• TITANS LANDING
The people of a city once called the Capitol—a hub of elf magic, swelling merchant markets, and the damn finest military in all the nine realms; all gathered before a palatial rotund dome for a royal announcement. Unlike during the reign of the Fae, appearance was mandatory. Every single magical faction from the northern borderlands of Rumbrun to the coasts of the Cold Sea was represented. But now, the former inconsequential trope called Hellion was the majority.
Eldoria had begun to accept ships into its harbors and ports again, but all sails were black and bore the colors of the Usurper. Masts hung heavy with red pentagons and porters carted boxes with the coin signage of House de Vries, the Royal House.
Though it had been a joint initiative of [The Fallen] to conquer the realms of men, a few among lacked interest in politics.
