Most know the stories, of a savage people from a savage land, sailing or marching south to raid and pillage villages, burn farms, and loot holy places. Those that have lived through such attacks live in fear of the next, or muster defenses against them, always repeating the stories of horror and barbaric cruelty. It’s been ten years since the last great raid of the Hordes of Ravanor. Ten years for the nations of the world to turn their attention from the silent north, and focus on other pressing matters. Ten years for people to scoff at the stories of their elders.
Ten years for the Kalhai people to evolve from separate nomadic tribes, to a single, unified people, Turn roving bands of raiders into armies, to cast away those traditions that held them back from glory. For ten years they looked inwards, seeking to improve and evolve themselves into a mighty empire, the First Great Khan, Nagga Khinn Thay now rallies her people, stokes the fires of war, and turns her gaze to the rest of the world.
Spring time comes with the promise of new beginnings, the ice melts, plants turn green and lively again, and the northern seas are open to sail. The Khan first sends out envoys, scouts, and spies. She learns as much as she can about the people of the south.
Then she sends her armies.
The first attacks were swift, all at once villages across the northernmost Miklalandian borders were razed to the ground. Refugees, survivors of the attacks, fled to the local bastion, seeking shelter and telling the stories of the Kalhai raids, only this time they took nothing. The raiders merely burned and murdered as they went. Men, women, and children. Soon after, When the northern castles and fortresses were flush with panicked survivors, Large formations would converge on on them. Campfires that outnumbered the stars appearing overnight, surrounding them completely.
Traders were ambushed on the roads, feeding the invaders, and turning the fortified cities of Hammarborg and Stenborg into prisons. After several weeks, some surrendered, others were more stubborn and withstood the starvation, waiting for reinforcements.
Whatever their intentions were before, only one thing was clear: The Kalhai were not raiding, they were expanding.
(Y’all know the rules, But the Kalhai Empire is born and is expanding it’s borders, eager to see the world under the banner of their Great Khan, starting with Miklaland. Good luck and have fun!)