Iltanilia were coerced by the facade of a peace treaty plan by genius Sithasus slaughtered brutally by the empire.
carnage of many Eldaryan warriors Iltanilia were paraded in tattered revealing clothing and became subject to Prince Jerrel's pervert way.
vowing vengeance against Prince Jerrel and the empire's brutal subjection of Eldaryar clan folk.
The brutal dictatorship of the Elysian Empire reigned over frightful kinfolk passing heavy taxation and tilthing over kinfolk considerable amount of children and kinfolk were sold into slavery Kinfolk held an undying resentment and thirst for vengeance against the Elysian Empire's myriad of khans built a cabal of a revolutionary army waiting for an eventually return of Iltanilia wage a second war.
Jerrel rings a bell for his slave Iltantilia, she saunters weary steps bruises in her arms, and a disheveled appearance, you wretched woman summons that knaves for war preparation, with the tone of disdain.
As your wish milord.
You are dismissed.
She cornered herself and disappeared into the shadowing corner, Jerrel sat on the chair leaned in the slouch posture, opened his purse took out a blueish quartz crystal enchanting single sentence a facial mug appeared.
Is Cararnar inclined for war?
Yes, your grace, Cararnar's proclivity toward war is disturbing.
Is his army of monsters ready for it?
Yes, your grace.
Good head out in solar Equinox we summoning Cararnar.
Captain Richardson genuflects his kneel in a propensity manner and tilts his head in the direction of his lady.
Lady Gefray your grace I seek your audience for trade and peace treaties.
Very well I should sign the treaties Lady Gefray say a melancholic voice.
Lord Amolas Count of Lumilior slays in the battle for Alnus Hills, Lt.Matthew Richardson notices a sad tone of voice reminiscing the death of his father in the battle of Manhattan Squire his father was a brave man and compassionate man who fell to the magical projectile.
Losing his father pains him dearly wants to see his father for the last time and make amend with him after countless arguments about career choice, felt enraged by the unnecessary carnage of American people.
Wishing to see his father again playing Call of Duty or drinking Corona beer.
Jerrel wearing a purple cloak with a golden brooch pin purple line tunic that goes up to both constituent's arms and kneel, brown trousers with brownish-reddish pigment color, calf wraps underneath were thin leathery turn shoes.
Seating on a wooden bench drinking flimsy inferior ale, stares at a wooden tankard disgusting by a low-quality mug, repulsed by the filthy table, notices a vixen woman stirring a wooden draught, a large wooden bucket of fermented liquidated ale.
covers his nose from the stench of mucky wooden floor sitting idly waiting for Sithasus a lowborn man who rose to military status.
Silthasus trudges through the mud on the floor obscene dirt toward Jerrel's table seated down Jerrel stares at Silthasus with anger fill in his heart.
Forgive me Your Majesty for allowing yourself to soil your body with this lowborn tavern.
Jerrel clutches his sword hilt
Prime thrust his sword at Silthasus at his threat.
Hold your sword my liege killing me will expose your cover, my lord.
Jerrel hesitates sheaths his long sword seats himself, tavern wrench walks carrying both ales placed on the table Silthasus gulps large quantities of liquid Jerrel is abhorrent by the taste of ale.
Your Highness, you drink your ale you pay for it.
No, ale and meal are repugnance.
Is preparation complete, whispering?
Yes, your Highness is nearly finished.