in some parts of Sevarisian society that the apocalypse foretold in the Book of Revelation would be announced by Batory hordes streaming over the border. War was a familiar specter, despite the Batory Empire having little to show for attempts to gain territory from their southern neighbors after the reign of Sarkany the Dragoness. Despite the futility, the two could not seem to make any peace agreement last for long. There was always some minor incident to turn into justification. Thousands would then die, some land and perhaps a city or two would be exchanged, depending on who'd done better, and then an uneasy time of rebuilding and rearming would ensue before the whole process started again. Sometimes Sevaris would get more land, sometimes the Batorys would. Always the same.
The gravity of conflict is always apparent to those who die in it, but even given that this is the case, the Trans-Euxine War was different. It was everything quintessential to the dysfunctional relationship between the two powers; it began with a minor exchange of small arms fire in December 1924 as is reckoned on the Gregorian Calendar, ballooned outward until it was a total war encompassing the whole of both societies, and in the end, after countless lay dead, when the smoke cleared in early 1931, very little had changed in the balance of power and borders between the two states.
Yet it was different than all the others. The period of peace before the war had been unusually long. One would think this might be a good thing, but in fact, it only meant that military tactics had been nearly static during a period of unprecedented technological innovation. Weapons, improved only at a gradual pace in the centuries prior, had changed drastically since the last major war. Maneuvers that once had been successful now seemed impotent, and those that had once merely been risky now were suicidal. Military air arms changed the nature of the front, punishing dearly those who clung to old habits. Horrifying new weapons joined those already in use during the middle of the war. Millions died. Millions more were left physically maimed. And millions who'd escaped these fates would carry mental scars with them through their whole lives. Some of these, haunted forever by what they had seen, succumbed to their mental wounds, taking their own lives, unable to bear the horror they'd seen young men and women reduced to. As overly romanticized as heroics and glory of war always had been, even in past wars, such things were dead and buried within the first year or two of this new conflict.
The peace of 1931 was not a satisfying one, for anyone. Equal peaces never are, but that it came after the sacrifice of so many resources, and more importantly, so many lives, made those who survived all the more bitter. What had millions died for? Who even knew what the war had been about? It had quickly become apparent during the war that neither the Batory Empire nor the Empire of Sevaris was going to push through and topple the other, even if that had ever been an aim (for the Batory Empire, of course, it had not, but dreams of crushing the heathen power to the north often surfaced in Sevarisian politics). There were some transfers of territory, as mentioned, as Sevaris gained a spit of territory that had formerly been part of the Batory province of Dacia, and in return the Batorys secured a concession in the form of Sevaris releasing some territory along the border in the east, which would then be formed into nominally independent states, as a sort of buffer zone. Overall, the benefits to either side were paltry. No one could say with a straight face that the countless deaths had meant anything, that an appalling number of lives had not been wasted. There was a common recognition that those who had died... had died in vain. The next decade was one of discontent for both societies, and both Emperor Andronikos Dragas of Sevaris and Empress Lujza Batory likely deserve credit for holding their respective states together at a time when the populace of both could not have felt more adrift.
Somewhat less laudable, but also unsurprising, and perhaps, given the way the war had ended, inevitable, was the willingness of both rulers to engage in, or at least, allow another build up in military armaments in the latter half of the decade. While certainly the gradual rearmament disappointed those on both sides who held hopes that perhaps something had been learned from the horrific Trans-Euxine War, there was nothing unexpected about this new arms race. The peace of 1931 had put a stop to the fighting and shifted some borders around (a boon for cartographers), but the long-term conflict went unresolved. Neither the negotiations, nor the treaty that followed them, addressed any of the root causes for the two states' centuries-long enmity. Idealistic dreams were soon put out of mind, as with the peace treaty having done so little beyond calling a halt to that round of hyperborean-Sevarisian bloodletting, most political thinkers saw another war as inevitable, as did virtually all military thinkers. Sevaris remained a thorn in the Batory side, preventing their larger ambitions and choking off access to profitable waterways, while in Sevarisian politics, the view that the hyperboreans would play a part in the religious apocalypse continued to find voices.
The last war had seen the rapid advancement of numerous technologies, beyond the horrifying weapons of chemical origin. Tracked, armored vehicles had gone from being a novel idea, to an innovative way to break through the trench stalemate, and finally, to being a matter of course for all armies. By war's end, it was clear that traditional cavalry was on its way out. Conversely, aerocraft had advanced so far as to boggle the mind during the conflict. At war's beginning, while armed with guns and small munitions, such had still mainly been relegated to tasks of scouting and minor harassment of enemy ground forces, while engaging the enemy's own aerial scouts. Heavier bombers were slow, rickety, and easily shot down. Air warfare at the conclusion of the fighting, in contrast, was almost unrecognizable. The fighters that zoomed over the battlefields were fast, armed to the teeth, and often, as deadly to troops on the ground as they were to other aerocraft. Massive fleets of heavy bombers, now armed with defensive machine guns as well as their (much increased) explosive payloads, all but leveled entire cities, turning once-prosperous downtowns and peaceful neighborhoods into charnel houses. Both nations converted ships into floating runways to launch attacks on the other from unpredictable directions, and war raged even in seas far from the front line. The use of submarine warfare increased, as did its sophistication, making the high seas a more dangerous place than they had been since the age of sail. Back on land, primitive rockets, though ever growing in both size, range, and destructive power, joined earlier advances in artillery to add to the terror of the front lines.
None of these developments halted with the peace treaty. A brief pause in military expenditures in the few years following the war, for rebuilding cities and other infrastructure was all. Soon enough, it was clear that peace simply meant a time to reload guns. Both sides seemed determined to either break the stalemate that had ensured the inconclusive end to the last war, or at least prevent the enemy from doing so, and a dazzling array of technologies as yet unexplored in the Trans-Euxine War would surely make an appearance in the next one. Militaries quickly co-opted pioneering research across myriad scientific fields, hoping for any new edge against the eternal adversary. In utmost secrecy, the Sevarisians pursued research that, they hoped, would shatter any future stalemate. However, despite the concealment of their efforts, the capabilities of the Dragon's Claw ensured that word of such developments reached Sarkanotthon, and for one of the few times in their history, the Batorys felt true, existential fear, and such panic spurred efforts to catch up, as the consequences of being unable to meet the possible threat were too dire to allow.
Later events would, perhaps, redeem the decisions to travel down this particular road, at least somewhat. Some would argue that it made a second round of the Trans-Euxine War unpalatable to both sides, and they would be right, as the heretofore near-universal thinking that total war was an inevitability could no longer be entertained. Instead, the two powers would have to find other ways to compete. However, let no one forget that it was fear that set the stage for the era of astronomical triumph that followed.
-Ignac Zizka, Imperial Historian of the Batory Empire