Rumors of War
To Fastaqui still come a steady stream of refugees, and to Ita also. Nearly a hundred wretched souls to each city, fleeing war and terror, their stories now familiar; families who refuse to submit slaughtered, sons and daughters taken as slaves, villages and caravans burned with fire. Just another chapter in a story of horror for those who had to live it.
Elsewhere the Honori have received word from the south that the fealty of the Aslani has been accepted by the Chief of Chiefs. A moment of relief for many within the city, but also a cause for mourning, for now the known world languishes under the yoke of the Midnight Horde.
The Magnum Opus: The Edifice of Strengthening, raised upon a power point in Xcotl, hums with arcane energy just waiting to be tapped. It is ready now to serve the will of its makers. A new Obelisk of Industry is also beginning to rise. [Labor II] With the combined efforts of the Magnum Opus plumbing its secrets, the movements and focusing of the energy of the Sun necessary to produce a flame is soon mastered. Practitioners, working in the light of day, can conjure fireballs from the tips of their fingers intermittently.
The Chosen of Neferkara: The assault upon Sarfuth is swift, and unrelenting. In the dead of night figures of corpse-warriors steal into the city, and by dawn none are left alive who might oppose the takeover. With sledges filled with corpses at their backs, and a frightened town of cowed peasants now theirs to command, the Chosen face a new dawn in truth as well as deed. It is good that this new base was secured so quickly, for the binding spells upon the oldest undead have now faded, and a hundred and thirty six skeletons are now no more than bone-dust in the streets of Sarfuth.
The Legion of Mithras Karaunos: Down upon the unsuspecting town the raiders from the east swoop, experienced slavers corralling her populace in a manner that was almost routine. Some of the peasants vanished into the mists, or fled into the forests, but that was just a cost of doing business. There was little of wealth to be seized in such a raid - the farmerfolk being barely richer than beggars - but with the appropriate incentives and a bit of judicious use of fire Brexonburn yielded up what little wealth she could command. Within two days the Legion was back marching east, a hundred new slaves in tow, and a wealth of petty goods which could be resold in Gergan.
+100 Slaves, +Wealth III. Farm in Brexonburn burnt to the ground, and 100 of her people taken into captivity.
The Shambling Legion: The edifice of mud and wood had risen slowly, but faithfully. It was now ready for the Legion to make use of it. Church of the Dead, completed. A humble affair, but of some grandeur compared to the sacked and savaged Shoval. This is fortunate, for some of the aging undead, now having lasted far beyond their natural lives, have finally returned to the dust of their graves - the binding magics upon their shambling corpses spent at last. 100 Undead have crumbled.
The Chrysi Aspida: Working day and night, the soldiers of the Chyrsi labor to erect a tall watchtower to guard their encampment. None of them are men of skill with hammer or saw, and so the construction that results is a triumph mainly because of the good quality of the timber used - but it is a triumph nonetheless.
-Timber. Watchtower erected.